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:-
walking alone with my memories and a tearstained heart
watching the water and thinking about Her
there is nobody here and the chill and the quiet is a perfect combination
the makeshift Christmas tree on the sand makes me laugh for short spell
wishes and regrets then creep up on me and steal me again
i am on spaghetti legs but remain Bountifully Blessed
the water senses my level of unbalance and doctors me back straight
i walk along and reminisce about the company that now dwells in heaven
the skies are blue and the sun is elated
despite the wind being unforgiving, i feel its guaranteed embrace
so many songs pop into my head
i am a snaggletoothed little boy again, impatient and full of energy
i hear you now firmly telling me to go and unpack
now i hear no voices
now i am forever wounded due to my choices
nevertheless i have maternal healing hands that are Heavenly Dipped and Infinitely Divine to reassure me
my walk becomes more confidently erect
my heart beats with pride and valor, pumping the tearstains away
this is... confusing and increases
from tense to intense
I woke up with less pain
but it was in the flesh and now
it only gets worse you can see
as it increases and is tense
and how it stings and hurts
and everything indicates that it is inside
it hurts inside and unbalances
unbalance and disorient
it doesn't calm and intensify
it doesn't get better and that's how it stays
it increases and then it gets worse
confuses violent deconcentrates
gets tense and is confused
and now it gets a lot worse
it gets worse just now
it always gets worse just at the tense time
in the tense hour when the worsening increases.
Forgiveness
Betrayal, like a vice,
Paralyzes
Abuse leaves unseen marks
In open scars
Surprise personal attacks
Leave the soul sputtering
Deception’s whirlwinds
Spin dizzy unbalance
Lies’ masks of deceit
Destroy loyalty
Ridicule slashes love
Lacerating trust
Arrogance breeds anger
Shredding humble conversation
Hard won forgiveness
Releases the soul
Letting God
Heal with balm
Past the portal
Of understanding
Letting God
Met out the consequence
Understanding we too
Receive forgiveness
5-29-21
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
love survives every hurt,
every unbalance, every regrouping
love survives every disappointment,
every catastrophe, every setback
love survives thanks to optimism and hope
love depends on uplifting words, warm arms,
and daily smiles, love survives
Why
do we avoid
people on the street?
Not sweet!
Why
does a wheelchair
cost more than a car?
Too far!
Why
do we keep birds
that can fly in a cage?
Rage!
Why
do we unbalance
nature for money?
Not funny!
Why
is our water
unsafe to drink?
Think!
Why
do we throw food
in the bin?
Sin!
Why
do we pay less
for women to work?
Jerk!
Why
are so many
children not learning?
Concerning!
Why
do we pay to
focus on dying?
Conspiring!
Why
are our role models
acting like fools?
No rules!
Why?
Deny!
Early spring morning,
Mourning dove cheery cooing.
Nesting birds departing,
Robins gather.
Joyful laughter
Outside children play.
Dog went on his own way.
Silly grandpa, twirls, it makes him fall on one knee;
Grandma laughs, choking and spitting herbal tea.
With a wink and a grin, in hand a bottle of gin.
Unbalance towards grandma Emalyn,
With a kiss on the chin.
Go on kiss me, kiss me one more time.
It has been sometime.
3/31/2020
14 lines
Poetry Contest: A CHEERFUL RHYME'
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
Bags upon bags upon piles within piles of bags
Yes, teachers are the ultimate bag-ladies.
Rarely but occasionally a bag-man steps into our midst
But here at the elementary school it is usually women
Who drag in carrying bag upon bag upon pile upon pile upon bag.
I meet them at the door sometimes to help them out
Relieving them of two or three of their six to sixteen bags.
Some are filled with granite and ice sculptures.
I always try not to choose those.
One of our teachers works at two schools.
She has chains sticking out of her purse.
The blue chain is our school. I know better than to unbalance her.
I meet her, grab the blue chain, and unlock her door when I see her.
She is carrying six “big gulp cups” – the thirty-two ounces.
