When I lift my eyes, the sky offers no stars,
only missiles parading with arrogance.
Before me, mountains of corpses rise,
my pupils dilated by human savagery.
Humanity has been consuming itself for millennia,
and I bear the guilt of all those cowards
who watch peoples fade away
behind screens, instructing the purveyors of war.
I arrived in this macabre dimension
like so many innocents cut down by bombs.
The Earth groans under the assaults of unbalanced men,
who plunder its entrails,
who sow hatred, death, and chaos
since time immemorial.
The oceans vomit waves of cadavers,
the hurricanes carry the scent of desolation and fear.
Nations crumble beneath the laughter of tyrants,
and children, bare-handed, learn to count
the bodies falling into the mud of oblivion.
I walk amidst these ruins,
listening to the groaning of stones,
a powerless witness to the unchained pride of men.
Crushed hearts weep for their torn roots,
death swallows secrets that no one tells,
and the sky has become nothing but a theater of fire and iron.
In this open-air junkyard,
the sparks of love persist, stubbornly burning,
like a breath even death cannot smother.
Categories:
spectators, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Eloy Bida Thank you for the inspiration. You are a blessing.
Spectators of Stardust
By Michelle Morris
09/12/2023
We are spectators of stardust
We are miracles and magic
We are energy and frequency
We are created to be fantastic
We are the Universe's blessings
Our souls roam here for a lifetime or more
We can go from here to eternity
For we exist in every atom
The Universe expands itself forever
And we've got all this time
There's no clock on our existence
For we are infinitely divine
© Michelle Morris, 2023
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Spectators of Stardust: We Are the Cosmos Watching Itself.
Art Prints EloyBida.com
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Categories:
spectators, blessing, encouraging, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme
I see , seeing a mum
With big hands trying
To beat , beating the drum
___________________________
With one hand and her
Spectators are so boring
Because of the bad rhythm.
May 05/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Message:
1 . It is always good
To collaborate with
Other people in the way
To success.
2. There must always be
Some people to support
You to reach your destiny.
3. As it is said ," Unity is strength "
Categories:
spectators, africa, encouraging, mom, mum,
Form: Other
I
Our cry, silenced.
We watch the murder of our freedoms
Like spectators at a lynching.
Our Twenty-first-century forbearance rubbed out,
Our twentieth-century sensibilities never happened.
High court corruption,
A misogyny hell-bent on a 19th-century revival.
In its myopic mendacity,
In its mockery of fundamental democracy,
We all take great comfort in knowing
A woman’s body is now state-regulated.
There is great solace in knowing how
Raped little girls will be forced to give birth.
II
Our cry, silenced.
Oh, see all the words never included,
Never even considered in the Constitution:
“Lesbian,” “gay,” “desegregation.”
Too busy were the founders with tending
Their slaves in 1789.
Too busy they were in stealing land from
Native Americans.
The founders never wrote of Jews or Muslims,
They never knew the word “Latinx.”
But something in the mischief of children
Tells us who we really are today!
Not when women were executed for witchcraft.
Not when the founders made a Constitutional guide
Like sausage.
Published: Dissident Voice 10/23/22
Categories:
spectators, abortion, birth, body, freedom,
Form: Didactic
We gasp as our hostess enters the garden.
All of us women wearing glorious colors, trying for attention.
She has, of course, worn the ultimate dress
Which instantly brings lilies and carnations to fruition.
We ordinary simpletons are dressed like rainbows
Dismally paling against marigolds and roses
Which also sense that an angel has entered the arena
Our oranges, pinks and reds are not contenders for attention now.
She has sauntered in as if straight from heaven’s gates.
She is glistening without trying; her caramel skin is popping.
Her brown eyes are exceptional, and her white dress virginal.
Reminding Lily of the Valley she is queen of the garden.
The rest of us fade away amongst flowers that smirk.
No contenders for attention or conversation.
A garden party for forty, where all eyes stray to one.
She is the bride; we are mere spectators.
Categories:
spectators, women,
Form: Verse
The myths of innocence & simplicity
hide beneath a mask of fraility
within youthful pleasures of times long past
human desire forever heads the cast;
What seemed simple then,is just relative
through rose-tinted spectacles,we forgive,
forget so easily life's reality,
vulnerable,alone in our self-pity;
Circumstance has moved on,we have stayed
transfixed by myths,our memories frayed;
twenty-four hours,still was then, a day
but different complications held sway.
Our times change,yet inside we remain the same
as players,not spectators in the game
Year Posted 2010
Categories:
spectators, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
I-ts
N-otable
C-haracters
E-mploy
N-obility
T-ruly
E-ntertaining
R-eligious
S-pectators
T-ill
A-ll
G-ladly
E-njoy
Topic: Stage Play (August 31,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
spectators, poems,
Form: Acrostic
J-oyful
E-xcellent
R-eader
I-s
C-ommenting
A-s
A-crostic
B-egins
A-mazing
L-ots
O-f
S-pectators
Topic: Birthday of Jerica E. Abalos (February 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
spectators, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
spectators applaud
as breeze lifts a lady’s skirt - -
a husband scowls
* Marilyn Monroe
For Frank’s Favourite Movie Star contest
Categories:
spectators, celebrity,
Form: Haiku
what is there about a fire-
like a summons calling hither
draws us ever onward-
in a lather or a dither?
what can it be-
that leads us forthright
such as millers to a porchlight?
tell me what it is-
that tantalizes,mesmerizes
what's so cool about a fire?
Categories:
spectators, confusion
Form: I do not know?