Tag Archives: Poetry Shenanigans

Poetry Shenanigans – Illumination

Illumination

There is a general sense of apprehension,
Everyone feigning comprehension.
Can’t you feel it?
The air, thick with tension?
When will we ever learn our lesson?
Ever so eager,
To create that stellar first impression.
We’ve mastered the art of suppression,
Pawns turned masters of oppression.
How can we talk about liberation?
When we live in constant denial,
Of our own voluntary subjugation?
And constant dissociation,
Between mind, body and spirit?

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans – Preacher, Say A Prayer

Things have been a bit topsy turvy around the world these days. Some headlines have blown my mind, because they’ve been just that mind boggling & some headlines have restored a diminishing faith in humanity. All the stupid, ignorant fools in the world have been using our differences, be it physical, genetic, emotional, mental, sexual, religious…and the list goes on, in the worst ways possible. Why does it matter if we’re different? It’s what makes us unique & it is also what brings us together. Just think about it, if we all thought the same way, then life as we know it would be boring & bland, we wouldn’t be scurrying about trying to discover & create things that make our lives better, that enriches our souls & makes us better people & that just makes us as a species better.

Anyway, I’m done with my lil’ schpiel here. All I have to say is we’re stronger together, so stay strong & stay united.

Preacher, Say A Prayer

Preachers, prayer men,
Stack your prayers,
Your principles,
Your beliefs,
Your faith.
Set it on fire,
Like the incense you set alight,
To drive the stench out and away.
What good are your words,
Your sermons and prayers?
Meant to spread love,
Meant to unite?
To be a light in the darkness,
In these times of despair;
When all that’s happening,
When all we see,
Are the sharp claws,
Of hatred,
Of unacceptance,
Ripping us apart,
And shredding us to pieces,
All in the name of a faceless God.
Claimed by none,
Blindly worshipped by all.
How do you believe in something beyond?
When you’ve chosen to ignore,
Chosen to forget,
That there is God,
Within us all.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Of Devils & Dues

Of Devils & Dues

I thought if I spoke the devil’s name,
And cut my losses,
I could set myself free.
Only,
The devil I thought I freed myself from,
Is ever omnipresent,
Smirking, leering at me,
Whilst celebrating life and free will,
While, I keep running,
Sprinting from dreams,
Ever haunting,
And a broken reality,
That never fails to remind me,
Of my shortcomings, my weaknesses,
Of all that’s broken within,
Eternally hunting those chinks in my armour,
To forever incapacitate,
The fighter, the warrior,
That breathes within,
The dreamer, the optimist,
That never ceases to find the light within.
One day the devil will get his due,
And while he pays his dues,
I finally get to live,
A life of exuberance, innocence and freedom,
Once stolen from me. 

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Wrap & Roll … Lock & Load

Wrap & Roll … Lock & Load

Be a wraith,
Embrace the hate,
Be a ghost,
Barely there,
Yet ever-present,
For,
They’re the ones who lost their faith.
Stand tall,
After every fall,
The harder you go down,
The harder you fight your way back to the top.
This is your life,
Your match,
Your march,
Your parade.
You’re the victor,
Your scars,
Are mere tales engraved.
They’re a sign,
Of the residual fire that remains.
That burns brighter,
Every single day,
Relentless and unforgiving,
A blaze,
That razes all the doubts and haters,
Who make the mistake of getting in your way.
Here comes the next blow,
Roll with the punches,
Take a hit, two or many more.
Take a hit till they can’t hit anymore.
Test your mettle, flex your steel.
Take it all in,
Until the day you make your stand.
Plant those feet, dig them in.
One, two, three,
Here we go.
Block, jab, cross your way,
And when you see your moment,
Don’t hold back,
Take them down,
It’s time for a TKO.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Measuring Up

