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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Each cock that crows in the morning mourns the death of dusk. The silent sunrise reminds sages of the reality of human mortality. Thirsty, mother-earth drinks the teardrops from the soiled skies; ever hungry, the garden feasts on feeble leaves from trees in autumn;s wake. Each new moment dances with radiant rays, only to be nailed on a nocturnal cross when shadows betides. Every being with blood and breath entered a pact with vanity before birth; Human existence is a sacred script scribed with an invisible ink... writing nothing on something. The reality of yesterday cannot rid today of its obscurity, uncertainty sweetly sleeps in the womb of... time to come, time and chance melt into memories, memories that roam in the human mind. Years, months and days distil into sweet and sorry stories. Moments is what life offers us on a platter of preference: a time to live and a time to leave this world of wealth and want; seasons stop by to sigh-- weather whispers words of wisdom. we are who we are; the earth exists in spaces and stratas. The sinking sand on which we stand is willing and waiting, it will take nothing from us but that which we cannot afford: Nothing but the dignified dust that we are. I know two mindless weights that make all things equal: Twenty-four-hours-a-day and six-feet under mother-earth. Alas, there are two dates not hidden from the lustful gaze of fate: when the womb opens the narrow gate to human existence and when the tomb opens wide the gate to extinction… afterlife. There is going to be a word on the marble that we will not live to write or read, Yet it will be a concise piece of our deeds; all what we wrote on life. Time and chance will knock again and again on the door of destiny; So, cloister your memoir with courtesy while you yet live in this frail field. Only few men crave the den of darkness, dust and ashes, but it is the truth is that all men will run into it at a point in time; There is a time to be born and a time to bid life farewell, Twain moments that sandwich the opportunity ...to live for humanity or live in mediocrity. Adeleke Adeite © September, 2012. Sponsor SKAT A Contest Name free verse (old/new) Contest Description 1 original, poem on the theme of ......free verse ....... Any form is acceptable.
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