I listened
heard in disbelief
the glorification of a liar and a thief.
I paused in this interlude
feeling the praise was misused
and then I scanned the crowd
blank eyes, minds within a shroud
none shouting truth aloud.
All was quiet
here along the western front
marginalized by corrupted stunts,
the rants and raves
the cowards unafraid;
voices rose
the hail of war unclothed
in hate and anger, no longer loathed
bullets, missiles, bombs laid down in droves,
followed by admiration, praise disclosed.
A haughtiness of destructive force
forged across a liar's greedy course
hidden in deceit by the elite
war in forever repeat
purposes indiscrete.
I listened and I prayed
for the coming of a brand new day
when warriors lay down their blades
rest at peace
beneath the smoke and shade.
I scanned the world that God had made
fearful and ashamed
at the haughtiness of a foolishness of men
who began another war again
always now never then.
i
i
Voice in my head,
I hear you when I'm sleeping and when walking,
but why must you do all this talking?
Do you really think it's right
to keep me up through the gloomy night?
And anyway, who the heck are you
to talk to me the way you do?
Are you a figment of my unconscious mind,
speaking to me so harshly and so unkind?
If you're the voices of my father or my mother,
I'd just as soon you pipe down or smother -
or perhaps, you, who have, me, harassed,
are voices from history, long past.
You speak to me in verbal hieroglyphs -
King Tut told you to tell me "jump off a cliff"?
I'm not impressed by your childish parlor stunts -
you know it's not polite to all speak at once -
like a bunch of inmates, fueling a riot.
Hear ME, voices - give me peace and quiet.
Your smile, under the sunny skies
Out of the blue that flies
Under the tree you breathe
Resuscitates me with wreath
Smile so captivating
Makes me blush and winking
In miles you let me fly without wings
Longer, higher than an eagle that swings.
Earth fascinated what your love brings
The sun that gives life and color
Haunted by your eyes with ardor
All beauty a man can paint
Tripping on canvass, never faint
Colors of you in different shades
Highlighted in smiley dreams of Everglades
Across the mountains and sea floors
Narwhals of ocean deep, travel in fours.
Gallantry of unicorns down by the riverside
Evergreens on slopes in the countryside
Death-defying stunts over the mountainside
The smile you always keep
Hearts in billions run deep
Ending in laughters; never weep
"Why?" you asked and wonder why
On and off the shores, never dry
Remember your smile
Love that spreads in pile
Deeper than the river of Nile!
Living in Austria
Migrating to the United States
Devotion to the sport of Bodybuilding
Intensity training
Contest winning streaks
Track record of Bodybuilding meets
Change in career into movies
Hercules in New York, Stay Hungry, Terminator and much more
Movies roles after movie roles in action thrillers
Leverage into Politics
Once was the Governor in California
A name following a famous name
Accomplishment after accomplishment
Astonishment at the end
Mr. Schwarzenegger still exercises, but not the bodybuilding way
Lean and firm to stay
Mr. Schwarzenegger now promotes Bodybuilding and upcoming stars competing in the Arnold Classic on Ohio held every year
Keeping Bodybuilding alive with encouraging aspiring Bodybuilders to preserver
All bounds covered
Sensation in appreciation
What Mr. Schwarzenegger started being artistic posing became a creation from the start
Bodybuilding being the mark
I met Arnold Schwarzenegger doing his bodybuilding stunts, and he couldn’t say my name, but now he can.
Tranquility is a tiny creature
who dances for me on the grass;
doing funny acrobatic stunts,
I love her twitchy fluffy tail;
My Lily
silly girl
sings shrilly
frilly twirls
so silly !
Loved your new movie***
But, did you do your own stunts???
That's JUST what I thought!!!
