Monday, 20 December 2021

SPOILER

Spoiler 

You could not win 
And you knew it 
You threw your trailer in 

Just to spoil it 

 

With your 
Quick summary 
Premature conclusion 
Strong illusion 
Of experience 


And no journey 
 
You Spoiler! 
Impressionist 
Votes collector 
Wicked- 
Sort of demeanor 

Cheap! 

 ...

Possible bootlegger 


That has some power 


To undermine 
True quality 
Hard work 
And perfect plots 

Copyright©2021 by Camille Caliscia Patrick 

Friday, 22 October 2021

Today in Paradise

Today in paradise

Rest a man forgiven 

for acts of treason

By those who now reason

That it is human to err


Is it human to err

When overseers

turn a deaf ear

When justice

tilts the balance

And bribes prance

At the corruption dance

Where conscience is seared


Today in paradise

Rest a man forgiven

By men who could not

Remove his mote

Because of the plank, they tote

in their own eyes

Copyright©2021 by Camille Caliscia Patrick 

AFTER LIFE

Has the blood of 24

ceased their cry

in this land 

where

justice was denied

the innocent

of 1990


Is pseudo

terrorism

a divine act

An apolitical

manifesto

of the oppressed


Memories of the masses

either reflect

or accept

institutionalised injustice


Or has history today

absolved

a patriot


from the cradle of terrorism

along this thin line

between flawed justice

short memories.

and repeated

histories

Copyright©2021 by Camille Caliscia Patrick 

 

Saturday, 9 October 2021

SPITE

So you're losing the game 
In spite 
Maybe you should adjust 
and playwright 
Instead 
Of taking your golf club 
And walking away 
So that no one can confirm 
Your bad swing 
 
If this was a game of checkers 
You would have thrown up 
The board 
Just before your King 
Gets eaten 
And left your contenders 

With no last play 
On which to boast 

 
Spite 
The move of a 6-year-old boy 
Who sees things narrowly 

snatching away candies from babies 
And believes that he must win 
By cheating failure 
 
70 long years 
And a doctor 
With no dexterity 
To manoeuvre 
A State 
Of opposition 
Nor decipher 
Reality 
 
From imaginary contenders 
And fear 
So every hole you 
Can't put 
You shut off 
And every time 
You think you can't eat 
You end the game 
Mr. winner 
 

Have you no shame? 

Too much pride 

to turn failure 

To success 

So you turn success into failure 

Cheered by atrocious 

Sychophants 

You control the game 

And make sport of legends 

 

And war rivalry 
Of sportsmanship 

 
 

Copyright©2021 by Camille Caliscia Patrick