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Reading by Val Cole

The Face of a Woman
By Chris Mills
2020

The face of a woman is where emotions stream live
Revealing the beauty that within her resides.
She rises to a challenge to make life better for just one
And works ceaselessly until the deed is done.
Her expression, as she sees the fruit of her labor,
Is a tear and a smile which aggrandize together.

But the countenance of an angel glows less brightly
Than the face of the fairest wooed uprightly.

She loves from her heart where she knows and feels.
If her lover is in tune and presents his appeal
As one who has risen above prurient ways
And cherishes her heart, her emotional forays
Which splash color across the noir screen of life
And a sparkle in place of darkened eyes—

Then she will give her frame to the one she trusts.
In response to his bravura to win her, she must
Expose her innermost and allow this one’s gaze
To alight upon her magnificent face
At the moment of release when emotions are spun
Into a binding of souls and never undone.

He bows to his queen, as he realizes the truth
That she conquered the fortress he defended from youth.
Her unveiled face is the dagger which pierces his heart
And he falls bleeding at her feet considering his part
In an amorous conflict of souls, minds, and lives
Through which only the slain have a chance to survive.

Say, God is meaningless,
unless They know our pain.
Say, this is the selling point of Christ,
a god who is also a bleeder,
a laborer, a partaker of bread,
a refugee.

Say, this is my exhaustion:
searching for the godlike
in the faces of corruption,
in the places of razor wire.
Say, mothers, your milk
dries as tears. Say, children,
we are all out of lullabies.
Say, Samaritans, keep your gifts.

Say, this desert air
is the breath of God.
If you want baptism,
here is the indifferent river,
the toilet basin.

Say, this want
is an emanation of God.
Say, the Dollar Almighty
has its chosen people.
Even the haven of light
will be denied,
the all-knowing motion sensors,
the bulbs that rob the weary
of sleep, dreams, time,
those most fundamental of healers.

Say that despair is the soul-killer,
the looking away. Say, we must
be bigger than God. Say,
we must do what God cannot.
We must be here, in the flesh.
Our persistence must be so great,
even They will be humbled.

The castle of beauty stood high with gleaming walls
And within its interior the demons call
Enter and fall
A contradiction so tall
It could fool them all

The liquid container within the vial
The vial that seems to beguile
Structures the liquid’s true style
The smile is filed

Inside the noise box i’ve lost the key
Redecorating is the only way free
This cozy little corner could help me see
The beauty in me

The dungeon felt vast with a hopeless presence
With no one but myself sitting in its essence
I thought I was alone but now I realize
This dungeon is filled with many cries
Beings like ghosts within its depths hiding
And I could perhaps see the others with hope guiding
Hope in a friend to realize soon
These dark spirits and I share the same perplexing gloom

The neon turquoise man showed me his love
His color that occupied radiating from above
His turquoise luminous and the only thing aglow
In the midnight room where only he shows

So, we only have forty-five days left to go,
To get out of this awful “Trump” rabbit-hole!
Still – a long, treacherous “month-and-a-half”,
As the country gets scorched in his “dragon-blazing-path”!

He lays back plotting, avenging and scheming,
As he spins democracy out-of-control and careening;
Scheduling heinous executions for lifers on “the Row”,
While attacking his own party when they tell him to “let go”!

Collecting precious donations from an unwitting base,
Pocketing it in his own coiffeurs – the man’s a disgrace!
Planning preemptive pardons for his family and friends,
When will his fake reality show and narcissistic acts ever end?

Stone, Flynn and Giuliani keep fueling the fire,
While Mike Pence continues “singing with the choir”!
Sean Hannity steadily coaxes him behind the scenes,
As LeBron James, and other netizens, mock him with memes!

Well, families and bank accounts are far beyond stressed,
Businesses and government are completely perplexed,
Doctors and nurses are exhausted and tired,
We just can’t wait until this guy gets FIRED!!

