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I am one who carries love
who also carries grief
I hold life’s many phases
like the moon engulfed in shadow

this weight has pulled me inwards
to discover hidden craters
that may become rich seams
how far till I reach darkness

the tides rule pain and pleasure
our wealth of brilliant dreams
and loss of all we cherish
as we fall to earth again

the sky of summer brightness
bears trails of rain and tempest
growth needs the bleakest weather
to forge its strongest limbs
 
and I will strive to keep
the love I bear inside
supple, deep and vibrant
sprout leaves for my new moon.

Class

I sit in class with my thoughts on blast,
The paper in front is one of the last
I fidget with my pencil and remain outcast
And act oblivious to the obvious task.

The teacher walks around, reviewing each kid;
I remain unphased, and continue to stay hid
The teacher walks past, along the floor grid
I don’t peep a sound as my thoughts start a bid.

I cannot do this task that has been handed to me,
When my thoughts won’t stop bothering me
It pains me that they live rent free,
And I really wish I could be set free.

I look at the work that is undone,
I cannot finish now or it will be numb
However later on it will be done
Only when I do not feel this unfun.

The old ones feed

Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses.
Languishing are those the ravenous harasses.
Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated.
Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated.
The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious.
They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous.
Of men or of babe be plated and devoured.
To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered.
Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate.
Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.

Adaption

A Doe and deer come to my backyard.
its quite a common sight
              in leafy suburbia.

The hunters search out the 
deep woods to shoot at them.

They are in no danger here
except for the growling menace 
                      of minor roads.

They are unphased,
   by me at my door,
both stare at me for a long minute.

Then the fawn strays 
too far from its mother.

Mother and Bambi
         disappear into 
a light industrial unit
just a stone’s throw away.

That’s just how it is round here,
the tall hedgerows
                  hide both the deer 
and the humming machinery,
                      that unobserved
 make the hunters guns.

The Words of Others

From the mirror to the picture and back to the mirror
Eyes fixated on the girl she has become
Her mind floats, trying to find something to love, to appreciate
But the flaws illuminated by the words of those around her stare back at her
blankly, unphased by affirmations
She glances back at the picture
The girl who was taken stares back
Begging to be returned, for she was stolen
Not by kidnappers
But by time,
By losing hope,
By losing love,
By losing her smile,
Her once blinding smile now hides behind tight lips, trapping in the words of others
The girl who was taken stares back
Begging to be returned, but she was stolen.

God and the Devil

There is good in the heart of Man;
that can quickly morph into evil
when envy feeds His insatiable greed;
we'll conspire, coerce, and bully to get what we want.
Death is an effective threat,
and war is its fulfillment;
we revel in the dominance and brutality.
So much so that we proclaim it "Man's finest hour,"
celebrating a potent mix of blood and fear.

Politics and the color of our skin separates
those that we view as them from us,
We're right; they're wrong; that is how it is.
We instinctively hate what we fear;
but what we fear isn't always straightforward
and some may be hesitant to kill,
but if push turns to shove, they'll bend to peer pressure,
and invent a reason.

Everyone has the inalienable right to exist;
yet Man's indisputable, innate aggression 
leads one to question,
how God and the Devil coexist.
Man has a pension for committing atrocities,
unphased by faith or moral ethics.

Slightly Askew

Looking out to the horizon
The warmest colors, the sun setting just past the water
And yet all I see is a line, slightly askew
Is it me? Is it the world around me?
Why do I feel disoriented?
My heart races
Frustrated, I adjust my own posture
I study the horizon and begin to speculate
There's a problem in front of me that I must solve
Minutes, hours, days go by
The sun rises and falls, the weather varies
And yet I notice none of it
Why is the horizon slightly askew?
How can I set the lines straight?
My frustration grows
The waves crash
The voices in my head grow louder
Louder
Until finally, I forget about the problem in front of me
I move on to the next challenge
All the while
I failed to notice how many glorious sunsets passed before me
All that beauty wasted
Because the world wasn't perfect
I couldn't look past its faults
And now I remain, stoic, unphased, uninspired
And still slightly askew.

