Bright banners fluttered high in the warm summer breeze
guards in armor bright do walk the battlements high
no travelers pass in through the gate
the portcullus is down barring the way
not long the journey we had been on
nor far the travels away from our home
yet when we left no one barred the way
all then were welcome to freely come
we hail the watchmen in the towers gate
bid that they would unbar the way
cold is the look that we do see
they answered no you do not belong
all who are welcome are gathered within
those who we summoned our already within
the gates will not open to you ever again
go on your way be gone from here
turning we ride away from our home
not understanding just what did change
that we’re not welcome here in our home
the gates are barred and we’re sent away
and darkness falls as we right away
and all our hopes do fade away
we feel lost at be cast out
now we are rejected and know not why
warm summer days have now turn cold
and days of spring are for ever gone
darkness deep now lies in our heart
now as our home is forever lost
Categories:
unbar, poetry,
Form: Free verse
ADVENT MORNING STAR
The morning star shines salient and bright
Alone against a colour graded sky
In transient intermission day from night
When worlds half dream, reality yet nigh
The trees - dark silhouettes on indigo
That melts to cerulean, red then gold
Towards the eastern margin brightening slow
To hint at dawn, the daybreak will unfold
In frosted field the shrouded horses stand
As statues still and frozen in quiescence
No wish to raise their heads their faces bland
‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence
Train passes by no common world incursion
It’s closed space with internal lumination
The passengers in drowsy introversion
Each a universe of personal fixation
Then at their destinations all will rouse
Domains will coincide, their doors unbar
Will they then open minds, the day espouse
To share their vision, see the morning star
On such a morn in ancient orient sky
A mystic luminance gave sages presage
Of wondrous blessings destined from on high
And One who’d bring to Earth redemption message
Categories:
unbar, religious,
Form: Rhyme
WINTER MORNING STAR
The morning star shines salient and bright
Alone against a colour graded sky
In transient intermission day from night
When worlds half dream, reality yet nigh
The trees dark silhouettes on indigo
That melts to cerulean, red then gold
Towards the eastern margin brightening slow
To hint at dawn, the daybreak will unfold
In frosted field the shrouded horses stand
As statues still and frozen in quiescence
No wish to raise their heads their faces bland
‘Til tepid sun should hint at incandescence
Train passes by no common world incursion
It’s closed space with internal lumination
The passengers in drowsy introversion
Each a universe of personal fixation
Then at their destinations all will rouse
Domains will coincide, their doors unbar
Will they then open minds, the day espouse
To share their vision, see the morning star
Categories:
unbar, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Where am I from? A mulatto.
Is there a place to call my home?
“Hey piggy!!” the blacks say to me
"You monkey", words of the white.
If the velvety black skies
give room for stars to bloom,
Why am I not worth your love?
If behind the white expanse
charcoal clouds can loom,
Why do I not deserve a brotherhood?
Unbar your wounds and mine,
do they not spill the same crimson waters?
Oh, Why call me a stranger?
When we just are different lights
from a common spectrum?
Be silent about where I come from,
because I want to live like you.
Look not at my colour,
to attribute me to a nationality
Be me not characterised into a race
Just make me one of your own.
Whether Black or white,
American or Asian,
European or from Africa.
We are one people.
©Stranja_depeot
Categories:
unbar, racism,
Form: Free verse
Quite pliable plump.
Makes soulful sough souffle sound.
Tonic topical unbar country funny.
Categories:
unbar, father
Form: Haiku