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Alwi Shatry Poem
Blossomed solitary, a flower unseen
Colors missed; hues ignored
Fragrances ne'er sniffed
Scattered into emptiness
By planters 'n florists
Makers unmaking their creatures
Leaving them derelict
Forlorn in a floral paradise
Alone inside a packed bouquet
Kindred flowers, strangers by design
Precious little to share
Save for empty stares
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O, for thy blessed skin, draping thy torso
Radiating key images to beholder’s sight ‘n mind
Acuities thus forged, save for the blind
Launching love at first sight
Much like hair, eyes, nose, lips
Whose contours spark admiration, adoration
Forsaking traits of souls laying buried deep
Worthy of love ‘n awe for all eternity
For doth the skin ‘n exteriors
Not speak to us or those espying
Forcing choices ‘pon us
Via seeing, not feeling nor sensing?
Yet beneath them all lie our vitals
Blood all infusive, red for all
Raw flesh, in glistening pinks
White fat streaking ‘tween stacks of flesh
Deep lie the bones, white ‘n firm
Body’s scaffold, same for all
After death, remain for millennia, then some
Betraying neither clan, tribe nor race
Yet ‘tis the skin ‘n façades
That push us to love or scorn
Redeem or rebuke, reject or abet
Enacting blanket measures
Punishing for being ‘n traits inborn
They as choiceless as we, yet ‘tis bile we pick
For the power we have, the power they don’t
‘N all for traits no more ‘n skin deep
We speak of them in cursory tones
Yet ‘tis more ‘bout us bereft of epiphanies
Judging them as though we knew
Little did we know, ‘tis our souls we reprove
Yet beneath all anatomy, resides the unseen
Defining our humanity, our core
That amorphous, transcendent, colorless yet real
Soul, spirit, essence, kernel
Where love and pain vie, for the heart’s space
If life’s to have meaning ‘n gist
Must cleanse itself of all rancor
For love ‘n honor to prevail, our crux to occupy
Then gods we invoke
Of love we claim they be
But only us does s/he cherish
The rest can vanish or perish
‘Tis claimed hell awaits, those not of us
That gods will save us
Not them with skins to loathe
Gods that peep no deeper than our own eyes can
What’s honestly to be made of such gods?
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Wickedlandia
Where evil reigns, ‘n willful blindness is sovereign
Callousness, insouciance, cruelty shall reign
Decency, empathy, honor, integrity feigned
Citizens merrily fawn, whose rulers they cheerily deign
In the valley of tyrants, heroes are vanished
Comrades betrayed; poor souls fully famished
Cores on the line, honor ‘n status blemished
Never to be kings where pain is relished
Lives now virtual
Justice purely fractional
Empathy ever minimal
Dreams turned frugal
Windbags at the helm, demons at the switch
Sheeple on the rise, brains unhitched
By media all bewitched
Sound wisdom all but ditched
Fake vows aplenty, egos galore
Phony smiles, for self to adore
Millions to swindle, billions thrown offshore
Freedom’s the mantra, but serfdom’s the core
Justice for sale, democracy forced abroad
For lives in the millions, made homeless and chain-sawed
Grizzly scenes, for amusement to be showed
Raw power displayed for patriots to be awed
At home bias’s the norm, for ours all’s just fine
Others free to grieve, provided they’re not mine
Health and schooling in plain decline
Human rights’ our game, as we play divine
God is power that is ever right
Others must worship, surrender to our might
Lest they try, how futile their fight!
God’s wrath awaits, to blow them out of sight
Robbers of esteem, killers of hope
Governors of moral squalor, on highs sans dope
Prattle awash, empty souls on downward slope
Miracles reserved, for those who cope
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When you fell asleep and forgot to hush the light
Your being radiated pure beauty, your essence in calm repose
When you were asleep, your full hair flooded the pillows
Adding gracious wildness to a beauty unequalled
When you were asleep leaving me to ponder your innocence
Behold, an angelic child was born and a life renewed
When you fell asleep the flowers awakened, unveiling your purity
Every part of your torso, a feast of visual delights
When you were asleep your fragrances imbued my being
With divine perfumes that I inhaled down to my core
When you fell asleep, mountains moved, inviting us to scale their heights
Floating royally in states of suspended timelessness
In your sleep, your heart was wide open
Eyes gently closed
When you were asleep the music of love hits crescendo
Calling me to dance, holding your being, aloft with the dancing stars
Enveloping my being wishing you stayed asleep
When you were asleep the soft music of your breathing enraptured
Releasing a fragrance uniquely yours
When you were asleep your slumber proclaimed a tenderness
As the symphonies of the crickets rang
When you were asleep you granted me the freedom of
Admiring the work of art in my presence
When you wake up, I will sing you tales of your slumber
Knowing that love will remain, with you asleep or wide awake
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