The Earth isn't dying—no, she's screaming, a sound you've stopped hearing.
she cried when girls walked miles for rusted, tainted water,
when ancient forests become forgotten, ash–filled pyres,
no worn map ever dared to mark.
In my homeland,
we don't fear the tempest's furious might.
We fear the silence –
The hollow echo of empty, cracked wells,
the desolate stretch of barren, parched fields,
The early,unforgiving digging of our graves.
They label us “developing,”
yet we are always the very first to drown,
The very first to wither from hunger's bite,
The very first to forfeit a future
we never, ever sought to destroy.
They peddle green, plastic-wrapped illusions.
“Eco.” “Clean.”
As if mere words could somehow
unscorch the blazes from the sky.
But behold, we stand–
girls with bare hands, replanting the struggling forests,
boys coding, fighting against the swift collapse,
children marching, with fierce fire in their lungs.
I continue to write.
Because even now,
The Earth, in her enduring wisdom, still believes in us.
Categories:
screaming(a), imagery, inspirational, meaningful, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
From the infinity of the hidden windows the cuckoo cooing ushering the morning through the darkness
Feroz has just set fire to the oven, and his brief body cloth he stretches to cover his ears and face
There is still a chill in the wind. Baby leaves are yet to deck up the bare skin of Neem trees
The oven is lending heat to the two street children
The birds' chorus seems never-ending
Flames glisten in the elliptical eyes of the children
In the cotton trees, the flowers have just begun reddening
The glow of the flame tinges the sharp face of Feroz
In the two eyes sits the expanse of struggle
From a distance, wafts a smell of rose
Sounds of sips from the teacups in a circle
Suddenly there was a commotion a few houses away
Ambulance
The quiet of the morning has gone haywire
Profuse tears and loud screaming, a flea in the tea
Nadir or zenith, you are beside me
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24 February 2023
Categories:
screaming(a), life, light,
Form: Free verse
These spicy banana peppers are hotter than hot.
My annoyed esophagus yells “Not! Not! Not! Not! Not! Not!”
They dance around and down my gullet from the crockpot.
Temperature there is turned up to about a thousand watt.
Some weird stranger asks me, “Is this what you brought?”
Jalapeno and banana peppers tangled in a dancing knot?
My overeager tummy is yelping and screaming a lot.
Acid reflex at my age is almost nightly fought!
Categories:
screaming(a), food,
Form: Monorhyme
THE DECEITFUL SPIDER
In him toppling of his moment
But rather to heed, he clamps in harrowing lava
Buried in it a shackled advent
Give your screaming a rest. Never!
Will it come, the white angel foil
Whose days fold and mould in cracking chins
Chins for long has a stolen joy
Having not a whispering heart by inch
You are much the spider web in sun
That sugars it prey of a colourful rainbow
Colourful rainbow or a laser gun?
A silky pattern, it follows
But as the flash, it entirety web to death
Does the prey buy the blame?
Of appreciating in you the best
Heedless u claim to your hunting flame
Gathered in numbers the innocent soul
Until the poisonous prey was caught
Your toppling moment has it mould
Categories:
screaming(a), people,
Form: Rhyme
He's never around when his wife
needs him and climbing the staircase
leading to the separate bedroom,
he falls and makes a boom;
he didn't expect to get caught,
Susy wakes up screaming a lot.
Lover of wild women,
don't you ever think about
your faithful woman who waits
by the window and cries
a river of tears and showing a frown,
she truly wishes you would hold her
on the coldest night
and end her despair!
Lover of wild women,
you have a beautiful family
and a wife who loves you madly;
oh, give up your adventures for their happiness...
nothing is worth holding on to if it's no win!
Make them your priority and you won't be sorry!
Affairs outside of marriage don't last,
a blind date with a stranger is a mistake;
women who chase after married men
can't find those single guys who'll spoil them...
be wise and turn around, go back home:
they wait for you, they need you there!
Lover of wild women,
don't shrug your shoulders
and think only of your pleasures
while your family gets ignored anyhow.
Can this go on forever? Somehow
it'll cause a sharp pain in your chest,
somehow it'll bleed while you're alone;
can those women give you any comfort?
