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From my heart rises an incessant cry
Like a stormy wind gaining in force and fury
With every passing moment,
It becomes a tumultuous roar
“I want Thee, My God and My Lord
I want none but Thee”! I earnestly entreat
Be with me, not before or behind
But by my side and all around
Enter the soundlessness of my being
Transmute my silence into sheer joy
Play on my tight strung sitar strings
And fill the eerie silence with euphonic melody
I wait here with my lamp lit and burning
Expectant and anxious in this murky gloom
Glue up the broken shards and make me whole
Grant this frail reed its unshakable strength!
Over the loud vociferation of this world
I call your name aloud in weal and woe.
Placed First
Brian Strand Poetry Contest (1051)
Forgive, Then Move On
Written: by Miracle Man
2-5-2019
Whatever we've said,
Or whatever we do.
Puts some touchy person,
Into a “He's Racist” stew.
A slip of the tongue,
Years ago, now causes strife
Does revenge change anything?
Forgive and get on with life.
But there is no forgivness,
For previous words uttered.
Many demand a brusing,
For past words muttered.
The vociferation that's loudest,
Seems to win the game.
And usually that person,
Has been guilty of the same.
Some demand respect,
And try forcing the action.
Thinking if the media's on board,
It'll lend a cause traction.
We must learn to forgive,
Once spoken words are amended.
And stop going through life,
Feeling constantly offended.
God forgives, so should we!
Tom
Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation
We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination
You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 1ST
Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.
Where I am I cannot tell you
Who they are I can't apprise
Do not look for me this evening
For Fear's formidable in my eyes.
My dialogue ambiguous
But I have hitherto lie
Even in my vaguest of dialect
You must sense my hands are tied.
These behemoths will not harm me
These deplorable creatures with no face
Leave for now if you don't believe me
But my written vociferation you can't displace.
Forgetting I've made impossible
You feel helpless do you not?
You did not want me anyhow
They've left me here unsought
I must be getting back now
To the life you've condemned me to lead
But I must tell you, it enthralls me
To envisage you languishing for your greed.
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