Slackened Poems

Spring's Way

In the dusting of the springtime,
There’s a new dawn and a rebirth,
Bloom permeates turbulent clime,
The days ahead are swathed with mirth.

Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday,
Hope arises from the debris,
Rejuvenation strides spring’s way,
Nature sees through a clear iris.

Shrivelled daises sprout & flourish,
The meadows are reawakened,
Colours and patterns to cherish,
Hands of gloomy tides are slackened.

We arise to nature's embrace,
As we run the world’s fleeting race.


June 14, 2023.

Modern Era Villanelle

From the rugged screeching of the heart,
Slackened in behavior and chronic pain
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part? 

This is the ideology from which they start
Men ought to rekindle patriotism again
From the rugged screeching of the heart.

Admiring the breezy and the smart,
And now, with clearer touch and brain
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part? 

The weakened loyalty values depart 
Neither dogma nor the strain yet remains
From the rugged screeching of the heart.

Not conducting by the heinous chart
That pricked the mass for nefarious gain
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part?  

Reforming scarce constitution and art
Whose emblems are the countless slain
From the rugged screeching of the heart,
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part?

 
1St Place Contest Winner

Written: Ocober 31, 2022

 
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Once There Was a Love

Once There Was A Love


    Once there was love between us!
     Two wobbling hearts came close,
       hankered for red rose.
        Seeds of love sown.
        Stem of passion grown up
        Root of emotion sank deep piercing heart.

     Once there was love between us!
         Bubbling blood flooded life in rapture.
          We captured ethereal ecstasy.
          Me not alert when knot of love slackened.
        But alarmed when you are gone
            leaving me alone.

   Accepted you as my life partner 
   Not at all prepared for this devastation
    Only one complain:
     How could you forget! You have won my heart!

     Once there was love between us!
     Now ocean of separation thrashing waves of dolor.


10/23/22


Inspired by the song ‘ Once there was a love…

                      First Place
 Contest by. JCB Brul

Dushka

There was a woman I knew a long time ago,
I still can’t remember her name.
She maintained a slightly blurry focus, 
Left of center, out of frame.
But I do recall she was a vixen in bed,
So, I’ll just called her, Dushka.
She had porcelain fingers; her tips were acrylic.
I repaired her transmission. She taught me Cyrillic.
I hovered above her most urgent desire.
She needed a fix. I became her supplier.
But her addictive passion slowly slackened with time.
She went looking after greener pastures than mine

THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
SOVIET SOCIALIST UTOPIAS

The Restrictions

Sometimes restrictions made
Have to be let go
When profit is irresistible
When business is globalized
Sometimes restrictions made
Have to be let go
When rescue is wanted instantly
When life is more precious
Sometimes restrictions made by man
Have to be slackened by man 
Just for a win-win-situation 
Or for the sake of humanity
But oh my God
It should never be misused
For a conspiracy
An injustice treatment
An abuse of privilege
Or a touch of racism

Premature Tongue Cabinet

A knock, knock from the shadow box
rattles raw-boned words that collapse and flail
in another scribbled knot that snags in
straining throat and slackened mouth.

I have lost my train crash of thought in that
desolate transmission so many times my 
faltering breath simply rolls over and plays dead
like an obedient and desperate puppy.

On hidden shelves they wetly sit in their thousands, 
those interrupted ruminations, my aborted utterances 
as they tap out their sloppy, forgotten code and
plead for the key to the door.

They were once nestled deep in my flesh where
they gestated, fattened, and rapidly struggled for 
an early delivery that would ultimately see them 
born cold, grey and premature.

So they wait and ripen in that cramped little cupboard,
relegated to the dark and left neatly in line until inspiration
once more arrives to release them back into the already
crowded world of interminable prattle.

The Wonderland: Your Loathed Fantasy

Talk of the troubler
and the troubled.
The dainty daubers
and dark doubles
at the end of each street. 

Talk of a civil thief
and his broken tongue,
neat shirt, tainted teeth
and lusty lung
that trips your merry into grieve. 

Talk of the Alaba Boys*;
Wish's Jeff Bezos. 
And the Computer Village's* noise;
Bill Gate's ambassadors;
your brain upsidedown, boxers* lost. 

Talk of a floating head
in an elevated steep of mud,
and a slackened loaf of bread
sold for the net worth of Elon Musk.

