The stars have descended a little lower, to keep us —
My kinsmen and I —company on this night watch
On a newly roused African night.
We filch a little bit of the effulgence of the waking moon,
Reluctant, with the invasion of jealous clouds, their plumes
Fragile with inconsistency.
We rely on the luminescence of each other’s eyes and the trust
In our hearts
Tinder, broken by flying flickers of fireflies,
Shine through the breath of darkness, dis-virgining the chunky yolk
Of secrets and the clout of night, so corvine.
Every breath keeps us warm and frightens the monsters lurking
Around the lean corridors of the enchanted thresholds.
The heavens stare downward —witnesses to a stifling explosion of
Will; so are the crepitating crickets and cicadas —in prayers they
Egg us on, and through borrowed liturgy of nocturnal canticles.
The heartbeats in us make silenced music —loud only by the essence of
Gaiety and humming drums lightly tapped by ancestral fingers,
Helping to warm our hearts and will in the face of the severest darkness
Made lighter by the glows of slow-running lights — the broad painting of
Dawn.
Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks?
to all those who gifted me
countless worries through the years.
Simply silhouettes in my rear—view mirror.
I sail past rhyming reefs,
of my quest faintly reflecting
Why should I let them define me anymore?
I make mistakes; so what?
my heart is full of love and ambrosian words—
it shines with rhapsody.
my hands can heal amidst the severest pain.
my mind envision cures
for sparkling vanilla—algae tears.
Tidal teals whisper tales that truly transform.
Despite doubts in glittering, grape-colored gales,
I'll face them as the north star kisses the sea.
I will rise and face them head on,
while history hisses at my heels.
I'll sustain my anxieties for what they are — illusions
with a clairvoyant cape and rivulets unraveled
what matters is now
what matters is my striving
what matters is the rise
toward rebellious rainbows
and what I require,
as a necklace of seashells
worn and stained with sepia
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles, Greek Poet
I have forever loved you my dearest.
I'd nothing to give, 'cept love, sincerest.
Throughout my life, the thing I held nearest -
A broken heart, through weather severest.
Life on this earth can be a heavy weight.
When I am alone, the burden feels great.
Trudging down the road, helpless against fate,
Living is confusing, hard to relate.
Aimless traveling, a bum on a freight,
Growing so weary, it's gotten so late.
Survival is my goal in decade eight.
Soon, I will be approaching heaven's gate.
When the blessed day comes, and I take flight
With an angel's wings, I will feel so light.
Hippy, could I say? Or rogue, rascal or roughneck?
Who, his and lives of others, does knowingly wreck;
These are 'born with a silver spoon in the mouth', sure,
In their mind and heart, yet, are these noble and pure...?
Though looked respectable, in verity, spoiled brats,
They hide from honesty like rats from frenzied cats;
Magnificent meals they majestically host,
As though accomplishing austere missions they boast...!
Wreckage, sabotage, torment, torture, loot and kill,
Watching others dying inch by inch - is their thrill;
Fighting against the good, is like playing football,
Their hearts never melt seeing severest death toll...!
As any association that gets started,
With principles noble and goodness wholehearted;
Bullingdon Boys too had objectives virtuous,
Living of which gradually grew arduous...!
17 March 2023
Bullingdon boys Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Not the best option at the battlefield!
One need not guess what it might at last yield.
For The Lucky bullets that missed targets,
For the less so Take-Away for maggots...
You dream not of daring a real war front,
Save you can humans and animals hunt:
For those who can trains with long coaches shunt:
The severest swipes or blames take their brunt.
A different picture:The Front of Halls!
The Caroline there center of cat calls;
Honest shows of one being pushed to the wall,
Until one has succumbed to an asked ball...
Prelude to lucky dates for the singles:
In the front one first gets the shared pringles,
Wherefore clubbing friend Kathleen would grunt,
Upon being asked to vacate her prized front;
Every front taking for Lord God's Grant
And eased out, from her lips squeeze out a rant
Sheba the sexiest, severest sensual rabbit in Shellbyville
Walks in a seductive way that has the men all quiet and still.
Their wives are wishing she would swish and sashay out of town.
Watching her work those come-hither hips in her glitzy, beautiful gown.
She is truly the big cheese of femininity, says star-struck Mr. Huck.
Watching her swishes, wishing he was still a healthy young buck.