Measuring Up

There was no script,
Preordered, prewritten,
No scene preordained
Tossed, hurled,
Twirled and hurtled,
Towards the chaotic serenity,
Called life.
They said dream,
Like nobody has ever dreamt,
Run from pillar to post,
Spend your youth,
Within the four walls,
Of temples of knowledge,
Among like minded blank
slates,
Like yourself.
They said study harder,
Apply yourself harder,
The books will save you,
The words phrasing equations,
Framing laws of gravity,
Dabbling in grammar and syntax,
Whilst churning out literature and
philosophy.
Then, as you get older,
Your dreams are invalid and
negated,
You’re told to give up chasing
Other worldly visions,
That you once called dreams,
Goals and passions you once coveted.
Told to trade in your foolish ideals,
For the lessons of harsh reality,
Where you’re told,
All the lessons you were once taught,
In your foolish youth,
About kindness and compassion,
Love, peace and intolerance,
Were nothing more than,
Fables, tales, mere fiction.
How else can you justify,
All the hatred? All the destruction?
How can you be the same tongue?
That talks sweet nothings about love
and peace?
And be the tongue that lashes out at
me,
For all my differences?
For all that you dictate with terms and
conditions?
How dare you tell me to live to dream,
And savour freedom,
Only to mock me,
For my ‘naivety,’
Of daring to dream.
How can you root for hope and light,
In a world so unsteady,
Trembling and unstable,
By forces of hate, anger and envy?
How can you ask for better?
When you’d rather only focus,
On what you colour as weakness,
And label as the worst?
How can you hope for a bright future?
For all the children, for tomorrow’s future?
When all you’ve done,
Is quash, squash and destroy,
All forms of inquiry, curiosity,
and discovery,
To the minds and souls that matter most?

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Quest

Quest

Who knew looking for God,
In all these cases, vacant spaces and places,
Would lead to stumbling thoughts, jagged truths,
Scattered concepts of self and dream stasis?

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Fault Lines

Fault Lines

Pushed down, Pushed around, Pushed away,
Funny how people think you’ll still stick around,
Despite all the bitterness, heartache and acrid words hurled your way,
To make it work against all odds; Only to blame you when it all crumbles away.

SJ

 

Poetry Shenanigans – Lifesaver

I thought I’d play around a little bit more with style and formats, so here’s a poetry experiment for Wonderful Wednesday. Hope everyone is doing great!

Lifesaver

Do you consider yourself worth saving?
Have you seen yourself in the mirrors that matter most?
Have you seen what you look like through those eyes?
The ones that ground you and anchor your soul?
Do you know what fear feels like?
While watching pieces of you disappear and dissipate?
While watching the elements that once made you,
Fall apart and be replaced by this unrecognizable version of you?
Do you know what loss feels like?
It feels like those grains of sand slipping through your fingers,
That you just can’t seem to hold on to, no matter how hard you try.
I would know because I’ve tried.
Do you know what darkness feels like?
I feel like you do,
Since the only bits of you that remain in my line of sight nowadays,
Is nothing more than a mere shadow,
That lets me know of your existence and nothing else.
Fear is when I wake up thinking today might be the last day,
Today might just be the last time I get to say,
Those three precious words,
That once made your day,
Once was the brightest ray to cast it’s brilliant light your way,
But now is just another way of me asking you to stay,
Another way to say the only words to let you know it’s okay,
That I’m always here regardless of the constraints time seems to
toss your way.
And in time you will see the power of those three words,
As they wrap their way around your very being,
And guide the way.
Head over heart, heart over head,
The eternal battle of damnation that keeps waging war on your sanity,
Makes you question your mental faculties,
Makes you reconsider your life’s priorities.
One day you shall see,
Love has no boundaries,
No qualms about breaking down and tearing apart those walls,
You once thought were indestructible,
That you built so carefully around those parts of you guarded most cautiously.
One day you will see, that not all is what it always seems to be,
And that the ones in your life who were meant to be,
Never withdrew or walked away,
But were just waiting for the day where you’d finally ask them to stay.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Burn

Burn 

Burning, flaring, glaring,
Angry sparks, fiery flames,
Licking away, burning apart all that was hidden,
To make way for something new.

SJ