And Usian Bolts
running for the Olympic medals of a bus,
only for traffic cramps and holes,
to blow the strengths into the dust. 

Talk of other varying wonders,
and signs and revivals,

talk of Lagos!
    '21:02:14:18:40

Note: Welcome to the struggle in Lagos, Nigeria. 

There are some colloquials only Nigerians, precisely Lagosians understand. They are,

Alaba Boys: A general term for fraudster business folks in a place called Alaba in Lagos. 

Computer Village: Another version of Alaba. 

Boxers: This is a word a typical Nigerian uses when he or she refers to "Boxers' Shorts" or better still, "Pants"...

   As requested by a friend. Esther.

Zuxian's Zest Vi

...tarred ticker was tucked beneath
the slackened sleeves of soaked spleen;
but now, her gaze sets it free...

    '21:01:09:21:57

Note: of hoisted heart.

Codependency

Her logic binds with golden ties and strands of silken thought
her elocution sparkles, it's a skill she has been taught.
Her lies are better than the truth, a drug that dulls defenses,
And I give up my reason to explosions of the senses.

Why, oh why, has she decided she should be my muse?
A toy of easily molded clay detained for her abuse.
Her eyes are fire, hold her gaze, you do it at your peril.
it only takes a glance to see how wild she is, quite feral.

Deceit is taught in many forms and she deploys them all
walk the line, a slackened rope, and teeter 'fore the fall.
Why have I been cursed you ask, and I can hardly say.
The truth is that I wouldn't want it any other way.

Reserata Carcerem Xviii

wanky wit is not moist motive;
hoisted hankering damp feelings
dark denotations foils fleshened
salient smothers, sil'ette slackened

wielded wit ain't fame - fostered fleas
la-de-da lurch humming pored pleas
meagre magnanimity strained
vying voluptuous veils, torn traits

wedged wit ain't manipulation:
pruning pored chances, gaunt punctures
sassy stances trailing tactic track
jiggery-pokery plumes packs

wisdom ain't taking advantage
it's a game of patience and rage.
        '20:06:11:11:35

Note: of wet wisdom.

Vile Vision

skeptical swollen sore
garnishing gaunt gores
damped dungs dripping
flawed flavor fermenting
airy atmosphere puking
taunted translation trailing

burnished body brooding
felony fluid fiddling
dark desires dangling

scared emotions moistened
sumptuous sanity slackened
luminous lust darkened

amaranthine ambiguity flickering
vile vision smirking.
     19:12:01:12:13

Tears

Tears
the garbage stone in my heart!

Tears 
the wild mountain in my mind!

these tears 
do not let the heart-mind fly willingly 

o'
shed it;
devastate it

Let the heart-mind be slackened to fly to unchained


-March 24, 2019 Chattogram

Flying Objects

Flying things
 
I once saw a flying pig
there was a hard wind blowing from the east.
over the bay of Cascais
The wind slackened and dropped the pig
that was alive and swimming ashore
alas, where men with knives waited.
Every café was serving pork in all its form
a pig is versatile for human consumption.
Can`t say the same for my little donkey
on the terrace, it costs me a fortune in carrots
but it has sweet-smelling droppings which
I dry and sell to rose lovers.

Sailboat - a Shape Poem

~                               Sailboat,
                                  in
                  ~~~        calm
                                  weather
       ~~             you  are wasted
                       but if  the winds gust
                and howl  you are hastened. 
        ~       So I too,  through adversity,
             ~~   am as  you are indeed.
                          For  turbulence
          pulls taut the slackened lines of apathy, 
             it fills torpid sails with purpose, 
                and impels me to proceed.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Ballad of Broken Friendships

I've burnt so many bridges
with an empty box of matches.
Friendships fall to waysides,
and I watch it while it happens.
Distant conversations;
Eyes no longer fastened
on the times when all we knew
were echoes of our laughter.
The flames of time have blazened.
They've left me charred and blackened.
The bonds between us, once so tight,
have since been frayed and slackened.
My days have become so lonely.
I feel they're quickly passing.
Yet, slowly am I moving
while depression is amassing.
So my friend, this is my sorry.
I'm wayward from my pathway.
Just know I'm here, and always am,
if you're willing to meet halfway.

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