I am flailing in the mud.
At last, it seems I am crawling out.
Yet someone pauses
To watch me.
The sun.
But it watches me far too deeply.
It grows hotter and hotter.
At the very moment I am about to emerge from that mire,
I end up turning into a statue.
Someone passing by wonders,
"Why is something sticking out here?"
That something was me,
Yet they step right over it,
And the mud
Grows only harder.
I am no longer even the presence of a statue;
Now invisible,
I have become the very earth itself.
When spring comes, flowers bloom,
But when winter arrives,
The flowers of spring inevitably fall.
When she believes I've done wrong
it's the same old dance and song
no words are sung or said
then she simply sulks instead
so once again it looks as tho'
I'm in her bad books and graces
yet without all her chattering
with neither reason nor rhyme
the silence is disquietingly shattering
and can last for quite some time
but to show me where my place is
it's not long before she puts on
one of her Easter Island statue faces
I fear these words will be the Achilles’ heel to our psyche,
To write slow allows truth.
Caught in someone’s fabric, a changed perspective.
To love real is to accept pain.
Memories racing to be the first to make me smile,
To remember shows your story was always interesting.
Why do we do what causes hurt?
For the longing of someone.
Why is life intertwined?
The variety of colors can make even a poor quilt desirable.
There lies a dark journey before us all,
What we find will be scornful words and actions
Cast upon you by me,
And me upon you.
When settled dust comes to rest,
Standing will be something that will stand forever for no one to see.
An effigy to our existence,
Could not care less if built like an eye in the woods or for all to see like Lady
Liberty.
Stood proud, built through conflict and turmoil alike.
A statue — what the plaque will read, haven’t a clue.
ICE TO FRENCH LADY:
Show us your papers
Don’t tell us your story
Shut up!
Both hands up
What’s that flame?
A Molotov cocktail?
Get off your pedestal
And get in the car!
We don’t need no stinkin’ warrant
Get the pepper spray!
Of A Mocking Symbolic Justice’s Statue
Blindfolded justice,
Can’t symbolize equity
With unbalanced scales:
Such a torching mockery:
Blinding out democracy:-
Blinding justice
To unbalance equity,
Mocks democracy:
Poor humanity blinded
By such unjust mockery:-
‘She stood in a nimbus of vernal light’
Sniffing the silent statue with her sight.
Inspired by: Time Single Regret by Sotto Poet (2025)
Reading a poem about a horse
with a stain
on the author’s page. Patron
ate something saucy,
as he read of a war statue,
forking or spooning
probably pasta or slurping
poetry, precariously, I ponder,
as I wait for the oven timer
to deliver dinner. Deviled
ham quiche - the aesthetic
embodiment of
eggs & cream, cheddar,
onions & cayenne
firmly held in its shell.
I’ll eat in the early afternoon
and get a lift
to see Cheap Trick &
Rod Stewart. Not the cheap
seats, but the special ones
saved for the limo driver’s guests;
he will be chatting it up
behind the stage or
just standing by.
I can’t get past a couple
pages, having stopped
at the blot. A library lie
that these hard-covered words
are all mine, well his;
a-muse-d at a blank page,
how I’ve filled its plate,
and how
I will separate
my pie from my eye.
Keep caramel hope in your sweet heart
Let it guide you despite days so dark
The Statue of Liberty may shed a tear
But we shall not be moved from here
Salty smiles vile white wicked words
Try to knock down what you heard
Content of chocolate character on display
Never mind the hate be you you’re great
If you weren’t why would they try
So hard to discourage with lemon lie
There is no point in beating dead horse
The ancestors anointed you of course
Your skin is a blend of all who were denied
Say less licorice lips and more ebony eyes
Unknown
a wooden statue
carved by unknown hands perhaps
an E.T. worshipped
by an ancient native tribe
who witnessed unknown aliens
Let me get out of New York
Bags are packed
Deportation fact
It’s time to leave
People of New York, don’t be deceived
I stood for come and all
It now is no more
Leaving the New York City shore
Enough is enough for sure
Getting out while I can
If I was deported, I would probably be sent to France
Fat chance
Hudson River is my escape to my own new world
History was
The Statue that was of the people
Constitution said
Fulfilled for years
Bags, we got a journey
The statue will now be cut down to a skeleton
Quickly leaving town
People beware
Embrace one another with care
It’s freedom for me
I can’t wait and see
Run Ms. Liberty Run.
If you think about yourself,
Your soul might fade away.
This life loses meaning, drifting day by day.
If your heart turns to stone, devoid of grace,
Among the statues, you’ll find your place.
A stone statue won’t warm the body’s core,
It keeps living souls from coming to the door.
Humans forget the good in a short time,
But treachery, you can't erase it from your mind.
With health in hand and peace within the land,
What more do you need than kindness, grand?
No harm, no gain, just standing in the way,
Stone Statue is good for seeing from the away.
If a person only thinks of themselves,
They lose the meaning of this life, like a dream.
If your heart turns to stone, cold and unkind,
Among the statues, you will surely be found.
A stone statue does not warm the soul,
It does not let a living being approach, at all.
Mankind quickly forgets the good,
But betrayal is something they never forget!
If you are healthy, and the world is at peace,
What more could you need but to do good deeds?
No one gains or loses from it,
But who will approach a stone-hearted man?
A statue is standing in the road. The center of town.
Still, silent
A stone. An outcast, watching the world around them. A silent spectator.
Empty. Empty are the streets. Empty is the town, flooded with identical houses.
Empty are the markets. The aisles of food.
Empty are the complexes. Apartments galore.
Empty are the woods. The nests and caves.
Empty are the diners. The tables and chairs.
The statue is not in the street anymore.
The statue is now within their home, and yet
Has not moved.
A frozen pig, covered in ice
Has no coins within.
The closet is full of identical clothes.
The shower is cold.
The phone is silent. It never rings.
The phone is silent. The statue never speaks.
The beach is cold.
The waves push back.
Statues sink.
And the beach, full of people
Lies the statue. Watching, with their eyes plucked. Icicles on stone cheeks.
Invisible.
his fluffy tail stands straight up
like his ears when he sees me
like a statue, he sits perfectly still
I tiptoe away, so he can eat berries in peace
he begins chasing his brother around tree
Unlike her eastern twin of the ocean,
she’ll shed no tear for the lost and alone.
No emotion for the wretched masses,
because her heart shall be as hard as stone.
In her fist she’ll carry no bright beacon,
to call those huddled masses to her shore.
She’ll tower above a locked iron gate,
no golden path stretched out before her door.
She will take your poor, homeless, tempest tossed,
send them back to the place from whence they came.
They will not be welcomed to her bosom,
but cast aside in America’s name.
Her barbed borders guarded by armed forces,
sending out her cold message loud and clear.
Proclaiming America’s new motto,
If you’re not rich or white, get out of here.
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