Poetry for Change
One
Lonely
Boy, shy
Tries making
A friend flying
Into the unknown,
Lonely. One. Loneliest
Number ever. It tests hardest
When you’re surrounded by familys’
Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world
That’s confusing, struggling blind,
Into unknowns that surround,
Bind your moves. Loud
Is the thunder around
That drowns bad
Decisions
Needing
Greater
Care.
The fox enveigled the cheese from the raven,
The child wheedles the cookies from parent,
The dog raises his puppy eyes and melts your heart.
The birds twitter and flutter coaxing attention,
The flower shyly moves its petals to receive
It’s caresses from the sun’s rays: nutrition!
The man wads his wallet to empress,
While the woman wears her war paint as not to depress;
The elderly lament their youth, and try to cajole
Their kin into longer and more frequent visits.
While the individual struggles to beguile themselves
Into believing they’re valued more than they are!
Ironically, they lack the vision to see their importance,
That drives jealousy in others in constant
Turmoil with themselves, for those lack your presence!
The soulless soul seeps into the sewers
Hiding, in hindsight, from historic hatefulness
Heaving the heavy heart into the whole
Whose empty empathy embarks on evil’s espousal.
The darkness drives deep despair, hollow.
Wishing for the weight to endow you with power
That lights the living loving locations, landing
On all that’s heavy, eviscerating it’s emptiness into brightness.
Brilliantly bright spirit of the night
Shine your hopes, colors, freedoms, and love
Into all whose darkness is encompassing the light.
Let the waves and wind blow away the cobwebs
Of emptiness, replacing them with a dove’s
Soaring aspirations, imagination, and freedoms.
Farther, frantic, frivolous, funny Arbitrary, amazing, amorous, angry Terrified, terrific, tutor, tumble, true Healing, hearty, heavenly, hotheaded Embrace, empower, enormous, encouraging
Rare, rowdy, resolute, resolved, remembered
All of these and more apply to a Father. A day a year is never enough to appreciate
All he does for his family. Sacrifice is his middle name,
Silent support is his first,
Power and strength are his last name,
A pillar of wisdom is his endgame.
The summer sky’s shades are all vibrant, Going from baby blue to azure to royal blue
Changing on the whim of the weather that can’t
Decide which blue suits it utmost:
Dark and depressing, or cheery and frisky?
Mainly, all are moody and try you out for a test:
Of whether its moods become yours or do you heartily
Overcome the sky’s emotional breath?
Gazing dreamily into the sky’s constellations
On a summery night, fills your breast with
Wishes and desires that abound in intentions
Of freedom to roam among them, freeing your breath.
The Constellations’ Devine joy is in being constant,
True, and unwavering attestation to God’s will:
That surmises the need for unchanged candescent
Brilliance that brings hope and faith that spill from the quill.
The terror drives their heart beats into a drum
A drummer erasing your life and turning it into a bum.
Sirens, louder than your heart’s drum,
Blare out the need to evaluate the slum.
Run, run, run faster, faster still, jump
Into the bomb shelter for fear of being a lump
On the street, another cadaver hacked in a frump.
Blood stains the streets, cars, homes, and fields
That sustain the rebellion that fights oppressives.
In a vain attempt to eradicate the beliefs
I look around, children, women, elderly, youth,
All strewn like rag dolls, puppets on strings! Truth,
They are victims of unending war for territory of faith.
What a scam, lark, lie, brainwashing schemes,
Imposing your will on others!
Keep them weak, hungry, and hopeless,
As you stomp on their rights! Bleed them,
It’s the last foray into unknow, dread for them
Terrors testify that the drum itself is to be feared. For them
Is a way of life!
Well then, do something to end the strife!
That’s no way to live a life!
Mother, mother, mum, mama,
Who are you?
Are you just the giver of life?
Mom, madre, mami, mam, ma,
What would you do to protect your babe?
Legal or nefarious means?
Mother, oumi, mama, Haha, mà,
How do you love equally all your babe?
Do you prefer one over another? Why?
Mam, nanay, habibti, ema, mamma,
How do you empower all your babe?
Do you compare them and demean some?
Mami, mother, mom, love, Ema,
Love me for me! Never send me away or leave me!
Mum, mother, maman, madre, Ema,
Don’t break my heart to leave,
Don’t break my heart and hate me!
Jump up revive and rejoice
Life is full of constant noise
Don’t let it slip by without a voice!
Don’t let the whisper build into a noose!
Let it out, and let it boost,
Boost you into the orbit of fools!
Fools for whom life is full of drools
Laughter, and zealous pools
Of people trying not to swoon
From the pressures that life has thrown.
Jump up, rise up, and be blown
By the continuous changes that have flown,
Capture them in your heart and groom,
Tutor loved ones that life is but a broom
That sweeps away misery and doom.
Never bound by labels and hatred
Never round the increasing bend
Never be a compelled bland
A copy of a model
They all do trend
Never blend
Like a led
Downed
Bed.