I had to give up soda pop five years ago.
Too much flatulence, and the children are
all at the wrong level for that.
Deep and dark is the Verdant forests
Supporting the ecological balance
Supporting many plants and species
A multitude of branches and various green leaves
Giving rise to undergrowth so vital
Fruit bat’s dropping life giving seeds
The ecosystems structure of the forests
Surpass much more so than technology
And yet despite there primordial eldritch nature
We choose to cut and burn them down
Without the understanding and with our ignorance
We choose the path of unbalance
Despite the flow of beauty and life sustaining properties
Arrogant men just destroy it all
Cut down and burn and ravage, the earth
Leave nothing but a landscape of horror in their wake
Ignorant arrogant selfish man
Sacrificing forests as if in its way
Yet without them it spells the end of days.
Love is invisible
an undetectable secret weapon.
Some use it naturally
others for their advantage,
manipulating it like a weapon
intoxicating the vulnerable
with their twisted toxic methods.
Once mastered though
there is nothing more powerful
than its essence.
For it has the capability
to engineer uncontrollable reactions,
which chemically unbalance the mind.
When your heart has lost control
the whole body functions for one goal,
that is to embrace and embody only love.
Who ever the object of your affection,
the desire to have feelings reciprocated increase
enticing your soul to dance to your song of choice.
The heart longs for a match,
the soul for a mate,
the brain for intellectual thought,
while the skin craves for just a touch
and the lips for an opportunity to taste
fruits unknown, which become ripe with a kiss.
Never underestimate the power of love,
there is nothing more greater.
Once two hearts connect
all else is futile - feelings are blind.
Another journey begins
with the game of love
The Silent One
Originally written 11 January 2016
searching for the perfect word on virginal paper
leads to the cut, to oaken tears, to a sorrow of yews;
then the unbalance, rowdy tracks of leaves and
branches, the pushing down against green bursts,
the mud and ways, as if we could claim to find more
than the idle wind through trees on a summer`s night,
more than a hush,more than a whisper,more than this
My world unbalance.
I am only nineteen life.
Your sweet and cruel.
written: 6/24/2015
In Pursuit of a Desirous Lady…
Your deceitful tease
and illusive behavior
are beyond compare;
your blind promise
has yet proven
that you really care.
How long
must my soul lowly hang
like unbalance strange fruit---
dripping trails of fallen red juice
as I chase you in desirous pursuit?
They say
only death rivals
your equanimity---
fool I was---thinking
such also included me.
I’m taught
to always love and seek
you everywhere; but
in all my loving and searching
I can’t find you anywhere---
For me---
the warmth of your sweet bosom
has never been there; yet
I shall not wander in vain
nor without a strong belief;
knowing audacious faith
will balance my wanton desire---
sending soft sweet music
from the angle’s lyre; and
from your aching judicial loins,
flowing ecstatic relief:
from all the built up painful grief.
Yes, justice must be for all:
Precious Lord, please hear my call.
Step by step we walk the wire
elevations are high to which we aspire
eyes see life's illusion so straight and true
till the burdens added eclipse that view
adjustments made we stay on track
death through wars you can't go back
can we win without someone to blame
in the circle of life we all live with shame
a glow in the darkness a shining star
children's voices echo from near and far
a smile from one leaves insanity disturbed
a relief from burdens in a land that's absurd
insanity, unbalance we can keep them at bay
help and encourage our treasure's today
children are the wealth in this absurd land
Hope you realize this before deaths at hand
A final thought or "coup de gras"
death is the thief of all shining stars
Nothing in this world can feeble me
But your tears can unbalance me
For a bit of your sweet smile
I can fight with the fear
I can not forget
Our first meeting
When you call
So ease
Mom.
Yes
That sound
Pleasant, sweet
And it's a joy
A moment for tear
It's my identity
I forget all pain, sorrow
When I drag you with my chest
And often you call me mom, mom, mom
For my mother
Chitta
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