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"SILENTLY WE GO AWAY" If the hierarchy lay with the downtrodden Then one would know what life really means The sweat and labor would have shown the true colors of life The hungry battling for a piece of bread And feeling satisfied with the last crumb The heat would not have mattered Only the prized rain would have been a blessing Making one heard through the tears of God Yet the conquest of the never ending war of life Will not end One labors continue till the last breath The consequences of the burdens of responsibilities never ending Society's norms drowning one With the family's rituals in expenditure beyond one's reach Illness becomes a curse Expense of medicines and hospitals frighten one's existence Life is a sword which kills and makes one a criminal to be hanged Death is a mercy ticket to an unknown domain Perhaps fear and thoughts die away And hope commemorates one to the next world I hope it's not the same there as here Silently we go away !!! © RADHIKA TYTLER



"A MOSAIC OF FIELDS" A mosaic of fields of gold and emerald green sprawled across the land Beneath the arcane mysteries pervading the serenity of nightfall bathed in the pale light of a cold moon That shimmered in the light drizzle seeping from a canopy of clouds thin as gauze adrift in the empyrean High above a slumbering dominion Where memories of a forsaken yesteryear were re-enacted in the reveries of the supine Vivid now, as alive as the day of their conception Bringing to life anew past joys and jubilations reviving forgotten regrets and sorrows While shadows lingered tween the trees whispering to the midnight mists As they wafted across the realm under a canopy of velvet indigo adorning a sublime eventide And the spirits of midnight journeyed through the dreams and visions Pervading the imaginations of a sleeping world Where they told of the mysteries of eternity in murmurs and melodies Through the hours of night entire while a darkness impenetrable swept across the surface of the earth for a time and a while © D. A. SIMPSON UK


"I KNOW THERE ARE WAYS" In this random world, I know things. Have been up and down like black And the white blooms in the garden are twinkles, Like jacks and roses. The story post, a description of life Have been published and polished in bed. A hood of reddish judgments went with no garment. This descriptive phrase portrays my greasing tears In my eyes as a curtain of night falling apart. The pathos was kept in stock, And my body began to soak up the lost, Miserable ode of an orphan. A slim dumpster filled my heart with exclamation; A hole of nowhere teased my hope in a drowning sea of grief. I revolt strongly against those oafish treats of yesterday. Now, I am standing in omen; The presence of God strengthens me For the battles I have yet to face. To it, I promise to be the talisman To hold some magical power to protect from evil. I am better prepared to face this flood Than a rain that falls continuously. I am stronger than the storm That broke every roof yesterday. Lastly, I am known as the woman king In this fight to conquer and save My motherland from terrorism. © J. MOMODU KROMAH, JR. Liberia


"WITH THE SPRUNG OF WILD VEINS" In sigh the day With evening, its drowning --- But had been its freely got of sunray With the familiar part of morn! fairly glowing: But, at this time! courtly is the sky With its likeness of bridal dark-blue wake... The triumphant lay, with July The goodness lead to an August my eyes take As an unenchanting romance: O' lie not! for speak the words of a heart In sink of spirit; having to by chance! Borne the further go of cold wet flow in depart Them! bodies in burdensome float...there above--- O' how the flow temper the plains about, Sweet is the thought! I savor with love;

However! it would be resounding echoes of joy! were the heavenly sunshine ring out © HENRY FARRELL UK


"ALTHOUGH" Although I never held you Still I can miss you there, I see the dust is settling From this rocking chair. I dream of that silk softness Before the sad awake, I see the wind is blowing Before the bough will break. Somehow there is perfume If I could breathe it all, I see the so shy sunlight Falling upon the dividing wall. Although I never kissed you Still I can feel you there, I see the clock is turning From this rocking chair. I dream of that silk softness Before the sad awake, I see the season changing Before this heart will break. Somehow a precious perfume If I could breathe it all, I see the shadow calling Climbing that dividing wall. © PETER DAVIES UK

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