Like veering on the highway, once learnt material creates an erudite maker yet while this holds true, the cessation of the wayward knowledge must also be acknowledged. One cannot rouse a dog prone and toss meat only to regret that the dog feasts instead, the callowness must be abrogated wherein one can avoid the booby trap where momentum from learning creates both an initial wave and a shockwave from that event, with which one would incur deleterious effects that are beyond the scope of the acquisitions and the assignments, like a comet delivering an impact instead of a showy sign in the midnight skies.
I’ve been summoned.
Lying awake, I feel a cool breeze along my wrists.
Using broken limbs, I command myself to move.
Crawling through the frozen garden,
I slowly feel familiar with my body.
Swollen eyes block my path.
Twitching, a shockwave fills my nerves.
Limited time, ice hardening on my nails.
A silhouette whose breath feels like frost,
memento mori.
A bone-chilling finger raised,
pointing the way, a trail of ice and smoke.
Frostbite, eating away at my toes.
In a hush,
muttering in an unfamiliar tongue.
A language that's somehow…familiar.
A ritual of whispers and frozen flowers.
As the ice cracks and the flowers crumble,
I take a knee, not knowing if I’ll get back up.
The entity lifts a sickle,
extending its broken lifeless limbs,
This is your reward, take it.
Your eternal reward,
a weight that’s now my burden to bear.
Do you hear that wicked sound?
Like a spiral staircase squeaking?
An old piano’s got the spooks,
my insides have got the frisson.
It’s like my hands are controlled,
I can play what I’ve never heard.
It’s a shockwave to my system.
Running my fingers on the ivory,
something’s off it feels so foreign.
Yet I feel like I have found home,
now I have the coldest of chills.
A surge of cozy behind the bench,
edgy over what I don’t understand.
To my system? It’s a shockwave.
This piano’s giving me the spooks.
They say the Scientist has a cold gaze
but that is not so.
He doesn't have a gaze.
All he has is an observation.
He doesn't look with his eyes or even his glasses.
He takes delight in filtered structural compositions
devoid of uncertainty.
He pauses the shockwave and expands the fireball.
He displaces the atoms within.
Drag blade into coliseum gates red,
crimson armor and black carbon metal,
adore my frame as a scarlet knight bred.
Toothy grin, Cheshire eyes, test thy mettle.
Burst petals onyx
Shockwave from footfall rumbles
It’s a massacre
Titan comes through the open maw, eyes glow,
grip tightening on handle, breaths calm down.
Stand before a giant cape, outstretched flow,
smirk plays a curl on my lips, blade in ground.
Juke and roll from axe
Uppercut zenith severs
All fall with droplet
Welcome dear rodents to my ascension…
Shockwave of Love
The impact of your love shook my world, rattled my very foundations, and rearanged the stars in the firmament of my soul. Like a supernova, your love exsploded in my consciousness, illuminating the dark corners of my soul and casting a fierce glow upon the path ahead. It was a catastrophic event, a cataclysmic love that sent shockwaves through my being, altering the landscape of my heart forever...!
The stars shoot straight, no curve balls, they light us up,
we feel the silver bullets ricocheting inside our eyes,
even when they are closed.
There's is no such thing as low caliber starlight,
they are, a million light year-old shockwave.
When that distant, shot in the dark, hits you,
you will know, big picture-wise,
that according to the long arm of the Universe,
we may only be collateral damage,
too insignificant to be bullseye's, or
magnificent targets, so well worth shooting at.
I don’t understand it
My eyes so drench with sadness drips to the floor
I can feel the shockwave of every tear embracing my heart
Tightness circles my entire soul
Withering hope and falling into despair
Without light there is no escape to heaven only hell
I am in hell
I don’t understand
I don’t understand
My love
My love
Fear grows like a seed
On the irrational it feeds
Anxiety is what it breeds
Wedging itself to mislead
Acid cascades into my throat
I swallow that panic slipping in
Like a shockwave, a jolt I shake
For not having enough time
To hold on to my breath
Before the waves of panic
comes crashing in!
I keep my eyes closed
And take a deep breath
I will not allow fear to conquer
Opening my eyes, I refuse to cave in!
23.8.2021
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Contest Name: Fear Transcendence
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
A severe risk as a result of the global warming challenge
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
It is not due to hairspray or baby oil; it's our fate.
Rapidly melting Arctic glaciers are causing damage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Carbon from fossil fuels is the major emission element.
A ferocious shockwave of metabolic blaze stage.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Concerns around the ozone hole depletion sprout.
Sea level is rising due to melting ice and warmer plage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
War and turmoil look trivial compared to climate.
Despite that our kids are at risk, newly threats emerge.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
To allow plant life to thrive, we need to alter our zest.
Retain the air safe and car-free with zero carbon discharge.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Written April 20, 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Trere stands a man who's brave. Had many close shaves, wasn't at all afraid, not even of the grave.
He was a total knave, would always misbehave because he was downright depraved.
He would rant and he would rave like he belonged in a cave. He thought he had it made, not knowing to sin, he was a slave.
Til one day, he had a crave but someone else needed a fav, he couldn't understand why? From his heart he gave
Then he was hit with a shockwave, from that moment he was saved.
Now he's no longer depraved cause he was laved and now his way is paved.
No more to sin, a slave for he know The Lord forgave.
How long to sin will you be a Slave.
You just had another nightmare,
and you’re trembling
under the covers so scared
But then the devil says:
why are you awake,
go back to sleep!
Return to that REM place
where it’s safe ...
no more wakey wake!
What was it that frightened you
in your sleep,
made you have recurring bad dreams?
Was it the people you saw screaming,
who were burning
As a megaton missile
delivered radioactive rain
Was it the children you saw crying,
who were drowning
As a tsunami shockwave
sent them to a watery grave
Each night, you have the same nightmare
that makes you so scared
But the devil don’t care,
he rails on you:
why are you still awake,
go back to sleep!
Get back to the deep dream place
where it’s safe ...
no more wakey wake!
When that autumn mushroom night
turns into a nuclear winter sunrise,
then you can open your eyes
Shockwave of affectively laden numbness
Functioning trait through the plumes of dysfunction
Tempestuous fever in hibernation
Enclosed coffin emotions decomposing
Discoloration life's defibrillation
(Work in progress)
(Work in progress)
The night sky lightning sends a psychedelic shockwave
the wrath of the thunderstorms wake up the grave
the river cry of music sounds
but not loud enough to hear a spirit drown
the roses and their petals fall one by one to say goodbye
only thing left is the unsightly thorns to hurt my eyes
The night moon carries strong energies
revealing shadows and dark forces
but then I'm protected by pretty entities
The open road echoes his soundtrack
Going double platinum with each new track
His footsteps felt for miles like a shockwave
He’s the love of music we all desperately crave
Tops the charts could never keep him down
He's a hit, turning any frown upside down
His lyrics speak healing to the hurting heart
He’s love and he’s got this down to an art
His music vibes awakens even a ghost town
It’s a sound who’s origins are otherwise unknown
Without a guitar, piano, drums or saxophone..
He delivers a full performance all on his own
He’s on a mission to make the world dance
To bring you through every taxing circumstance
To deliver to all nothing less than ‘poetic’ justice
And to spread the message of love and peace
08-18-2015
Thabang J. Ngoma
Contest
Tammy Ream's 'What is your form of 'Justice''
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