Thursday, September 20, 2012

5 Poems for the West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition

1.  'I Am the Poet'

I am the poet
I can shatter the moon
Obliterate the sun
Flatten out earth’s curvature
Ask annoying personal questions
I am the poet
Make the maidens swoon
                                                                Electrify the soldier to the edge of desertion
Bring the old man’s features, hair and chin, back to its magnificence
Create rhymes; make the child giggle
I am the poet
Curse arrogance, warn of usurped power
                                                                                Castigate injustice, vilify, demean Ask for reprieve, release the incarcerated, the innocent
I dig back into the secrets of my childhood
I am the poet
Fill my chest like Croesus with treasure
                                                                Want to slay my enemies with venom
                                Give comfort to the grieving
Implore the heavens to spread truth and purity
I am the poet
Court the golden-haired, dark-haired
                                                                                                Spin disarming rhymes
                                Triumph when love turns wild and passionate
And melt when cooing lovers entwine
I am the poet
Protector of the meek and poor
                                                                                                Alarm, uncover injustice
                                Spit fire when bribes and dark influence corrupts
Insidious egotist, critic of society’s ills
I am the poet
My words like leaves wilt
                My prose  drowned out by engines
                                My philosophic warnings go unheard,
My words unread, could be influential
I am the poet
Live, lust, love
                                                                                                Reach into the ugly crevices
                                Bluntly expose injustice
Cross chasm and invade the interior
I am the poet
Starved and mocked                                                     
                                                                                The world of materialism                                                              And modernity will break
Mock things, yet praise wisdom
I am the poet
Aspire to pure perfection
                                                                                Adore the earth, extol greatness
                                But rebuke foul inhabitants
Buttress of truth my shining light
I am the poet
Demand punishment of the wicked,
                                                                                Proclaim justice in an unjust world
                                Prophesize that good will beget good
Expose myself for destruction  

2.  'A Touch of Love' 

In rapture with her silhouette
My single focus
Is to please my love
Immerse myself, my being
Cater and comfort
On hands and knees
Wrap mind and body
Around this darling creature
So special, precious, golden  
We recline, an intense desire
To capture all of you
Heart burning so afire
Eyes meet in adoration
While luscious lips and tongue explore
With teasing hands and more
Voracious with desire we feel
Stretch, cuddle, so intense-- wonder, is it real?
Consumed, involved, sometimes a bit awkward
Keep the momentum, as heart and brain pound
This whole sex game festers, compulsive
Timeless, totally absorbing
Two bodies cling, and heave and bend
So both entwined, deep, pounding  rhythm
In unison, as if to shape new generations
The single focus of the moment stretched
And if repeated with the same partner
Each encounter, a rich treat
Awakens and moves and consumes all senses
Experimental, flesh on flesh
Some say it is a touch of love
Enviable closeness
Stupendous feeling of belonging
Out there is a grotesque world
Here, for a moment, euphoria

3.  'Justice Died'

My town! Ten miles away                                              
Wings of justice are
Tested in foul wind
The jury rancor guilty
Debate, simmer
Weighty trial biased, one-sided
The judge is slightly prejudiced
D.A. like a vulture
Defense ill prepared                                                 
                And much derided
Verdict: Guilty
Victim of the fury of the times
Society focused many crimes on him
Scapegoat, make him  an example
Human unknown factor erred
The lengthy punishment seems unjust
                               No recompense
                                                                The cost is not only dollars
But  a life behind bars
                                                What a waste!
                  Caged like a bird
All facts of his defense
                  Were never heard
Felon foiled by his own folly
Guilty! Guilty! They decide
That day justice and court’s fairness died
                With luck and time a new appeal
                                                The question stands:
“Did he truly commit the crime?”

4.  'Donate Organs'

Shall I donate my organs
So another human can see through my eyes?
Kidneys pump,
Liver, gets rid of toxins and God knows what
My heart in someone else’s body
My feelings once connected to my brain

Was that destined?
I feel a need to preserve
What kind of person is the receiver?
I will never know

How generous will I be
In another body?
Let’s hope the gun
Never fires again
Besides, I’ll have an unfinished obituary

5.  'Camouflage'

Much of my life is camouflage
in secret – isolated cocoon
Deep contemplation
Protected by a fluid of silence
Some old treasure to painful to share
Too scared, ashamed to reveal
Like a liar boxed in his own lie
Too uncertain, lest I be exposed
Please respect me for what I am
Soon I will be born
Share your feeling,
Share your passion and pain
Laugh, cry, wonder
Until my first cry
Wait for my time
It will soon come


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