Some more random poems

All of a sudden it dawned upon me:
With an almost absolute certainty
I realised the complete and utterly truthful fact that
I was alone.







The poor fool did not hear
Yet he could understand through the malicious
Glimmer of the eye I flashed towards him.
Who,
Is the greater evil?
The right that I believe I possess that appears from the robotic mimicing of the other selves
Is but a frail and rotting old core of a fruit belonging
To the proud great tree who once bore
Numerous riches of the purest soul and mind.
So I implore for you, I,
To prune thyself.




Arrogance and self-confidence are divided by a very thin line.
I often tell myself that I am better
Then I turn to belittle myself, I am no better than anyone else.
I remind myself, Janteloven is not the way to live,
But in it I see an uneasy security.
Why do I seek individual success when I have had none?
Janteloven...

POETRY ANTHOLOGY COMPETITION ENTRIES

The five contests in which I decided to enter were the following:

Blue mountain Arts Inc. Poetry Card contest (www.sps.com)

Poetry Nation Poetry Contest (www.poetrynation.com)

The America Library of Poetry Poetry Contest (www.libraryofpoetry.com)

Creative Communication Poem contest (www.poeticpower.com)

Poetry Soup Golden PondPoetry Contest (www.poetrysoup.com)

Poem Anthology

 A Haiku

A feeling of dark

Cold, shivering head to tail

The dark alleyway

Sonnet

When I am troubled my mind does not rest

Through valleys and high peaks it does wander

Through oceans deep and deserts steep it bests

In sprint-like paces or lazy saunter

Until at last it rests, in Frejya’s fields

Basking in that holy sun and winds cool

What pleasures my mind wants to seek, it yields

Exploit it does not, for my mind is not a fool

But when my forlorn mind has reached its peak

The winds slow down, the lucid visions cease

My thoughts and my peace seem so vainly bleak,

And in this dark my state of mind decrease.

Yet my mind does not rest, it feels no pain

Loss it does not feel, but instead it’s gain.

Acrostic

Cruel in groups,

Heavenly individually.

I saw them throwing stones at a lone one

Loud shouts piercing screams

Darling child, sweet child, such an innocent child...

Free Verse

What good did we see

When we made laughter with mixed pity of our fool-friend,

An intoxicating blend of the devilish desire that

Envelops man to belittle and trick one another

In eternal reciprocation.

Now his fire burns bright, almost too bright

Searing our eyes with unmeasurable hatred

Wails of the schoolchildren as they are consumed

His cannon filling up the halls

His grim face becoming a smile as he spots us.

As we died his smile rang through our minds.

Ode To The Curious Man

O young man so inquisitive,

What compels you to endeavor to such high extents?

Will you never stop dreaming as long as you live,

Climbing the steep peaks of knowledge until you are spent?

O young man, what drives you so?

Have your achievements not broken the status quo?

The untamable energy which you possess

Inspires me and puts me down, for I am so much less.

For in you I see the essence of humanity,

Which separates us from the apes.

Cinquain

Time

  Unforgiving, constant

Ticking, blinking, ringing

   An unnerving feeling

Clock

Limerick

There once was a doglet called Thom

He always fought with his brother, Willom

But one day they killed kitty,

They felt super shitty,

So now he and his Willom are calm.

An Owl

As the moon sets 

To rest for the day

And the heavy sun rises from its slumber

All awakes, 

I shy

Villanelle

The light glared in my eyes, I couldn't see,
A group of boys I wished, would go away
The lack of self esteem had hampered me.

A ball thrown at my head, a shout of glee
Were all because I looked like easy prey,
The light glared in my eyes, I couldn't see.

I walked away -I tried- without a plea
They followed me and said "your lucky day!"
The lack of self esteem had hampered me.

A knee up in my chest, a one-two-three
Brought my breath away, I began to sway
The light glared in my eyes, I couldn't see.

The principal I saw, and he saw me,
He asked me what was wrong, I said s'okay,
The lack of self esteem had hampered me.

And now as I stand here, upon the quay,
My hope feels like a stone thrown in the bay.
The light glared in my eyes, I couldn't see,
The lack of self esteem had hampered me.

English Story with a "believable" character

            I am alone. This is not the first time in this situation. When I was five, my father had left my mother for some other woman halfway across the country. I vividly remember the day that he left: My mother crying, frantically trying to call him… Then silence filled the household as time seemed to stop for the next few weeks. Everything around the house was left to dust and rot; I remember opening the fridge for some milk and seeing that it had gone bad and curdled. It was the first time in my life I had ever had that feeling of abandonment. It felt as if everything was quiet and dark, and the only place I could look into was myself. But being five, I easily forgot about the whole incident in a couple of months and went back to slurping on ice cream all day in the hot sun. Unlike me, my mother never really recovered. Many nights, she would take out that bottle from the high cupboard and tell me to go to bed. She told me that it was time for her to relax. Lying in my bed, I could never sleep. The bright moon shining into the skylight in my room combined with the smell of cigarette smoke coming from the patio out my window choked my senses, locking me in a state of utmost consciousness I could not escape.