Outfit For Christmas

Admired tree top adornment enthroned
Assured her grace finds glorious attachment 
Nestles plentiful supply of progesterone 
Long leapt pirouette enabled summit stature

Twirl of circle skirt adrift with air current 
Spun unphased in mist powder snow confetti
Displays liberation, feminine masterment 
Ceases to be bludgeoned, poor past indebted

Ever near sentinel halo lambent levitating
Reminds Her Highness maintain intrinsic value
Vision fruition, Eden orchard deliberating
Plum jam rich provisions pickled sweet are due

Christmas brings riches, family fondness
Uplifted spirits hear chime of carolled optimism
December cures long calendar arduous 
Decorated angel heralded is spectacularly risen




      12th December 
          - Improve -

Looters Steal the Message

The country's on fire
Buildings ablaze
A situation most dire
Filmed through the haze.

Protesters all shouting
Passions inflamed
Of their anger no doubting
For the victim now named.

They march with hands raised
Indignant and loud
Determined, unphased,
To pressure unbowed.

But the message is tainted
The moment hijacked
The vision now painted
Of stores all ransacked.

Looters in droves
Their arms filled with goods
From iPhones to clothes
Their faces in hoods

Frenzied they run
Opportunity knocks
Plate glass they shun
With hammers and rocks.

Men of no soul
These rats of the night
Not caring they stole
What's pure and what's right.

Sadness surrounds us
Few places to turn
So much to discuss
While our cities now burn.

An Open Verse For You

inpired by contest theme

Will
my verse
reach your ear
      can
your eye
stay the course
      Does
unconvention
           confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
     Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
     between my lines
unphased
     by phrase and
     habitude
or human voice
The choice
          is always 
          yours if
my poem will
          be or is
not to be
a tune upon  
              your ear

Red Fortitude

Lo' and behold,
There it sits
Red Fortitude,
Under an ocean of blue,

Amidst pale yellow plaster,
Towering above,
And a foliage of green
That crowds for a view.

The sun whispers phrases
Enchantments that only shadows construe
And yet unphased by its neighbours
Lost in thoughts of its own
There it sits
Red Fortitude
Under an ocean of blue.

Spider Web

spider web tightly
strung between old brick columns..  
unphased by fall's winds

human hair now filled 
with sticky yuck spider web...
hard head wins battle

Shame On Social Mores

Successive letters of the alphabet per line using A through S



Ann was born at a time when females lacked rights.
Both parents warned, her purity must be unphased. 
Chastity, shame and sin were lectured day and night,
dictating a future marriage in accord with social mores.
Each day, since a teen, she prayed love to be as hoped.
Fraught, these feelings dimmed in society’s grim scope.

Girly and gangly at sixteen, her parents did chance
Hank, a farmer, as Ann’s best offered circumstance.
Ignorant all, there was not one thought of romance,
just opportunity to make Ann a legal, proper wife.
Knots grew in Ann’s heart and her fears were rife,
life's labels demanded she be Hank’s property for life.

Married life forced Ann to labor on Hank’s farm -
nasty blistered hands to atone for his lazy harm.
Oblivion was often sought by Hank through drinking,
pushing Ann to slave or see her survival sinking.
Quietly, she daily tended all crops and chores.
Unfit drunk, she often tripped him for floor decor.
Repulsed by his stank fueled breath and awful snorts,
She viewed murderous plots in her brain for sport.

Ruth

Teeth stained, odour untamed 
Ruth is her name 
She smiles everyday 

My friend Ruth 
She likes city views 
Just like me and you 

Night-time falls 
Unphased by the cold 
My friend Ruth explores 

Pipes, bridges 
Benches, boxes 
She calls this place home 

Crime free and tax free 
My friend Ruth is happy 
Why wouldn't she be?

A New Dawn

Bright flames fueled by chaos and evil intent,
Fools who embraced the enemy's deceptive ways,
torn limb from limb , food for the scavenging horde,
The brave fought with all their might,
Powerless they stood, against an army consumed by a senseless, perverted will to fight,
Minions of the reaper dance in enjoyment of new , countless souls,
No sign of angels , dark clouds mask the heavens,

In the silence brought upon by darkness,
Gallops are heard coming from the forest,
Evil creatures turn their sights, awaiting more flesh to ravage,
From the forest , the knights appear ,
Unphased from the sight of carnage ,no trace of fear
They ride with haste and fury to vanquish evil,
A new day will be born free from suffering,
Their bravery and might unmatched,
their conviction to good forever unwavering

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