Categories:
screaming(a), allusion, desire, family, lust,
Form: Lyric
The superstitious always hated this day
As much as we'd like to tease them for it
Maybe they were right this time
The day was cold
Rain trickled from clouds that held them hostage
Screaming a warning that fell on deaf ears
I didn't know it would be the last time that I saw you for months
Let's say I did
Let's say I told you how glittery your soul is
Let's pretned our hands fit together perfectly as we said goodbye
My love, let's make it bearable
Even for just a minute
Categories:
screaming(a), 9th grade, cute love,
Form: Free verse
Jumped by fighters
Hiding in the Sun
Firing Brownings and Hispanos
Young lad was on the run
But quick the fighters learned
Their surprise was for naught
Soon they were the hunted
They were the caught
Young lad
Whirled in a hurry
Face twisted in hate
Eyes burning with fury
No quarter
No holding back
Screaming a battle cry
He went on the attack
Young lad
Made quite the impression
Three Spitfires down
In rapid succession
The remaining fighters ran
Young lad gave pursuit
Downing two more Spitfires
And a Hurricane to boot
It was a glorious end
To a glorious chase
On that glorious day
Peter Pan made Ace
Categories:
screaming(a), adventure, fantasy,
Form: Quatrain
Wish I could leap through the trees like the squirrels do
I'd be over the moon screaming a bloody woo-hoo
Lithe and free
Overcome with glee
Till I fall and break my precious noggin... boohoo
Categories:
screaming(a), animal,
Form: Limerick
A Poem of Sex
A poem of sex
But not in this text
I just used this title to see
~
If you would come
Looking for fun
And open this poem by me
~
You will not find
Words of that kind
No moaning passionate steam
~
Two of the night
Not in this write
All of these verses are clean
~
Lips locking soft
Hearts now aloft
Maybe what you did expect
~
Candlelight flame
Screaming a name
Glistening skin, beads of sweat
~
Sensual sighs
Quivering thighs
Erotic moments to trace
~
Euphoric throes
Fingers and toes
Sorry you’re in the wrong place
~
None of that here
Let’s make it clear
Nary a stanza reflects
~
Words that you see
Written by me
Titled, “A Poem of Sex”
Well, it is against the rules...right?
Categories:
screaming(a), love, sensual, sexy,
Form: Rhyme
The forgotten memory
Years ago I received a video from a place I had left I put it in a drawer
where it languished for years, yesterday I played it an eerie a part of
a history I had forgotten, yet it didn`t stir my emotion seeing me when
I was young and all the other people in the street it appeared abstract
most of the people moving about talking, dancing, and laughing were
with a few exceptions, long time dead.
Later what I had forgotten floated up as broken pieces of a puzzle that
made no sense . A beautiful girl why did he behave so bad towards her,
screaming a glass with high stem broke in my hand I called her a whore
my jalousie was a crescendo of uncurbed rage, I try to remember more
but only see blood on a table cloth mine?
The embryo not born had upset the galaxy and the blessed amnesia
Descended, the first act was over my first love had gone, streets are grey
after rain. I threw the video into the fire I don`t want to shed tears for
the hopelessly lost.
Categories:
screaming(a), candy, cat, character, childhood,
Form: Blank verse
the reasoning the fishing in the trenches
beyond tire swings and monkey wrenches
follies crawl behind the hanging logos
of unseen filth across 124th street
tassels dangled above an oasis
of fine dining and soiled linen
over the board rooms covered
in a mesh of purple mustard
beckoning ancient aura solid creed
coming throughout hidden rivalry
tampered with ankara's answering service
gravely time passes abaundantly
coarse and yet shunned quietly
we remember the malitia moreover
we began a new wearing gray hoodies
offering our youth to silent the storm
that brewed inside a percolator
pot of copenhagan snuff chewing tobacco
screaming a cure for cancer shall rise
over bob marley's tears as we munster up
courage a courage of faith challenged
behind the wrecking ball of ground zero
we count one more time mon
freedom will soon come
in our most sinful hope
Categories:
screaming(a), allah,
Form: Qawwali
There is a garden where I wish to go,
Up on the ridge of Hunters Glen row.
Where peace and quite work as a team,
with various gramineae simple and green.
Up on the hilltop, where the green grass grow.
Trees of all shapes are remarkably lean,
loosing leeward leaves in falls last scene.
Brisk north winds bellow like a hound,
sorting leaves of color scattered all 'round.
Up on the hilltop, where the grass is clean.
The autumn moon gleams in this cloudless sky,
moving, weaving, screaming a soundless cry.
Shadows are dark in this moon lit alcove,
touching our plants with a message of love.
Up on the hilltop, where the green grass lie.
Categories:
screaming(a), natureautumn, green, moon,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Jagged rocks that tip my balance,
Vein like roots that trip my feet,
Branching weeds that scratch my legs,
The chill of the wind that steals my heat,
The steepness of this endless mountain,
The wanting, longing to reach the top,
The feeling that I can’t go on,
I need to let my body drop.
I see the end, the wind grows stronger,
The mountain seems to flatten out,
I can succeed; I’m almost there now,
My heart is screaming a silent shout.
The feeling of success is sweet,
The sky above, so baby blue,
I finally made it; the pain is gone now,
My prize, my cure: the enchanting view.
Categories:
screaming(a), angst, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Facing final darkness
Loudly screaming a challenge to Fate
Ancestral reunion or battle
Will I be early or late
Should I stay graspingly haunted
Drifting on sea timeless space
Riding and dreaming undaunted
In mysterious uncommon place
Fearing and turning in darkness
To face an impossible best
In line at the end of this long human race
Not a place to so finally rest
Gone is a question of beck
Or is it a question to call
Verified at the end of the trek
Easy felt satisfaction is all
Roughly so stilled at my best
Categories:
screaming(a), death, introspection, life, on
Form: I do not know?