A turtle dove
I landed on your chest
Widened the jagged crack
Your Heart chambers shivered
Quiet silver ripples in a
Tender Garden of Eden
Watching me, your son
Clapped his hands in orange glee
I sought some breadcrumbs
Which I found upon your stable sea
I was vanquished by the I
Within your I
All I ever hear in my ears,
"All your fears finally disappeared."
Their pride was wounded,
And the win turned pyrrhic red,
Felt nigh defeated
When they saw some hands wave flags
O from a pile of dead rags.
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Tanka |04.03.2022| war
Poet’s note: The way unequal Ukraine has given fight to the Russian might, knowing of their resolve amidst the so-called friends deserting them, and the way the invading Russians are getting desperate by the day, we feel like saluting national spirit as this Tanka does. This is the fourth piece in a series on invasion of Ukraine.
Tapering off in a redundant gesture of defeat
An erroneous life silently suffocating on fumes
Indoctrinated since birth
and reprogrammed by independent perception
Disenchanted as the layers peel back
revealing the perverted roots of a seemingly fruitful surface
You pride yourself as the conqueror of humanity
You boast that your power over man is awesome
And strike him numb with fear
You sneak into his life announced
Sometimes you appear unannounced
But always with devastating finality
The rich cannot tame you
The poor quake as you come knocking
The mighty tremble before you
The royalty dread you perpetually
As a veritable threat to their fragile throne
Science remains confounded on how to end your reign
As the ultimate leveler and price that awaits all flesh
You claim to be ubiquitous laying ambush for man
In the sea
In the air
In his sleep
In his place of work
In his place of worship
Behind every plague
Striking him down wherever it pleases you
Creating forceful and permanent separation
Between the living and the dead
But death you have been vanquished by the son of man
He dared you on the cross of Calvary but you surrendered to superior power
As He ascended victoriously into heaven, leaving you fatally bruised
She wipes the sleep from her misty eyes
With fragile hands and polished nails;
And modestly as maidens do--
Femininity prevails!
And the coffee she has sweetly brewed,
Too hot, thus earns a gentle blow;
Then is sipped with last night's ruby lips,
And delicately so.
I am weakened by her waking eyes
And by the spill of golden hair;
Just a vanquished foe, and quartered,
In both fever and despair.
For I am fallen on this battlefield,
And cannot win so grand a fight.
This Knight disarmed, and in disgrace--
Will rest in chains, come night.
If you a seeking for trust?
Behold deep within your inner self.
Prisoner in a castle called chest.
Captive in a chamber that's blood red.
Bound by shackles of impure deeds.
Whose jagged edges have defiled.
The basic definition of humane kind.
She is the love child of hope and charity.
Apocryphal gospel preached by demigods.
Inundating the analytical mind.
Begetting a cesspool of Discrimination.
Love has lost its sanctity.
Fighting halos & absurd romantic logos
Trying to rid myself of this feeling
This feeling of surrender
Trying to rid myself of this needing
This needing to surrender
Afraid of what I might become
If I come undone
Fearing I've already pushed my love away
Knowing he & I were meant to be
Crying hopeful tears of regret
Sighing breathless words into the wind
Thinking back to what used to be
The feeling of ineptitude soon creeps in
Unsure of myself
Uncertain about what lies within
Pacing back & forth
Lingering in thoughts undone
Thinking, always thinking...
About the man who unknowingly stole my spark
Who I pushed away
Preferring to live in self-pity
Keeping vigil in the dark.
Changed climate is not a surprise
With drilling for gas on the rise
Where can life forms hide
From carbon dioxide
And methane let loose in the skies?
Neo-druids auger gas wells
And add fluids with sulfurous smells!
Are poisons they've tapped
With their magic wands trapped
Evermore by sorcerous spells?
Votes and news seem not relevant
The unrelenting elephant
In all our best rooms
Is fossil fuel's fumes
And toxins we can't circumvent
An unseen ghost
Knows just who to scare
By bringing fear
He meanders down an alley
To find an unsuspecting man
One taste he wants
To indulge to the fabric
Of this life’s being
He appears to him
This man of vanquished spirit
So pained he ignores
The fearful ways of a ghost
So rarely cast aside by pain
No soulless being
Has ever withstood a ghost’s
Intricate forceful ploys
Russell Sivey
Darting up and down, left and right
Over my little being
With fright you easily show your might
Have I ever sought your meaning?
Have you ever stopped and wondered?
Torrid pendulum striking, yet unheard,
Of what use is that behaviour?
Of losing your utmost valor!
Even if your shield is your armor
And your weapon lies in being an actor!
Vincible you are and easily exhausted,
A mere puppet, completely roasted
Though your darting intention may be to hurt or blemish
You forget, you form part of those whom my bliss did abolish!
vanquished
Playful sea lions debouching with dead fishes….vanquished.
Composed by Dalila G Agtani 9/8/11
Entered in a contest sponsored by:
Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
As jade and amber
lightly touch,heaven and earth
rejoice in union...
Let go, buddy, no need to sulk and cry,
I won this girl’s heart, fair and square;
No, I won’t say ‘Sorry for your loss’,
After the pains you put her through.
Nothing you’ll do will bring her back to you,
Go, go, go, buddy, find someone new;
Kathy belongs to me now and she’s mine
And you’re not taking what belongs to me.
To this victor goes love’s delightful spoils
And I guess I’m just the better man.
You hear what I am saying?
Sangfroid vacuum,
Striking terror in craven hearts,
An eerie quiet portentous of ominous,
Sudden resplendent flash of blades,
And blood gore in flood,
Exploding shots in blinding blaze,
Cries,shouts and grief,
Dead and half so,
There was gain,
Behind all the pain,
One side fled,
After they were entirely bled,
A patch of land,
Was perhaps gained,
Some wrong was done right,
Behind all this strife,
One chieftain derided other,
Rode on popular wave,
Till the time came,
For those who had fled,
To return back and rave,
The same way all over,
Till they had the land or right,
Circle was vicious,
Vanquished were victorious,
And feeling damn glorious.
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