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...
Sunday, 12 June 2016
Thursday, 9 June 2016
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)
Tuesday, 7 June 2016
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.
Tuesday, 8 March 2016
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.
Tuesday, 2 February 2016
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.
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