Earth; a'ged winter-sleeper;
Frozed stiff which place lies in.
Who in his spring youth again
Rime-stripped, does so uprise.
Through each whimsicality
Child-like runs, leaps and sways.
Which does for hare, horse always
And butterfly, surprise.
I am not lost, I am just wandering
through this forest of words and lines
leading me into unknown places
and times long forgotten.
I am a wanderer, a traveler,
a seeker of beauty and truth.
I follow the call of my heart,
the whisper of my soul.
I am not afraid to get lost
within the tangled web of life.
It is then that I find my way
in those moments of wandering.
I allow my feet to take me wherever,
my heart guides me through the night.
At the uprise of the morning sun,
I'll be ready for a new delight.
The world is full of wonderful things,
and I want to see them all.
From towering mountains to endless seas,
No sight's too great or too small.
So let me wander, let me roam
to lands so far away and shores unseen.
In these journeys is my heart free
And my spirit soars high and clean.
And when I am old and grey,
and wanderings no more.
Memories then to comfort me,
my heart once more to soar.
For wanderlust can never be cured,
a constant flame of fire,
a song within, that cries inside,
longing, some impossible desire.
Here in the prison called my mind,
My feelings, confused, have been left behind.
I'm not sure what I feel,
I'm not angry or sad.
But I'm not happy either,
I think I'm going mad.
When I think about you,
I feel it all.
You could be my uprise.
You could be my downfall.
Written for the contest "Poe in the style of Plath" sponsored by Tom Woody
I am a weakling against supremely star-studded skies
Where stolen streams of light are not enough for it to uprise
My warrior soul is on knees, as sour scars cut very deep
The vinegary wounds in my veins can cause stones to weep
To cross this apocalyptic abyss, I only have frightened might
Avalanche of agony has hit volcanic edge of my perilous plight
No savior comes to the rescue, as I lay with my frozen fears
Fighting, fighting eversince, I found no way past trail of tears
Am I a cowardly creature just to ask for a breath of peace?
Too many of rainbows before my eyes, I can't tell apart malice
Too numb to flap wings of hope only, so I lied in my poems oftentimes
Not a melody of glazed strings, life sounds a lot like rusty rhymes
I hope I met the requirements of the challenge. I have read a few of Poe's and Plath's poems only, I just hope I was able to do justice to keep the macabre vibes of both of these poets' writing style. Thank you for this wonderful contest Tom!
Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last
___________________
| If this was the last_goodbye |
But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
The bars of my cell are icy cold
I'll never see freedom is what I'm told
My destiny is an outsider looking in
Whenever I see her, she begins to grin
Reminding me she's waiting on my release
And my inner potential to be unleash
Time is passing by and I'm still in this cage
My body is beginning to age
One thought lead me into anxiety
Causing me to have no decent propriety
I'm determine to break the chains of my mind
So my thoughts can properly unwind
I'm my biggest critic who deciphers my uprise or downfall
And my blessings are on the other side of this wall
I clutch my fists in the rage of my mental captivity
The sting in my hand came from a key
It is the key to happiness and success
I unlock my chains and GOD will handle the rest
Deception from my own mind
Caused me to waste tremendous time
Then reality hit me so fast
I was only prisoner because I didn't bury the past
Always look forward never behind
Or else you'll find yourself lost in time.
I JUST HAD, TO ASK THE QUESTION,
WHAT'S REALLY, GOING ON?
SO I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE,
FOUND A PEAK TO PONDER ON.
ODD THINGS SEEM TO HAPPEN
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE.
ONCE IN FICTION MOVIES,
NOW, IT'S EVERYWHERE.
NO ONE, SAW THE UPRISE.
NO ONE, SAW THE THE FALL.
OTHERS, WERE SIMPLY BLINDED,
NOT NOTICING, ANYTHING AT ALL.
PEOPLE WERE BEING BRAINWASHED,
CONGLOMERATES WERE BEING FORMED.
NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE,
TRANSHUMANISM, IS NOW THE NORM.
" "SLAVERY" IS A WAY OF LIFE."
MEANING "STAYING INSIDE THE BOX."
NEVER UNDERSTANDING,
THINKING LIKE A FOX.
NO ONE SEEMS TO REASON
SOMEHOW LOGIC DISAPPEARED.
FROM SOMEWHERE, INSIDE THE DARKNESS,
ANDRONIKOS REAPPEARS.
STREETCARS WERE ONCE ELECTRIC,
NOW CONSIDERED, IN THE PAST.
ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING,
NOTHING EVER LAST.
THOUGHTS AND WORDS ON PARCHMENT,
HAVE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME.
ELIMINATING HISTORY ,
SHOULD BE THOUGHT UPON, AS A CRIME.
