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Poetry Shenanigans – Burn


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


Poetry Shenanigans – Dictated Lies… Dictated Lives

Dictated Lies … Dictated Lives

The only beautiful
Anybody wants to be,
Is the kind they can control,
The kind that comes with
instructions and demos,
You know,
The kind you can fit in a box,
By relinquishing control,
And be told,
That this is for your benefit,
This will give you power
and control over your life,
Without losing your mind.
Convinced by a lie,
Where you’re told,
This is for you,
This is what you need,
To be better, stronger,
Exquisite, visible and striking,
To all those distracted and ignorant
That never gave you a moment,
That just passed you by.
Another lie sold,
And you’re constantly told,
This is what makes heads turn,
This is what makes cities burn.
This is what power is.
All these empty promises,
Eat you up whole,
Gone are your dreams,
Gone is your passion,
Gone is that smile,
Once radiant, once hopeful,
In it’s place,
Is something rehearsed,
Something mechanical.
Gone are those things,
That once defined you as driven.
And that place deep within you,
Where there once was a soul,
All that’s left in it’s place,
Is a singed, gaping hole.


Poetry Shenanigans – Depth Perception

Depth Perception

There’s more cracks and crevices,
Than what meets the eye.
Like beauty, truths are buried skin deep,
Farther than what judgments and perceptions can reach.


Poetry Shenanigans

Light of Darkness

Aah darkness, my kind friend,
Wrap me up in your warm embrace.
I could really use a friend right about
And you’re the oldest one I’ve ever had
And always known.
Where the whispers, jokes,
cackles and sniggers,
They think my bleary, tear filled eyes
can’t see,
Remain non existent…hidden.
Aah darkness, my solitude, my refuge.
Here they have no way to reach me.
No way to grab my shoulders,
Shove me against a wall,
Or leer at me in corners and open spaces.
Aah my kind friend darkness,
Where I can walk, sit and curl up,
Without bowing my head down,
Out of fear, out of sheer embarrassment.
Where my survival doesn’t depend,
On maintaining zero eye contact.
Aah wonderful darkness,
You are all the light left, to guide in these
unholy times and unsavoury places.
Dear darkness, please do me one more
Engulf me whole and blot the world out
at this time. 


Poetry Shenanigans – Rules of Engagement

Rules of Engagement

One, two…
Take that blow.
Shrug it off,
Go with the flow.
Three, four…
Hang in there a little
This ring is your playground,
You’ve got this under control.
Five, six…
Dodge those jabs,
Block those hooks.
Seven, eight…
They’re waiting for you to
throw the towel in.
Don’t let your guard down.
Nine, ten…
Tire them out, drain them,
Dodge, keep moving, feint,
It’s coming, keep an eye out,
NOW, it’s time for a TKO.


Quirky Quartets: Marching On

Let’s kick start Wonderful Wednesday with a Quirky Quartet!

Marching On

Her right, my right
His right, my right,
Finally we’re banded and bonded together,
In this fight for what’s right.


Poetry Shenanigans: Hope

For a Fantastic Friday, here’s a Quirky Quartet Quip. To friends living down South, all the best today, stay strong & most importantly, stay united. Love always finds a way and is the greatest strength that binds us all.


When legacies end and tyrannies begin,
Take a moment, take a deep breath in,
And know, that this too shall pass,
And that hope shines brightest in darkest of days.


Poetry Shenanigans: Dance Away


Dance Away

You and I have this dance down,
Down to it’s last step,
Last twirl, last bow, last curtsy.
The same old beat, the same old tune.
When did we start being stuck in our ways?
When did we stop looking?
Hell, making our own routine?
Since when did we start doubting,
Our primal instincts?
The ones that drew you and me together,
In this time and space?
How did the walls that once ceased to
exist for us?
Seem to be closing in on us?
How did the love and passion that
once defined us,
Turn into indifference, negligence and
When did the fire in our eyes?
Dim down, flicker and die out?
They’re playing our song now…
But I see you walk sluggishly over,
Shoulders hunched, fists clenched,
Teeth grit, jaw tight…mechanical,
As though you’re walking to your own
Take a peek, take a glance,
And while your eyes dance askance,
Take my hand, take a chance,
For walking away and bowing out
is far easier,
Than fixing our flaws,
And waltzing past those wounds and
memories that claw.


Poetry Shenanigans: Left Behind

Happy Friday one and all. I’ve been trying to flex those writing muscles, and so far this is all I’ve come up with. There’s a bunch of stuff on it’s way, but you know how life has a way of just interrupting all the things you schedule? Hopefully, soon enough things will fall into place, have a great weekend!

Left Behind

This story has been told,
Over and over a hundred fold,
When the world you once held,
With the highest of regards,
Folds and crumbles,
And you take the first of many
All those who once stood by your
Turn into mere ghosts,
That scatter,
Run helter-skelter, run asunder…
When you’re unraveling,
And freefalling,
Down that deep, dark rabbit
Surrounded only by whimpers
and sighs,
Falling freely, and tumbling
From your lips,
That once poured out words,
Words of hope, words of delight,
In the wonder you seemed to be
surrounded by.
But now all it seems to know,
Are whimpers, mewls and moans,
Sighs and groans,
Lamenting, calling out, lashing out,
At all those moments that led
you here,
Muttering and screaming curses,
At forces unknown and foes known,
Until one day,
Your lips are too dry,
Your throat too parched,
To call out, to reach out,
To those that seem to pass you by.
You begin to think they’re mere
Tricks of your mind,
Casting shadows and illusions.
You keep telling yourself you matter,
You mattered enough,
For someone to note your absence,
To note the emptiness,
That seems to take up the space,
You once used to occupy.
You hold on to that faith,
Until the day you’re done screaming,
Until you realize nobody is coming,
Nobody is looking…
And just like that,
You’re nothing but a mere memory,
And you’re left behind.
Now all you know,
All there is,
In this strange and unknown space,
Is you and your will.
Will they fight? Or unite?
One leads to utter and complete
The other leads to another chance,
An opportunity,
To stand your ground,
To prove you’re all that you ever
And all that you never thought,
You could be.
So will you climb, tear and forge
your way ahead?
Or let the shadows swallow you whole?