            A couple of years ago, I saw my mother’s car roll into the driveway as usual. It was late in the afternoon, and I was doing my usual routine of pretending to finish my homework. On perfect lazy afternoons like these, the only thing I could really do was daydream, thinking of the sunlight gleaming through the orange leaves in the forest behind my house. This day was a lot different, however. As I stumbled out to the patio lazily to greet my mother, keeping my head low to avoid the glare of the sunlight, I noticed that there were two shadows this time, instead of just my mothers. Startled, I immediately shook myself awake and alert and looked up. Today, there was a man with my mother. After a quick and awkward handshake and an exchange of muffled “hello, how are you”, my mother told me to do my homework and I quickly obliged and ran back into my room.

            That man ended up living in our house. He was nice and I think he treated my mom nice, but I never really got to know him. He was always in the back yard, tending to the plants that he lovingly planted yearly. Whenever I would pass by him, he would avoid my eyes and mutter a quick hello, then get back to his work. Living with him, I began to notice small things about him.  For instance, I saw a few quite prominent scars on his arms and legs. I was always afraid to ask what they were, but I couldn’t resist the temptation and so one day I ran down to the garden and basically shouted the question to him. Flinching, he told me quietly and carefully that he had been mauled by a bear a decade prior while on a camping trip with his old family. The next part was quite a shocker: He told me that before the bear had attacked him, it had mauled and killed his wife and both of his twin sons, who were both aged two at that time. Not knowing what to say, I turned my heel and ran back to my room. I tried my best to forget about what I had learned that day, feeling as if bad news would only destroy my personal paradise.

            A couple of months ago, my mother and the man had called to the kitchen from my room. Yawning and rubbing my tired eyes, I stumbled over to the kitchen. Seeing their faces, I knew that this was going to be some serious news. I sat down. They started with a big breath, then the big news came: I was to have a baby brother. I sat there for a minute, blankly staring at their apprehensive faces. My mind was racing: What would it be like to have a baby brother?

            It turned out that only a couple of weeks later, more news came. We were moving to Mexico. The reason I do not know, however I was a bit skeptical about the changes this was going to bring to my life. I liked the sun here, it was a not to hot and it was constantly shining on me, warming my face. I liked the way the sun would go through the leaves outside my window as well. How would Mexico be? Nevertheless, I was ready to give it a try. This was a week ago.

            They left me there. I am alone now. A couple of hours ago, I woke up and saw that the house was abandoned. There was no sign of anyone else ever living here except a note on my desk. It was from my mother. Brief and to the point, the note explained that she was moving to some random place in the world with the man and would start a new life with my baby brother. I did not know what to think. As I am sitting here now, I still do not know what to think. Maybe I’ll take a walk outside…

            The sounds of the city in Mexico are so different than the sounds in my old neighborhood. In my old home, the only noises I heard were the chirping of birds and the constant ruffle of the leaves in the wind. Here, all I hear is the barking of dogs, sirens, and music playing in the background, always so upbeat. Walking down the street, the sun has started to shine on my face. The bright light pierces my eyes, digging into my brain: My head has begun to beat with in unison with my heart. I taste something salty, metallic. I put my hand to my mouth and then pull it back, taking a look. Seeing that my nose has started to bleed, I start to briskly walk towards the nearest public washroom. Finding it, I start washing my face, but the blood won’t stop flowing. The sink is red now, and I am beginning to feel a bit dizzy…My head is still beating. At least this dark and grimy public washroom blocks the harsh sunlight from my eyes. Hearing a high-pitched whimpering, I look back, startled. I see a tangled mess of fur in the back corner, near the urinal. Blood dripping on the dirty floor, I start taking steps towards the noise. Looking closer, I see that it is a dog, quite visibly unwell with multiple obvious wounds. A surge of feeling rushes into my heart as I feel the empathy I have for this poor, abandoned animal. As I reach to hold it and carry it, I lose my balance and strike my head against the urinal. Everything goes white.   

Found Poem from LORD OF THE FLIES by William Golding

A vision of red and yellow

Decaying coconuts and palm fronds

Simmering water, pink granite, and white coral

White surf, the open sea, dark blue

Grinding roar of breakers on the reef

Tiny, glittering fish

Shaded with palm trees, sandy side

Weed strewn beach

Palm fronds would whisper

Dazzling water

Tangled reflections

A blur of sunlight crawling on hair

Dense blues of horizon

Scattered light

Drop of burning gold

The butterflies still danced, preoccupied

When the sun sank

Darkness dropped on the island

The sky was black.

The bright morning was full of threats

Last light, sad and grey filtered into the shelter

Grey, feathery ashes scurried hither and thither

They crumbled with sodden powder

A vision of red and yellow

This is an island.

The shore was fledged with palm trees.

Shadowy green and purple

Eyes against the shimmering water

Blue of all shades

Water drew to a point of infinity

Dazzling beach and water

Ralph’s golden body

Wept for the end of innocence

They’re all dead

We may stay here till we die

The heat seemed to increase till it became a threatening weight.