While Congress is stalled on a weak COVID Relief,
That makes you wanna ask, “Where exactly is the ‘BEEF’?”
It’s like passing through the dirtiest and grittiest sawmill,
Then up a steep, rocky climb to the “Grim Reaper” McConnell.

But, soon, all the dirty deeds and insane directives,
Will be thoroughly discredited like college electives.
The nightmarish “okey doke” will finally be uncovered,
And democracy will no longer be strangled or smothered.

But a bump in the road will be the Georgia run-off:
In the Democrats’ corner we have Warnock and Ossoff;
Facing fact-challenged Trumpsters – Loeffler and Perdue.
Makes you wonder, “Just what else will Trump do?”

Yes, just forty-five grueling days left,
For this self-absorbed, so-called “president”.
Some of you may be disappointed and bereft,
But the MAJORITY of us want to quickly FORGET!

Even once he’s finally removed from office,
We still have to remain vigilant and super-cautious,
Because he knows things won’t quite be the same –
Can you say: “New York Attorney General – Leticia James!”

45 Days to Go!!

I will not become just another shoebox
A haphazard collection of love letters
Tucked away on the top shelf
of the closet
in your childhood bedroom
To collect dust next to the others:
Shoes that didn’t fit
Painful ones
They may have broken
Often lost
Ones that you outgrew

I refuse to let memories of us erode—
Hand-me-down stories
Distant dreams
Butterflies, petrified and preserved
A prologue with no story

Misfits
That didn’t follow your path

Think of me fondly
In smiles, once unfamiliar, now routine
Once loaned, now yours to keep
And an extra dimple to keep in your pocket
On days of ephemeral smiles

Think of me fondly
While I build a bookcase

Think of me fondly
Until you have your library

Anger, hatred, bitterness, and strife.

Escalation to rock to bat, to gun and knife.

Our hearts are becoming cold, we’re losing our way.

Sick and tired of the violence I see every day.

Apathy like concrete clogs our veins

When our compassion fades, our hatred reigns.

Is it too late for us? Are we too far gone?

Was this our destiny all along?

Anger, hatred, bitterness, and strife.

Escalation to rock to bat, to gun and knife.

The more we fear, the more we hate,

the more suffering and destruction become our fate.

I believe we can change, change our way

and

live in brotherhood, love, and peace one day.

It’s not too late.

entertainer not a child….

chills the world and lets us breath

in the mask of smile

and the beat of drums

strings are pulled

pins and needles tare their heart apart

sure they earn money …but show me breathing creature

that can’t function with out greens

Entertainers save the world…

with a smile or syringe

They have screw themselves

to no end.

Breathing is an art

And art is breathing…

Take away…the yang

what’s the sense in this kind of world

You are blind if you think that drama is all you need in life

You are blind if your turn your back diamond

In the end the smile makes us breath

and taste the bitter, sour, and explosive of the heat.

Judgment ….i will save for Judgment day…..

man: –noun

1.

an adult male person, as distinguished from a boy or awoman.

2.

a member of the species Homo sapiens or all the members ofthis species collectively, without regard to sex: prehistoricman.

3.

the human individual as representing the species, withoutreference to sex; the human race; humankind: Man hopes forpeace, but prepares for war.” (

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/man)
Posted 19th May 2020 by Yuliya Andreevna Skripchenko
Labels: 21 st century poetry

Dear future me
Will you look back and see
All that we’ve accomplished?

This part of the journey
Coming to an end
The soft caress of sunlight-
Giving me hope
That my life will soon begin, anew.

Twists and sharp turns
Branches and leaves
My lack of navigation
Created a mirage
Requiring discipline
To avoid straying.

I have my spirit
and the higher power
to thank for-
providing reassurance
and guidance on this path
There’s much to look forward to.

But dear future me
one thing you can do
is look back on this moment

look back and see
this moment in its entirety
and see the hope
beaming from those rays

look back
watch me grow
and glow
and grasp life
one day at a time.

