Goodmorning! Hope you are all well! I’m sharing a couple of poetry pieces published on Instagram @herheartpoetry from http://www.herheartpoetry.com. As many poetry magazines, they have various topics each month/submission period.
This first poem was published months ago and the theme was on ‘love/relationships,’ and the second poem was published this past week on the theme, ‘Howl at the Moon.’
For anyone interested, this is another awesome place to have your poetry published. You do, however, need to create a square picture with some app on your phone/tablet that edits photos, from a photo of your poem on MS Office or in someway, creatively create an Instagram poem that is square 🙂
Thanks to Dylan of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie‘a First Line Friday Prompt. The first line from last Friday was: “I’m going to tell you how I lost my inheritance.” For NaPoWriMo the prompt is to write a nocturne which is a poem/song about the night. For A to Z Challenge, today’s letter is O for a GoodRead’s quote.
“You don’t have to be dead to leave a legacy. — Onyi Anyado”
I’m going to tell how I lost my inheritance, how my legacy rides in tides as the full moon rises,
How the night stole my humanity and hammered my soul a blow.
The dusk covered the light, liquid tar blanket bestowed,
The sun hid himself away, way down in western wilds of woe.
A sinking feeling settled in and a certain chorus began to ring,
A range of notes, a rising crescendo of riveting lyrical prose.
A poet’s words possessing her, when she knows full well,
The powerful pull of the midnight hour.
And the pressing provocative lure as the moon glows,
A white orb that won’t warble, a strong luminious light,
Residing over all as every full moon does.
To be host over the howling wolves, the healthy youths as they prowl,
The dark delights of the night distend into the dimest parts of every soul.
A choir of banshees brazenly taking souls salaciously, the maids from their beds,
The hour of the demons drawing back to their victims with wet bloody lips;
The incubus raging and awaking the wild within their prey.
And all is a lure, an image not clear, all this is imagined,
All this is frightening, foretold in nightmares.
The affected awake in the morning from the pleasure and pain,
From satisfied appetites, appalling in the dank aptitudes of night.
Night swells and swallows herprey wholly, partaking and doping with her starry glow,
Inviting the worst from the wise, even ill from the innocent.
Yet a moral being cannot mean to say, night has had her way and ‘I’ had no say;
It’s easy to give in with ease, to isolate one’s self to enthralling entertainments, inscribed darkly now on souls.
And what’s done in the night when the moon is full and fat, cannot be told for it stays hidden on those nights, when the wildest ones escape.
The vampires and the wolves, the creatures we know not of, and humans do not stay humble ether — they choose to fly with the fallen.
A nocturne of night will tell you what power presumes to hide beneath an inky black veil,
It’s not pure evil, it’s the usual kind, who chooses to dance with the devil, and forget their choices their choosing for charm and wine.
For tequila and vodka, for him and her, and whisky burning down your throat as the howls of the night combine with a loss of memory;
And we all awake mid-afternoon, no one knowing the peculiarities of such a night, a full out frightening moon.
Only a feeling, a shiver, a prayer, as the moon fades from brilliance, she is trapped, unwillingingly held as she wanes us back into morality.
The light of the sun salutes from the east and all is forgiven in harmony and health, angelic nebulas, skys of blue birds, and Bambi deers galloping.
Woe is the wicked night on the full moon, but how much greater is the morn after malevolence is perpetually destroyed,
Yet oh, how we miss the fun of bliss in the dark — no thoughts, no reason, just acceptance to absorb the pleasures of night’s nocturnal nightmares.
It has been a problem throughout history, racial profiling; bigotry and hatred.
People make a certain “ethnicity” seem bad and immoral.But the reality is every ethnicity has some bad people.
And this doesn’t make everyone who looks like or is the same race as someone terrible bad. You cannot judge a person on the status of their race.
We would have no ethnicities left if we hated a race everytime some of their community did something wrong.
And I’m begging you to look back on history and don’t make the same mistakes.
Hitler believed in the Arian race, he killed all the Jews in WWII, 6 million of them, how did the world let that happen?
Then German girls who had no choice but to sleep with Nazi officers were left to die, naked, their heads shaved in shame. Germany turned on it’s own people too.
And when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, we put them all in internment camps. As, if all Japanese in every country were responsible for their homeland leaders decision.
And what of Saddam Housein and all the people that were his own people, that he killed ruthlessly. The US provided him with weapons and he came back a ghost to haunt them.
And looking back to the American Civil War, the South would not give up it’s slaves. These African Americans had no rights. They were raped, worked until death, their d families torn apart, sold as if they weren’t people.
And it scares me that a man like Donald Trump would say the US should keep all Arabs out. The man is not a genius at the best of times, but the blind follow the blind.
When all people from Syria need help, because their country is turning on itself. When ISIS preaches death to all who are not them, can you blame people from getting the hell out.
When America needs to open it’s arms, we could have an intolerant ignorant pompeous man running the show. Someone please use small words and tell him all Arabs are not ISIS or terrorists.
We need to defend our countries against the issues that would destroy us. But we need to consider North America is a diverse place.
People did not travel here so they could be abused, cast aside, and be racially slurred. The actions of a few or many are never an entire people’s fault. We have choices, we are democracies.
Let us choose leaders who welcome diversity. And have a heart to help people. Those who live in our own lands and those who wish to be citizens.
Put yourself in another person’s place. If your home was destroyed, wouldn’t you want others to help you build a life, for you and your children?