Category Archives: Sacrifice

Micropoetry #52

The stage is set for us,
March forward —
Let’s continue where we’ve left,
Ascend the flag of meritocracy
in the land of roaring mountain.

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Poem: Monologue 00.00.006

I don’t come with rain
Though I was born in November
What is there to blame?
Tadpoles breeding in the puddle of mud
hearing my cry of suffocation
Wrapped in surgical white cotton
My contribution to breathe fast
to this world of roaming angels and devils
Never mind the lotion on my skin
Presenting nakedness of foetus scent
Unsure of the purpose to live
Fingers and feet waving
Unknown of the danger I may face
When the time comes I’m blemished
Learn from the worst
Images of insecurity merges
Foes surrounding me, seeking advantage; back-stabbers
Perishing my newborn plumage
I pick up those pieces and start anew
Only then I come whenever rain brings

Poem: Sweet Sacrifice

How sweet it is to be loved by you?
Camomile for tranquillity
I’m one of the mass-produce androids
Partake to decode the deadly numerals on my wrist
Free-falling, imponderable
Seated at your right hand, loquaciously
Redolence all that we’ve been
Bowls of blue in psychokinesis
Slots of melancholia in mélange
Wrapped in shantung
Shameless and yet triumphantly

Poem: Substitute

Tell me how not to love you
No more pain between us
Get it over, once and for all
Repay my love

You’ve been in my dream
all along
tears for accompaniment
before going to sleep

I’m her substitute
My nakedness is your fairground
No matter how I’ve begged
Will you let me go?

How could I let you go?

Poem: September Candle Rose

Another anniversary
Not a celebration
Twelve years a history – unforgotten

I don’t know much about this
I wasn’t there
But I feel the pain they felt

The last second
before their last breath
What were in their head?

No survivors
The escaped without a route
Perished souls buried in debris

No play of reincarnation
Virgil prayers for peaceful rest
Memories engraving tombs

Candle continues burning
in the month of eleventh
Mediums whispering to the dead

Justice served
with the death of uncountable
Photographs gripping tightly

Sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Husbands and wives – victims listed

Still celebrating black
Christmas, Valentine’s, Birthdays, Hanukkah
Eyes blinded by tears

Love blossoms
Amongst the affected families
Their portrait tattooed in heart

– – –

Thanks for all your concern. I’m supposed to be on a break. In conjunction with this day that we shouldn’t forget. I’ve written a tribute poem to mark for this day. A day that none of us will forget.

Poem: Measure

Falling for you am I to blame?
Lying beside you do I feel the pain?
Perchance there’s no happy ending,
Then should I give us up?

Falling for you is this the right move?
If you’re not willing to take this,
how can we measure the depth of ours?
Thinking of us I am burning myself.

That moment when I’ve given up my life,
Only I want you to be safe with me,
It doesn’t matter if we were to start anew.
For as long as I have a path with you.

The future is hard to predict,
The road may seem less travelled; forward,
I will not let you fight the oughts alone,
I promise to stay if you trust me.

Shall we go to a place where nobody knows us?
Not by chance; destined to be with you,
I was born for you – your Eve; your rib,
In another life, I still want to be us.

Poem: The Unknown

I learn about you every night,
I comment on your message board,
I wish you well before bedtime,
I only hope the best for you,
I will be happy if you are, too.
Two like-minded souls,
Not destined to be.

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