ocean waves drift in
wildflowers bend in soft winds—
with gentle curves
soothing calm natural minds
without demands or burdens
curves of rivers' arcs
fractals etched in snowflake veins
caress weary eyes
while urban straight lines shatter—
reflection splinters apart
concrete towers thrust
the geometry of squares
clawing at the sky
every sharp angle pierces—
minds that shrink from the hardness
billboards blast their glare
sirens rip through noisy streets
ravaging the ear
urban harshness stunts the soul—
as chaos frays attention
forest silence hums
its calming hymn without words
restoring the peace
of treasure trove memories
stored away in its clearings
dawn's blush dusk's ember
are halos in sky above—
colorful milieus
that frames the day in colors
soft cuddly and welcoming
From ground to high sky
birds fill break of day with song
feathered hymns rejoice—
dawn chorus of wing and will
call all to join nature's voice
Magpie's carolling
ignites dawn with fluted bells
welcoming chorale
in day-break's cathedral dome
joyous songs of devotion
Willie Wagtail struts
tail flicks like a metronome
swagger in each step—
black-and-white little soldier
stakes claim to place of its own
Grey Fantail arc skits
with tail flits like restless fan
chaos ensemble—
air itself shakes in the dance
with its frantic flight patterns
Superb Fairy-wren
courageous, blatantly bold
blazes bright in blue—
outlandish flare on green leaves
with its beauty turned to dare
Eastern Whip-bird cracks
the lash to rouse sleepy heads
who missed the alarm
stumbled wobbly out of bed—
hoping no one would notice
The Welcome Swallow
adept aerial maestro—
dazzles watching throngs
with its acrobatic stunts
snatching at insects mid-flight
my god is fame
i shall not rest
‘til the world regards me
as the very best
not content
to badmouth my rivals
i seek to eliminate
their chance for survival
my publicity stunts
are beyond outrageous
my penchant for perversity
most find contagious
yea, though some folks are jealous
and seek my death
i’ll relish my time in the spotlight
‘til my very last breath
~ Try chanting this to the rhythm of 'The Lord's Prayer,' Psalm 23 ~
Stretch the rubber band a little further
The human cannonball
- short-haul flight
Some stunts work better than others
All the fake stunts I pulled, you never bought them,
All the cigarettes I rolled, you never smoked them,
I need a light in my life to illuminate all the darkness,
I need a space to breathe, to heal from the pain that weighs on me.
You and I, when we meet, we surpass all expectations, we lose ourselves in infinity,
Taking too much of everything we love, hurting ourselves in the process,
We fool around in the hotel of broken hearts, never tired of searching for each other,
Always ready to start over, again and again, without stopping.
Always found unconscious at the end, caught in this never-ending phase,
But you, you never bought them, never believed in them,
Girl, you never believed in me, in all these stories,
I wonder if I will ever find the truth in my unspoken lies.
We search for a light to guide us, a refuge amidst the chaos,
We long for a place to breathe, to heal from all that has hurt us,
And yet, in this dance of confusion and desire, we lose ourselves,
But maybe, one day, we will find that balance between illusion and reality.
If I had a skateboard
I’d make up some tricks
And toss in some old ones,
My own special mix.
I’d glide down a staircase
And leap in the air.
To show off my skills,
I’d accept any dare.
All the people who noticed
My age from my face
Would be shocked by the stunts
They would see taking place.
If I had a skateboard,
I know in my gut,
It would take merely seconds
To fall on my butt.
Written by k2h
Kvg Owen Hamalala
@2020
Looking for a fresh page
Embracing the new age
Seeking for a fresh start
Tearing my past apart
Taking off my old chains
Hoping all is not in vain
Fighting daily to gain
Trying again and again
Overlooking the pain
Struggling to attain
Endeavoring to sustain
Pushing myself so far
Targeting to reach far
Reaching out for stars
Wishing on shooting stars
Climbing into the clouds
Ignoring all the doubts
Knowing what counts
Pulling of all the stunts
Forgetting all my fears
Whipping down the tears
Smiling through the years
Achieving what I could
“When the heart desires what it can't possess
There lie's a hunger that’s never fed.”Quote - Poet's own
I hungered for love a long, long time
Love that bestows life beauty and rhyme
To relish feelings of happiness
Rather than horrendous ghastliness.
For joyous is what life’s meant to be
Contentment peace and tranquility
Home is where the heart lives, it is said
Where one can sleep soundly in their bed.
Not so when one’s world is retarded
Making sure every word is guarded
Unable to explore what’s in store
In the world that’s outside one’s front door.
A sad childhood stunts the inner growth
Emotionally, mentally, both
Alike a bird that’s trapped in a cage
Never allowed to have centre stage.
That is how it is and was for me
Till I grew up eventually
Then I met my love and we got wed
So now I don’t have a hunger unfed.
Powder blue.
Postman Raleigh frame,
Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time.
An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts,
None matching saddle and outmoded bell.
Smooth plastic pedals.
A Gift.
Not as I had dreamt,
Mag wheels with fat all terrain tyres for grip.
A torrid lean toward machismo and impressive stunts,
A mode of movement, demanding awe.
Trophy as much as vehicle.
Summer followed.
She earned my respect,
Her visage lost initial thoughts of ugliness.
For Frankenstein’s monster tore fast and flew,
Threw wind in my face, took my breath.
Grazed elbows and knees.
Barry Sheene.
Randolph Scott, John Wayne,
I became all of those, that hazy summer.
Chasing bad guys across imagined prairies,
Hurtling down race tracks unknown.
Winning hearts and trophies.
Funny now
My memory of where she went,
Evades me, time has ridden past, fast.
The bike I once called Mary, with love,
A nod to the author of the dark tale she reminded me of.
Beautiful powder blue.
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