Sisters seated by glows
Of white glistens of light
A spirit floated down
Painting the sky golden
They knew she'd never desert them
Gentle hands of ribbon
And once the ring was over
It burned through their retinas
Sober from countless memories
They let candle wax melt their epidermis
Only a picture nestled in draws
Yet flooded with reminders
The fingerprints and dusty cries
Spelt out the name of a mystery woman
Birthing two daughters, then fading
Into plains of trees which bear olives
Mists of the Adriatic Sea
Embracing her shuddering coffin
For she is but a young mother
Selling what she could for glory
To feast with lords of lustfulness
On fish from Portuguese waters
But even she was never saved
From wraths of bacterium
Tuberculosis stole her vitality
And reunited her with her offspring~
Rumors abound
All around town
Lily White
Needs a knight
She is tangled
Being wrangled
By the tricky trees
Planted by Peacocks from Leeds
Wolves are down under
Hearing wraths thunder
Drinking Burnley claret wine
Getting ready to do second tier time
In comes the Hammer girl
Wearing expensive pearls
Bought using Gallo credit
Wondering, ‘will anyone get it?’
Message, ‘relegate’
Easier opponents await
Fans will have reason to cheer
Dousing the same expensive beer
As players work on maturing skills
Crunching numbers, paying the bills
Oh yes, who is going to get dropped
Commentating, ‘our season truly was a flop’
Officially closing the show
Taking the athletic production to parts unknown
Goal now ‘will want to come back’
Claiming healed healthy, surviving a relegation attack
Seeds sprout to become trees
Trees with ample green leaves
Leaves fully growing yellow
Yellow to dry under a hot sun
Sun causing the leaves to die off
Off the tree they hastily tumble
Tumbling silently wraths mother tree
Tree dismayed for losing her leaves
Leaves now lying at her foot inactive
Inactive and leaving nude the branches
Branches of mother tree cause her shame
Shame for the birds’ frantically watch
Watching powerlessly their home gone
Gone at sunset but waiting for another day
Day for seeking a new comfy home
Home of joy to host everyone joyfully
Poem by N. Mugisho
Look about at what inhumanity hath wrought
In vain we seek solace in a storming deluge
Have good intentions really been for naught?
In desperate straits we seek our refuge
Wraths ancient and new like thunder rage
Tearing the shelter we seek asunder
At a loss for words, both fool and sage
Silently assess humanity's blunder
No more do I seek shelter in brick or stone
For hatred tears all things apart
So here I stand unafraid and alone
Having faith in the light of a brand new start
Not like heaps of sands
resting on barren lands
or herds of animals of all kind
that with ease widely we find
On the surface even a bit
you might not see of it
often you have to dig deeper
to know who is its keeper
For some it is a rare virtue
that’s too good to be true
while some believe in it
as a thing of great grit
A pinch of it can do wonders
and quieten the loud thunders
make storms retract their paths
and let souls forget their wraths
In grim times it might also crumble
but that’s when we need to stay humble
and fill in our hearts a few of its shreds
to embrace its unseeable divine threads
A little faith is all we need
to sow in the sweet seed
and see it come to bloom
in all our moments of gloom
in all our moments of gloom
All those hidden graveyards
just beneath the flesh
where the mesh of being
cavitates, creates
holes in the psyche.
Those much visited memories
where no flowers are laid
but a much-tilled earth
covered and uncovered
with newly exhumed regrets.
Bulldoze them in
and they spring up again.
Better to leave,
to face any other way
finding the shortest path
out of yourself.
Better to abandon the dead,
to leave them to wander
as wraths into a past
that no longer exists,
and so
cannot now be unearthed.
Only my mind fields detonates and resonates
Decipher’s a threads of tangled words
Angry angels in the aftermath
The glow of wraths fate radiate
Sealed in the tombs of my compromise
All here written on my epitaph
As my mind fields detonates and resonates
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
Sails upon waters of shimmer
Blood red vibrance glowing dimmer
Twisted fate of Sanity increasingly slimmer
Lost Voice left alone to quietly simmer
Memories of faded emotions turning grimmer
Tears forever feed the flow of river
Sultry seduction of body ravished lay still of quiver
Icy words of truth yet spoken to deliver
Wraths of lusts stolen from the giver
Last words of love accompanying darkness of shiver
January 06, 2021
Last Love Letter
Contest entry submit
Traipsing along on old dirt paths
Struggling to avoid garden wraths
Within the maze of sinuous limbs
Whispering like soft, gentle hymns
Twisting, turning, yearning for love
Lost amid blush roses sent from above
A puzzle of joys in the green branches
Covering the heart of heavenly ranches
Homespun joys sing from the bushes
Brilliant, bold colors of crimson pushes
Touching my spirit with tendrils of leaves
Caressing a wall of blooms that relieves
Trapped by the swaying of euphoric breezes
Softly enfolding my heart’s hope so it pleases
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: A Dear Heart
June 22, 2020
Escape from thunder and lightning,
Remain or stay in safe shelter;
And if you are out on the street,
Hurry up and run for cover.
Don't get out of the house at least
Half an hour after the last sound;
Stay inside the building until
The risk is nowhere to be found.
Keep away from powerful stuffs
Like computers and corded phones;
Never be in direct contact
With these electricity zones.
Avoid plumbing, including sinks,
As well as the baths and faucets;
Run away from frightening harm,
Evade the nature's wraths and threats.
Stay away from windows and doors,
Remain calm beneath the ceiling;
Stay off veranda or porches,
Escape from thunder and lightning.
Revolutionary, the stance we took,
The freedom of iconoclastic paths
To justify rebellious avenues
That swayed the truth in plain objective wraths.
4/20/19
Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor Gregory R Barden
"In the Seventies"
All you can see is red smoke
The moth of the flame raging inside
Blood is mixed with a smoking ember
That burns through ignition lighting up
Feel the wrath if you want to
And face death through a senseless act
Embrace wrath’s flame burning man to dust
If I ruled the world, I would wave a magic wand.
And make a wish for views that clash to soon be gone.
For unity I would wish as in days bygone.
Then, hunters and gatherers as one brought man’s spawn.
When greed and power took control a new age dawned.
Men of wealth walked the streets; ignored the vagabond.
Lies were told; truths were lost; the common man was conned.
To righteous ways and faith in God many did not respond.
My magic wand surely would eliminate wraths.
No psychopaths’ would fill the streets with hates’ bloodbaths.
And fights for right would silence works of all warpaths.
Chaos would stop as each man found and walked good paths.
No human would debate with a heart full of hate.
Poverty and greed would completely dissipate.
Rebellion and rioting, wisdom would placate.
Love would flow from every soul by will, not mandate.
If I ruled the world, I would wave my magic wand.
And make a wish to the great beyond; peace be dawned.
Citizens around the world to good would respond.
And all of Earth's humanity would feel love’s bond.
Written 2/25/2016
for Silent One’s Poetry Contest: Rule the World
Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies
Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.
Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future times.
Sun again shines, ending dark, stormy rides
thee shall picnic far off in fairer climes.
When mortal spirits race on foolish paths
happiness flows away as morning dew.
Embrace thee not, misdeeds bring evil wraths
walk faithful course, one that is truly new.
Live life, Fate has no power in Hope's lands.
For even Fate yields to angelic hands.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-28-2016
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