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Maxims for eyes, a cast of racing clouds, and a sky
What else could be wrapped in lexical display?
Climate crises, inflation, and dire behest worry me
Pale-blue slicing of an idle cul-de-sac and apathy
Seldom do I feel as if I need to fix the world
I turn gray faster as the paving light is pearled
If I break the law, will my anxiety fade away?
It's ironic, as it's always within me and may sway.
If your life is a wide ocean and you are a sailor
even though it appeared to be a failure
The mind exchanges stupidity for money
If you lack zeal for goals, you will lose many.
Trusting someone too quickly is perilous
Men grow strangers as they're querulous
Be a dreamer, not the warlord of your life
Anger at its pinnacle sharpened as a knife.
Even stillness is noise in times of despair
It is wiser to endure the hostility we wear
Words are razor-sharp and may easily sever
Ponder twice once you decide to act together.
After discovering the truth, the gaze shrinks
Just appear radical as the bustling bosom sinks
Events, such as weather, can be both cold or warm
If luck fades, genuine tasks last long and swarm.
Hysterical attacks, scary fists, smacking hands
skill-building duties to flush us into the strands
We scoffed at fresh skills, saying he was done
A priori, I would have reacted if we had begun.
The starry rhythms of this vast, deep night
Moon moves within, the same as a ball of plight
Its molten silver moans assaulted my mind
Unspoken thoughts throb. I adjust my bind.
Taste the heft of silence ink as it ties our bond
Consider me to only be your miraculous wand
Could the stars be counted if only I knew how!
may emerge as bright as the sun on an icy brow.
Deeds are scrutinized, so retain the token
Life continues whenever hopes are broken
If one's spirit is disturbed, it produces pain
If all else fails, simply trust in God once again.
Once low tide falls, pearls are seen on the beach
If money can buy gold, ethics are still within reach
Patience is the antidote to a successful lifestyle
None lasts, it all ends; it's your turn to cry for a while.
Both the flavor and aroma of life are sublime
Humor is aesthetic; worrying is detritus time
Love is the same as water; mixes color and caste
Lift your spirit, your skin will turn clay at last.
Written: March 28, 2023
This Or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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