Is it Because I am black
Is it Because I am different from
You seen me And I seen you
We looked at each other
I seen the anger in your eyes
I continue walking down the street
It was pretty dark outside
I heard the Sirens going off
You write something down on your notepad
You get a call on your Walkie talkie
You stopped me , my heart beating fast
My heart thumping oh so fast
Wondering what I did wrong
Was it something I did
Was there something I should have done
Why did you stop me ?
Why ? Is it because I don’t look like you
That I don’t have the same skin color as you
That I don’t have the same hair color as you
Is it because I don’t talk like you ?
Why ? Can you answer me ?
Can you tell me ?
You give me no reply
You ask me to put my head on the car
I was too scared to response
What could I say ?
I sit there
I don’t answer
I set there in the dark silent
My heart dropped
Dropped right there on the floor
I was afraid to pick it up
You search me without my permission
You throw me on the car
I fall on the ground
I decided to stay down
Afraid to pick myself back up again
Afraid because you would just throw me back down again
It has happened so much that I’ve got use to it
I’ve got used to the pain, the struggle
I’ve got use to this feeling
All I could think is here we go again
Again with feeling of being so useless
I felt oh so useless
There was nothing I could do
What could I do ?
Who put you up to this ?
Did someone tell you to do this ?
Was it him over there in the window ?
Was he afraid of me ?
Was he Afraid of me because of who I am ?
Why do you keep putting me down ?
I just don’t understand
Is it because I’m black , can you tell me why ?

Shaken from inside
I am sitting alone on a hill top
Looking at the passer by below
A small boy in half pant and T-shirt
Is coming towards me
He is becoming bigger and taller
He is happy with books
He is happy while playing
He is reaching near me
He is holding a hand of a very beautiful girl
They are laughing together
He has come nearer
Holdings the hands of two little kids
They are looking happy and blessed
I don’t know why?
Far away
A lonesome tree
I feel as if is lost in prayer
Standing erect
Head bent down
As if murmuring some thing
I get mesmerized
It entices me
Sometime when I see
leafs dancing and singing
Their laughter entice me
Many times
A woman walking at a distance
Appears to me
As if there goes my mom
I start running towards her but
When I see her
I feel sad
She was not my mother
Many times this happened
With me
Why I don’t know?
I forget
Once gone from the world
Can never come back
Even then I hope
Why I don’t know?
Once I decided to meet
GOD
I started my journey in my sleep
While I was going to his house
a person met me
He asked
Where are you going?
I told
I am going to meet GOD
He told
He is coming from there
He remained waiting at his gate but
It didn’t open
So he is coming back from there
He told me about
GOD’S gate and way to reach there
He even tried to convince me
That it is not a futile approach
But I started my journey and
I reached at GOD’S gate
Started waiting…
Some one started shaking me
I saw a woman near me on my bed
I asked her
Who are you?
Why you are on my bed?
She started shaking me
Vigorously
I repeatedly went on asking her
Who are you?
She started weeping
I was unable to recollect
My name
I got terrified
I became nervous
All of a sudden
Photo strips started running
Infront of my eyes
Each strip was having
Photographs of two people
All of sudden
I saw my mother and father
Smiling in a frame
I remembered my name
I drank a glass of water and
Asked my weeping wife to sleep
I convinced her of my being well but
I was shaken from inside
I learnt the meaning of
Life and death
Water flows through river
To meet with sea
To become part of the sea
In the process
River looses it’s identity
It is easy to say
It is difficult to experience
I am shaken from inside
If I wouldn’t have got
My identity back?
No pain no pleasure
No heat no cold
No rain no snow
No sun no moon
Nothing would be required
What is love
What is hatred
If I am not what I am then
Nothing is required
Lonesome tree
My mother who is not alive
I would have become part of them
Would I have been happy?
I don’t know
I am shaken from inside.
O! merciful GOD.
Have mercy on me

@mdtaslim