Brambles surround Scotty's bagpipes
Briars sharp, of severest types
He thought that he could
Play tunes in a wood
Instead of music ~ out came gripes
A tip of the hat to Jeff Kyser,
whose poem 'Penny Whistle'
inspired this Limerick. :) gw
Loud claps of thunder introducing torrents of rain
Severest river storm I have seen in recent years
With broad streaks of lightning lighting the sky,
Enough to frighten any timorous chronic worriers
Main street has turned into a raging creek bed,
Sweeping broken tree limbs into the gutter drains
Run-off won’t help farmers in coming days so dry,
Such is the case with a summer’s torrential rains
Which most of us living near the Ohio truly dread,
Especially when accompanied by direct line winds
Which can be dangerous like twisters on the plain,
But here bring relief, from the heat, as it descends
The storms come on so quickly, it hard to explain
Loud claps of thunder introducing torrents of rain.
Written July 6, 2022
My constant fall during my boyhood,
(Between age of eight to nine), stood;
A concern for my father who thought,
There’s something lacking from my part;
Proteins? Vitamins? Calcium? Iron?
He did not know what could be done,
Balanced diet, he thought, might end;
Making bones and flesh greatly blend,
I ate, slept, woke, coyly played around;
Like a calf untied with happiness abound,
And fell; Lo, there my father had to feel;
Has the illness not got a proper heal?
He did not relent, yet; increased the effort,
Though, within him, he got a little hurt;
A strong young man of royal decorum,
Was what he wished to see in my bosom;
He did not give up though he was upset,
He knew strength within children gets set;
It’s then he saw me learning to rise,
Amidst severest of falls, with no cries;
He, slowly, left me to rise from my falls,
He’s happy for this; success this he calls…
06 December 2021
TEARS OF THE INNOCENCE
Alone and friendless
With a change in situation
From the tenderly cherished son
To despised and helpless slave
Complicated relationship
Untold pain and anxiety
Emotional unrest
Tear of persecution
Cannot control others choices
To either hate, live or love
Surrounded with severest affliction
Virtue will bring it's own reward
Strong and courageous
No condemnation now
Truth will surely unfold
Time will tell.
Should National Security be compromised from emails of privacy?
I say to you, NO it should not, but you can blame that darn Hillary!
Quid-pro-quo Clinton Foundation during ten years of Secretary of State,
spreading lies and deceit, so much controversy did she create.
Failing to protect Americans about the nature of the Benghazi attack,
corruption to the severest degree, so much dignity she does lack.
How about the “Uranium One Deal” with the Russians overseas?
Intimidating women to stay quiet while her husband spreads disease.
She has a “dead pool list” with strange disappearances and suicides,
and then when confronted she runs like a spoiled baby and hides.
Seriously? Murdering babies at seven months in the womb?
Little do we hear about the people she has sent to a tomb!
No there’s nothing on earth that could make me earn her respect-
but after all, look who she’s married to…what more could I expect?
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (it is NOT positive) Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Michael Wegman
April 7, 2019
*Awesome idea for a contest, just sayin'. Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it*
There was a president whose name was Trump
That in the White House he had set up camp
For the climate didn't care
Cause for U S wasn't fair
In the end Zeus' thunderbolt struck the tramp!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 January 2018
10, 10, 7, 7, 10.
*President Trump withdrew USA from the Paris accord last year and since then USA
witness a series of the severest weather phenomena in their history.
** Zeus, strikes all those who commit Hubris i.e. those who place themselves above
natural order which means above God!
Too many years,
Did I sit,
Listening to my thoughts,
Festering maliciously,
Rapidly, Unnaturally,
Malice and Compassion,
To the severest degree,
Polar opposites however,
coexisting in me,
Too many years,
Silence was my ally,
Don't speak your feelings,
You become a thorn in their side,
Emotion becomes weakness,
Sentiment a burden,
How wrong I was,
As a young man in Berlin,
Too many years,
I pondered the trivial,
Driven to delusion,
On minuet details raising mundane questions,
Too many years,
Did I lose myself,
But this is my last year,
For my road ends here.
Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
His enemies severest
Cruelty and persecution
of him.
Remarkable the resilience
and strength of his chaste,
pure and noble spirit.
Magnanimous in the victory
Of Islam by forgiving all
After his conquest of his
Enemies.
Universal love
Like a rose
Rejoicing in the giving
Of its fragrance
Wanting nothing in return,
Human spirit
Unconquerable
Rebounding from
Mans severest cruelty,
For the courageous
The worst adversities
Provide the most
Fertile soil
For the achievement
Of excellence
Of mind and character.
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