Running blanket breaks in gloom,
cold and heavy; silted mask.
Distant visions and bubbles bloom,
weakness comes (death at last).
Categories:
silted, bereavement, how i feel,
Form: I do not know?
Under those same stars black the river grumbles
below the dark cloak of night grumbling louder
howling in the stirring silted froth black pools
deals death hidden in the still, deep.
Liberum Divisa contest 8.
Taken from “ An alternative bridge”
3/11/21
Categories:
silted, depression,
Form: Free verse
My cowardly self, said to my bravest version:
Be not too much,
Be not too less of me.
His eyes were darkly silted ponds,
His hands worn thin,
By the clutch of a shrinking skin.
My courage rose up
Dragon fisted; eagle hammered in the
Shuddering air.
‘Dare me’ it cried
‘Dare this dust to be light,
This feathering of small gods
To step forward and take the terror’.
My cowardly image
Shivered, hid its face
But stayed there quaking
As the bravest version it could be.
Categories:
silted, poetry,
Form: Free verse
An alternative bridge.
Under those same stars black the river grumbles
below the dark cloak of night grumbling louder
howling in the stirring silted froth black pools
deals death hidden in the still, deep.
Categories:
silted, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Can you believe
Instead of caring for one another
Right under our nose
We are losing it
While our eyes are opened
To the noise and din
Our ears are closed
To what's within
Why we fail to realize
What is happening now
Is camouflaged by the opiate
Called news
All orchestrated by denials
To create changes
So that liberty we once possessed
Is no longer applied
We can no longer focus
On what is meant to be
Because we are distracted
By fake news and political chicanery
Which we fail to see
Celebrated and feted with idolatry
In a reckless dalliance that has no path
Separation of mind, soul, body and heart
Some parade as leaders of men
But do not let nature take its course
When we are still mired by the vagaries of history
That causes confusion and strife
They forget the common purpose
Of providing comfort and care
We are sheep in arid pastures
Neither watered or fed
With silted and barren vision
In tired and weary heads
So our faith is sealed
And dreams are slain
With faded hopes, our new refrain.
Categories:
silted, care, confusion, freedom, rights,
Form: Free verse
So the October sky let loose its stores
in drip and drop as nature restores
the wilted and silted back to life.
A rainbow here, a rainbow there.
All signs of good fortune in time.
The Shuramuroves* flock in distant sky,
criss-crossing in their flap of honor.
Seers cast bones to the harvest of March,
some say it will be too little some too much,
but the bushes are cleared,
Readied for what the farmer bestows.
Sheep bleat to the mounds of chaffs,
cattles goaded for the till
as children pleasure in rain dances.
Some catch ishwa for relish,
some make mud houses
in endeavor to turn around wishes.
Like fallen heroes buried to rise no more,
no seed underneath jingle with the bells of Christmas.
All hopes washed away by October storm.
Not even dew will save the bushes.
Skeletal trees hang, so void of foliage.
The blue sky ushers down the sun’s heat
to lick up our hopes in storms of dust
in relive of the gust of August.
Some say the breeze from the west
got us into this mess.
Some say the gods are longing for an apology
for the granted wish of that fateful November night.
Categories:
silted, africa, endurance, spoken word,
Form: Haiku
Dried creek beds
Longing for their tears
Something amongst the fallen leaves
of dust covered hopes and floors
Traited trunks stand witness
Still in their helplessness
Showered in light and love
The peddle-stood savior says it best
When the gates open again
If will not be told of now and then
Silted soils will be quenched
From the fallen drops of past mistakes
Slid down the hopeful cheeks
of a Nature of Mother’s men
More at : http://brendenpettingill.com/index.php/2016/12/01/dhamma-manda/
Categories:
silted, love, poetry,
Form: Light Verse
something that was promised
in quiet moments when
night creeps on
toward its soft dawn bed
I wonder
why we agreed
so long ago
at this time to meet
who were we then before
blithe spirits silted
from our mortal coils
to lay in unknown churchyard
or battle field
what was our reincarnate pledge
as sudden as a lightning strike
some where beneath my ribs
you came to me all swirling words
and I knew you
Categories:
silted, adventure,
Form: Free verse
Give me all of my private time
I will succumb without a fight
And later be your every whim
First those few seconds of respite
Before once more I crawl through slime
Notice how once my gown was white
But cooked with silted tears and grime
Give me one minute of your day
To bend and chew on and enjoy
Before you take it all away
To you I am no more than a toy
Commodity for you to play
Inconvenience, little joy
Your Little Lord Fauntleroy
Give me a second and I crawl -
To sleep, forget about the day -
To the stone against the wall
Close my eyes and dance away
Jump so high and never fall
The uncrowned king of ballet
Applauded in the dance hall
My mind is free, my mind is mine
My words have meaning, see them shine
***
March 13, 2017
© Darren White
Categories:
silted, abuse, courage, dance, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
***Dedicated to a wise old man
I once knew***
-----" There is no such thing
as death..."
------ an old friend
'O desolate wasteland,
filled not with flowery rushes,
threshing green fields silted,
earthy and ether months;
there can be no solstice,
no progress ----
where the tides are naught
The barrows long for life,
the painter's easel and stroke;
yet not even rainbow shadow
could colors so evoke,
life into thy nostrils -----
English barrow grave;
the dead are not there.....
Saxon King no more.....
Though they are not gone,
for very long;
our hearts be all we have,
among memories,
tides, and song
So do they hearken
Categories:
silted, death, friend,
Form: Classicism
At the silted banks of river Nile,
I'd sung to the glory of Lucy;
I'd soared high over the echoing Savanna
and fought and bled for Shaka Zulu.
I was first to push back abyss,
the last to be ripped away. I'll
return one day, I'll bring the rest.
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Date: 12 / 01 / 2016
Categories:
silted, africa, destiny, home, life,
Form: Kwansaba
With the manes of wild orphaned horses,
They nuzzle their sand-children, silted-in
The worrisome surf, spitting out their cries
For moon-lit mothers tit
Then, too long on the belly of the livid beach,
They quick disperse, to reef and littoral
Lava shelf: all this seen from wooden chair
By author’s pen, which… left to rise and roll
And rise and fall… describes the scene
(then leaves his period on the page).
Categories:
silted, nature,
Form: Free verse
A pinch of moon
in the glass of my wine.
I was looking at xerophytes
in timeless zone.
Like vampire bats hanging
down from a branch, till eternity.
What a tenacity, I would say.
The world was not going to end.
I would also not like the continuity
of any drift or agitation.
You make the water silted.
Truth of baby innocense-
takes birth again and again
even the dark energy or
dark matter overwhelms.
Satish Verma
Categories:
silted, art,
Form: ABC
You will see me someday
Seeing only the truth
The open wound deep inside
Despairing I hide
The growing bitter bed
Together apart we wed
You will see and obey
Its not your way
Like a raw raisin pit
I won't miss you one bit
You'll wish you could see
I will be happy
Wellsprings of water
Drawing deep will rise
You'll miss me
I surmise
You will walk the silted sand
With bags in hand
Upon the realization
I can
Reach the depths of despair without you
And find a smile in my heart.
Categories:
silted, betrayal, love, voice,
Form: Free verse
Categories:
silted, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
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