Michael E. Harris
07242022
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits
Smile at me only if your grin extends to your gaze.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
I provide you dreams that rouse hope and grace.
I propose to you hues of joy as the glow of blaze.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
I offer you tender and heartfelt views and embrace.
My gift to you is wider than just my inheritance phase.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
My awe for you is akin though an angel aloft in space.
The ease of life is the fruit of giving in lovely praise.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
The prize I'm giving you is wiser than the cosmos ace.
The present I am giving you is a prize from the uprise.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
You, my kids, are the sunrise that dulls the fiercest case.
My gift to you is pure, total commitment! and love rays
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
Written: June 26, 2021
The Gift That I Give You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
There is this place,
where the sun is dark
and the silence hoarse.
The place in which lies on the ground
without strength to uprise
the shade of a fighter,
the shade of a real man.
Painted pictures portraying my inner evils.
Been tryna raise to steeple,
but these demons got thoughts lethal.
Headless figure see through
apparently not creature people.
I search for quick escapes cuz Casper's friends not so peaceful.
Goblins hollerings like sirens
put my palms on top of eyelids.
In the darkness, nights asylum,
witches brooming laughing gliding. I just wanna see horizons,
hopes & prayers sent through cryings.
Open eyes to infants dying,
lying drenched in crimson's tide dim
lights of starry skies
as I witness stars uprise.
I rock & shake from side to side
as my heart tries to confine
itself in spaceless 'mounts of time
where the sun did always shine.
But as the times unwind.
I find my spirit on decline.
& I anti my divine.
As I fall to horrors shrine.
January 22, 2019
Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Ants run way beneath down into their mounds;
Spring rains on;
Butterflies sucking nectar;
Sugar sweet sharing with the moths and bees;
As the coolness of rain blows in;
Hurring tappins the sweet sticky liquid;
Nourishment for midsection;
Along comes summer dies up the rain;
Hot times to uprise;
A blaze dries up the rains;
Grasshoppers dance on the burning grass;
Caterpillars chasing squirrels;
Await the next rain chance;
To have mudball fights;
Crickets mate communicate rub their legs;
Sounds heard all around the garden;
Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Humans, insects and birds run away beneath hide seek shelter from;
Spring rains on;
12/12/18
In awe I watch
thru the bluster of the winds
my eyes pause
glancing
upon a beauty
reaching far
and so so deep
I breath her in
along with the fragrance of the meadow
sunlight dances throughout
breeze hesitates
there's a soft sigh
I trail across her tresses
as they dangle in the air
her vision overcomes me
matching my longing stare
she fills my void so gracefully
begging heartbeats to uprise
I know this beauty before me
filling days with sweet surmise
Historic Africa dabbled in darkness
Long for a glimpse of the light,
Try to learn from past mistakes,
One day will make those lessons right.
Write all deeds that were wrong
Setting visions in dreams alight,
A cure will come to make us strong,
It will never be too late to make right.
Truth waits in the unknown silence
With barriers built around,
When sought for the right entrance,
In the paths where knowledge is found.
Dwells the future of glory for Africa
Beyond where present suffering abounds,
The Children to come will find Mana,
Ocean of water in mighty waves surrounds.
Fear, not the past unhealthy cry,
hear the uprise from underground commence,
for recompense demise, our heroes die
Multitudes now stand in their place.
The distant future is unknown to man
But God knows the destiny of everyone
Time revealed in glimpses of vision,
No realms on earth dare to stand alone.
Please do not take your
pomegranates for granted,
especially if you have the
last one on the planet,
a smart person would
take some seeds out
and plant it,
but couldn't if the
government suddenly
regulated everything
and banned it,
then someone who
was still a maverick,
would risk his life and
have to go on
the lam with it in
order to plant it,
and people everywhere
would uprise and not
stand for the banning
of the pomegranate,
and before you know
it there would be a
bumper crop of
pomegranates again
that would surpass it,
letting people to
have the freedom
once again to
make their tasty
fruit salad!
From the European and taste of sugar
Depended the Caribbean riches
Produced by extensive manual work
Of Africans enslaved
In colonial plantation economy regime
Amid the hard work
How fast the energy is exhausted,
And hanging over the slaves
The scarce supply in what sordid houses
Nor medical care they had! ...
Marrons
were gangs of runaway slaves
Hidden in the forest
Out of imperial control ...
Charismatic, was François Mackandal
First effective marron leader
Its people inspired with African traditions
United and established in such a way
Secret organizations
Among the slaves of plantations
And six years of rebellion he caused
But oh, although he had been captured
And burned in fire
After his death, armed marrons persisted ...
It was a brutal conflict period
In the colony of Santo Domingo
Leading to total elimination
Of Slavery and the inevitable coming of Independence
Of Haiti as the first republic
Governed by afro-descent people
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