Trump disparages Dr. Ford
Claiming "Second Sight" like the Lord
In quite lurid detail
Trump describes a female
His mother was one we're assured.
Child learns to be
Hyper-vigilant, secretive, quiet, unseen, un-hungry,
Initiate to violence, hiding in corners,
Little relief or sleep, waiting and fearing,
Disturbing feelings of mass destruction
Adult stuff freely shared, things no child should have to bear
Best friend to angry parent who disparages the other one
Usually wants a super hero or anyone to save them
Secrets explode, child begins hurting others, becomes
Everyone’s problem.
Megaphone diplomacy disparages diplomacy
Weakens links cultivated at great cost
Only to vanish in the twinkling of a fallacy
Spiced and iced for a tit for tat toast.
Megaphone diplomacy hobnobs with a misnomer
For nations blighted by the myopia
Cooped up in a fallacy grammar
Tinged with a dose of danger drama in Dystopia.
Megaphone diplomacy shunts aside tact
To overdramatize a scenario
That with tact violates no pact
Ascertaining partners to a dispute toast in Rio.
Megaphone diplomacy plays to the gallery
Ensconced in short-termism
To gain a political mileage salary
At the expense of more fruitful long-termism.
(after Charles Baudelaire)
It’s not the same. I noticed it today,
while dodging Rond-Point carriages.
I’m not the sort who mindlessly disparages
whatever’s new, but Haussman’s swept away
the Paris that I loved. Thus thought the swan
who’d wandered somehow from the Tuileries
and limped, bewildered, frightened, ill-at-ease,
his web feet scraping as he struggled on,
he knew not where, uncertain why his wings
were rasping in dry dust, instead of water.
Nearby, a black girl on a cast-iron bench
(advanced TB: I’ve come to know these things)
sat huddled, shy, not knowing any French,
quite lost. And Africa has lost a daughter.
The Lighthouse
Splash amidst plethora hullabaloo,
Dark skies reflecting illuminate,
Act beacons, vigilant navigators,
Mask lighthouse's glistening magnificence,
Guides marines, bewildered mystifying,
Roars rise , evanesce scintillation,
Deep ocean heritage disparages,
Waves erode abyssal operations !
Written September 24th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For nette's contest 'The Lighthouse'
The ride ahead long
My emerald eyes weary
I succumb as sleep beckons me
Insistent and eerie.
Its grip on me binding
I writhe in its clutch
Recollection disparages me
My ambivalence too much.
The images deafening
The noises too blind
An ant in a rattrap
The wrong world refined
Hands on my shoulders
Ground rising under my feet
And falls like the ocean
A thrumming heartbeat
Dreams dreamt aren't my own
Not through my eyes I see
I must find their beholder
For it's surely not me.
Never mind the soldiers dying.
This war cannot be fought that way.
Dissatisfied, he won't stop trying.
Attack before he'll watch her stray.
The road he's built extends through time
Each checkpoint holding the remains
of battles lost against her crime.
Leaves him glutted with disdain.
Since she chose to trust herself,
the threat was high that he could lose.
Bleeding just to keep himself where
she couldn't circumvent his views.
He opposes her vicissitudes
and disparages her worth.
She takes the blows she's being given
and pursues spiritual rebirth.
She's searching for a way to end this
as her arsenal starts to lose supply.
He lets her hide while weak and remiss.
Peace time's over, Red fills the sky.
Years go by amid this strife.
Both are wounded, both have cried.
The war continues inside a mind
that knows its right, enough to die.
Slowly, death will creep upon him
as she starts to walk away.
The road he built,
left desolate.
This war has ended.
She won't obey.