Ashes all around, raining down
Drowning the misery with more
The floating specks of grey
That were once a rosy pink
Filled with fragrance and life
The flowers paved the way ahead
New love blossoming under the trees
First kisses behind the school buildings
Birds pecking at the ample rice grains
And a happy, happy place.
Nothing much has changed since
Only the air thick with morbid death
The boundless bed of ashes giving way
To nameless faces half buried in eternal sleep
Thorns drawing blood with every step
Unmarked tombs crowding weeping trees
Dried tears on the unturned pages
Vultures scavenging for fleshes of suffering
But the throne got an heir at long last
So a happy, happy place it is still.
(I)
Bags power, corruption lurks within,
In daylight they break your self-esteem.
Never stand for truth, nor see the light,
Wrapping lies to keep you out of sight.
(II)
With artificial spines they daydream,
Wearing crowns on thrones that bleed and scream.
Power and fame will fade away,
Their dirty deeds will face the day.
(III)
Burned to ashes, their glory torn,
While Karma sharpens her blade in scorn.
Awaiting the end of their defiance,
The fire they fed will feast in silence.
(IV)
On masks and pride that shun the light,
When echoes fade, none mourn their plight.
The whisper of justice will rise from the dust,
Truth will roar louder than rusted trust.
(V)
No crown can shield from the storm they’ve made,
The mirror of time won’t let deceit fade.
The thrones will crumble, the chains will break,
For dawn is born when the liars shake.
In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort,
Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time,
Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine,
The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace.
Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream,
The fear that fragile order is a sandcastle, a vain illusion,
They retreat into mental bunkers, hiding their dreams and unspoken fears,
Hoping the walls of silence will keep change at bay, unspoken promises.
But time, a tireless sculptor, spins its chisel on the face of reality,
Each moment leaves a mark, a reminder of the ephemeral,
Stagnation is but an illusion, true life awaits beyond the walls,
Demanding the courage to step into the unknown, to emerge from labyrinths.
Between the walls of silence, souls sing the longing for freedom,
A yearning that pulses like a heart beneath resignation, beneath opacity,
Rays of light pierce through the cracks in the walls, reminding them of the river,
Life flows unceasingly, calling them to embrace their living destiny.
Markets smile, deep pockets make fat pile,
And when frown, fortunes come tumbling down.
In play of plump coffers
There’s no place for paupers—
Sophomore Dumpty’s tend to crash crown,
They prosper that possess wile and guile.
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Happenings |24.12.2022| Humour, Sestet
Poet’s note: It was as if only yesterday Elon Musk was crowned the king of fortunes at top of the pile. Today, his net worth has dropped by $ 135 billion. The rest of the tech tsars also watch their net worth getting depleted. India’s Gautam Adani at $110 billion has risen to third place. From almost nowhere in sight now appears Louis Vaitton to claim first place at $ 159 billion. The sestet is set in anapaest meter, and a mirror-like rhyme scheme. What we have here is just a Sestet, not a Sestina.
I want to get to the throne
Thus, I am welcomed to the Game of Thrones
Not because of greed and desire
But the burning fire
Challenging me to rid off the world of all the lies
And burn them with a mighty fire.
I am fighting my own battle
To restore the nation to its true position.
Just like the dragon is the symbol of power
Let me be the symbol of balance
Let me be an example of good governance
And the new entry to the Game of Thrones.
You thought yourself such royalty
Upon your throne of lies
I played the fool, the jokers role
Until it was my time
You laughed and laughed
At my expense
It was all for your pleasure
So you thought
When your tower fell
Your reign was done and over
I was the one wearing the crown
Fanning your smouldering embers
How does it feel to know you lost
After such a mighty fall
You built your lies on fairytales
But I get the happily ever after
I am standing
In a line scene
Cuz my body
Needs its caffeine
And in front of me some dink
Orders a confusing drink
Now he’s changing ‘round his order
With our patients growing shorter
And a sword from
Someone’s pocket
Now sticks through the
Guy’s eye socket
Du du du du
Du du du du
Du du du-du du-du du-du...
Hollow Thrones
Death and destruction reigning in filth over dry bones
kings ruling over weaker souls with little hope,
drowned deep, cast overboard loaded with misery stones
unmercifully hung with no justice and short rope
So proudly the kings rule over subjects so very poor
no concept of the natural rights of mortal man,
having power , treasure and selfish desires by the score
completely unconcerned with life's ever so brief span
Shallow pleasures lusted without thought of coming reward
stolen time and freedoms from more deserving souls,
unmindful of the many stolen lives so desperately scarred
judgment awaiting in deeply unforgiving , darkened holes
Reigns of tyranny reaped as bushels of rotten fruits
while spirit raping of better women, children, and men,
falsely rewarded homage paid from wickedly evil roots
soon to be given eternity in their evil Master's den
Robert L. 05-25-2014
Read a book this morn on the great Empires long since destroyed,
with more of the same always filling the void....
Mankind simply refuses to ever learn...
Lovers then we became strangers
now full blown adversaries
enemies
gladiators armored for destruction.
This is no longer a relationship
it is a ruthless affair
a house of cards
kill zone
minefield 101.
Words sharp than machetes
actions colder than waterboarding
we massacred us
we are locked up in solitary confinement
you the king of North
and this Nubian Monarchy is mine.
To the last Iron and Crown standing
its game on!
Puffy white marshmellows In the sky Bring tears from the heavens When they cry Shapes of dragons Breathing fire Floating above us Higher and higher These thrones for angels For all to see Majestic and proud The way it should be
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