Jeremy Mifsud's Blog, page 26

Blink Again

Ticking day off the calendar

faster than I can blink.

While I’m in the middle of my slumber

time abuses my sleepy brain.

I am not aware of what is happening –

all I hear is loud sirens

attempting to alarm me of some danger.

Back to my man cave I go

hiding, hibernating…

I am… Yours

In memory of your birth

the tribal celebrations

have commenced.

Primitive love

for the guy I treat like a god,

unorthodox sacrifices

are coming your way.

Have my tender lips and my sweet voice,

I will always speak in behalf

of what is right,

to protect your holy thoughts

from the evil that lurks.

I offer you my ears,

they will hear

each of your requests,

with my full attention

I will dedicate my life.

Take my legs,

they will support you

the same way that they carried me

for twenty-two years.

I offer you my mind,

my thoughts,

my capabilities of solving any problem,

it will by your aid.

Don’t forget to take my heart,

it will stay beating

as long as it is in your hands,

my emotions are solely dedicated to you

and everything I do revolves around you.

Oh lover,

dear god,

take all of who I am,

let us become one super-man

together,

joining our strengths

and protecting each other from our weaknesses.

 

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Night Shade

Wet feet

dipping in the salty waters

of the lukewarm sea.

The rocks sharply scratch my skin

with every slight movement

of my body.

There I lay

between an infinite sea

and an even larger sky.

My beady eyes reflect

the moonlight

brighter than the water does.

I am lost,

staring onto a far away distance

trying to make sense.

An intense confusion,

thoughts running through my head,

tonight I will sleep with them unresolved.

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The Dance

Time is the beat

that creatures endlessly dance to.

Life is given to us

and we move freely

to the sound we perceive.

We keep dancing until

the beat drops so low –

we cease to exist.

No point in arguing the meaning

no reason to praise the giver of life

or to hate the one that takes it away.

Life is our current state of being

and we better celebrate it before

the song ends.

Blackfish

Decades turning right and turning left

into dead ends

between four cold walls.

Drowning in my own spit

suffocating in my own air

beautiful existence rotting

into a miserable curse.

Once a week I smile

and you snap a picture

telling every body

I am enjoying my life

more than ever before.

The crowd cheers

as my heart aches,

their joy is blinding

to the tears I shed

into this tiny pool.

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Happy Valentine’s Day and happy romantic reading

What is poetry?

I am baffled…

How can poetry be classified

and judged in objective terms?

Is it the words that make the poem

or is it the emotion behind it?

For me, the therapeutic effect

is all that I seek

and every poem I write

serves that purpose

and is intrinsically valuable.

Yet to a reader who seeks solace

and finds none

judges poetry to be bad,

with his bitter after taste

laying on his untouched tongue.

Thus, poetry can be like philosophy

a way of living

a way of looking at things

and every judgement made on any poem

is simply an expression

of the relation between

the reader and the interpretation of the text.

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Hamster Wheel

A new semester begins

the same cycle

all over again.

First day

each student looks like a victim

of a humiliating public beheading.

Demoralised hamsters

running and spinning

on the same old wheel,

remaining in a fixed spot.

The future seems distant and bleak,

all this running is exhausting

and we are reaching nowhere –

we are only getting slimmer.

Stay focused

keep running,

they are saying that the finish line

is quite near.

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Marching Feet

An emperor penguin

elected as the new leader

of the Antarctic region.

Other species of penguins delighted,

their voices were going to be heard.

They cry in fear of the dangers their homes face

a mysterious force

breaking off glaciers

one by one.

On his first week

the new ruler denied rumours

that glaciers were even moving,

so he transferred all the penguins

to the farthest region

where cold waves

crush the edges of ice they meet.

Furiously

the penguins felt betrayed

they marched together with their

tiny unhappy feet

to protest the unjust insanity,

screaming into the emperor’s deaf ears.

As they were about to lose hope,

the animal kingdom created an alliance –

the seals clapping to motivate and support,

the whales destroying any trade towards the palace,

the albatrosses stealing luxuries

to deliver to the abandoned penguins.

The penguins moved towards the safer inlands

as they kidnap the greedy emperor

and banishing him onto the edge of the glacier

that is breaking off into an iceberg

sailing into uncharted seas.

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Marionettes

Today every person is an expert,

I hear unsympathetic chatter

stating humans have total control

over all our actions.

It reminds me of the years that I was depressed

and I cannot count all the times

that I felt oppressed by my emotions.

I had no choice but simply to be,

I could not control the overbearing apathy.

I tried to be a strong-willed warrior

that fights off any demon within,

but the demons are not soldiers

they are witches that curse you

witches that control the way you think and feel.

As if I was controlled by a voodoo doll,

I tossed my shield away

and used the sharpest blade

to stab myself

over and over and over again.

I refuse to claim responsibility

for wrecking my soul, body and mind,

I was a passenger in the driver’s seat

but the vehicle was on auto-pilot.

You stand before me

judging the actions that surface,

and I look at you, in pity.

I may have been numbed by crippling depression,

but you are being directed by ignorance

into a dead-end of dumb ideas and a meaningless life.

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You can find more information  about my collection of love poems on Poetry Book: The A to Z of You and Me