The saintly row the black swan in tow, meretriciously inclined against saint's row, where dreams are dashed against a black mirror abashed, like a troglodyte who shouldn't en-masse, so whimsy see this here instead of your black mirror, eyes lent to skeletons in the closet of fears.
A lone tear trickles down her tender cheek
Abashed, she blushes, as is her wont
The tear removed, her duress concealed
in her heart, a rift revealed
Deep in her chambers, something’s amiss
Though the hearth is ablaze and the table’s just so
Who is to say what triggers emotions
of angels who dwell at edges of oceans
‘Twas high on Binnicky Barney
that I asked you to be mine.
The ear was on the barley
and the grape weighed down the vine.
The clouds were high,
and so was I,
on whimsy, wit and wine.
A name is just a nonsense-game,
and love an empty snare:
and shame and blame are all the same,
but you and I were there.
In summer’s throes,
the fungus knows
its spores are in the air.
“Bryn y Cabanau”, so it’s called,
as per the ancient tongue,
and I was galled, abashed, appalled,
embarrassingly wrong.
For lovers’ lisps
are will o’the wisps,
and never last for long.
There’s merit in mistake, they say,
and losing leads to learning,
and every dog must have its day,
and every worm’s for turning.
(For all we glean,
we wish we’d been
a little more discerning.)
Solution is a kind of death,
regret a form of doubt:
and love’s a type of crystal meth
from which delusions sprout.
The pieces fit,
but you’re the bit
I haven’t yet worked out.
Unnumbered army etheric;
Dost thou oppose his rule?
Prefer then the nerves a-prick!
Utmost, adverse, school!
Dubious battle on those plains?
Heaven, must ye fall?
Throne afire? Wait for the rains!
Field, get rid of all!
All is lost? Nowhere I've seen.
Unconquerable will.
Only in a dream, machine!
Immortals, pay bill.
Vengeance study? Thus requite.
Courage, doth submit?
Hatred, sing in me and fight!
Enemies to quit.
Nine full days and nights ahead?
Tartarean gloom.
Tonight we dine with the dead.
Red lighthouse a-tomb.
Abashed, devil? But you stood!
Awful, history? Good!
Naga tomb, thy neighborhood.
Nether regions, brood.
It is dark down here
And the shrew hairs
Look like a clown queen
Curled round the edges of the thighs
It is night down here
They've lost their sights
And stumble upon one another
In a fight to enjoy the nookie of man
It is dark down here
Nigh, the day is about to break
To see the results of untamed hairs
In the dark they triumph
But in light, they are abashed of their act.
Through a wild valley
We wandered
Slow...
Except for our breath
I , all to myself
In a panic,
Less frightened
By what would be called
Death.
My companion-
Is likewise , too nervous,
And panting in "secret"
Dismay:
And now I know
We are lovers,
Abashed, shame-faced
In the heat of
An expectant day.
He, in all tune to my thinking
Has gently taken my hand,
Thus taken,
Quivering and silent,
We in love wandered
Through the wild land
We used to think about the stars
more distant than the planet Mars
But now we only think of Earth
which puts a damper on our mirth
For on the ground and in the air
There’s so much crud we just can’t bear
So all of you who toss your trash
You ought to be, but aren’t abashed
Be warned! We have a brand-new plan
That we are sure will soon you land
In jail in your respective towns
And change your smiles to ugly frowns
So if you like your freedom, guys
Don’t toss your trash! ~ A word to the wise
Perplexed and dismayed
In the seeming misery.
This bewildered soul so abashed
Within the bodied figure so jittery.
Daunted her deep-felt presence
He wonders, if lost.
Heart sobs within, in cold sweat sequence
To what does this cost.
Uncertainty seemed a bedrest
One not pleasing to behold.
In what way does this become a test
Yet the mind feels a stronghold.
He mumbled through the dark intermittently
Ferreting a glimmer of hope to come.
Braced skillfully and Concomitantly
The love of her succor draws Him not to keep mum.
Saw it in your eyes, and your pale façade,
the laughter that turned to silence
still left you smiling.
As I listen, you speak my name..
humanity turned back hands,
on a broken clock.
Yet, knew you'd be okay, and
remembered too..
how you loved the summer rain.
Those cattail days, so inviting
a duel of two worlds, and universes colliding
sometimes-
time is such an unexplainable concept
an illusion.
You stand strong as Atlas, tho' twice as lonely,
I'll hold you twice my equal, if there's a need..
though I abashed at your beauty
wished half a moonlit shadow all for me.
Oh my dearest, dear one
French horns peeled their agree
as tree in winter, frozen dawn in dew
hours steeped in September's finest
misery.
Stray away from the past
and the skies you fly in,
pack your bags, wondering if it's your last
pray tell, what's more human than that?
At the doctor’s to check out my knee,
While I waited until he was free,
I glanced up and took note
At a sign someone wrote,
Which was more a command than a plea.
It said, “Please do not roll on the stool.”
That’s where doctors would sit, as a rule.
Now did some misbehave,
Roll and rant in a rave,
Thinking doing just that would be cool?
I admit that on seeing the sign,
That desire somehow became mine,
But I’d sure be abashed
If I rolled and I crashed,
So temptation I had to decline.
Aroused within me
Re-awoke as 'twere
Fine senses, fleshless ones.
Make one feel deeper.
All of you lovelies
Honourably blest
Hovered round, so rained upon
Tearily know this.
Blushing, for amaryllis.
More abashed, dearest!
Almost all of us at one time or another have felt abashed
Bothered or irked when hopes and dreams were dashed
Admonished or discouraged that we didn't follow through
Struggling to succeed at the things we said we would do
Heartbroken to think we disappointed those we hold dear
Embarrassed by our failures until we silently shed a tear
Disquieted and grieved, we live with the foe called 'fear.'
February 26, 2023
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HAPPY CAMPER
Cultivation of thought with in the heart
That has been seeding in the soul
Journey of the bare mind state
Agitated, while the lifeline is Un whole.
Designing the stream of desires goal.
As time fly's for what is untold
Digging deepest heart of the intellect's gold.
Unwrapping mystery what has been fold.
Following the cycle, revival of the wounded existence.
Up in the hill taking your consciousness talking of its presence.
Persistence of scintillating essence.
Foundation of your livelihood under pressure and pain
Foolishness of awareness for the manhood
Maness and madness laconic repressor of the chain
Disdain oneness, openness of choice
Brain damaged, flawless lack to entertain
Humiliation abashed the self-concept
Simulation of nature without any intent.
Here and there Notion of right or wrong.
Congenial sound of the soul's freedom song.
Beating in muscle like twitch vibration.
Happy camper for the melody of revelation.
[9/17/2022 7:48 PM]
BEYOND BRAINS
Oh! my poor soul! Worn out of what I am?
A loop of having evil after wicked!
My mood riding the rollercoaster,
Fearless and being gearless.
Who wants to take up the responsibility?
Science or spiritual, sigh is never.
Pushed to a cliff of crocodiles.
Abashed with what have done in.
On the mossed rock I sit, legs crossed,
Waiting for an answer from above
Who wants to unleash the evil,
and bring in the spring of joy?
I sensed a cold hand on my shoulder
Brought warmth to my hilarious heat.
“It’s just the Monthly One!” shook me up,
Realized the ridicule, shutting my eyes,
Feeling daft of mulling over.
Many regret for some mistakes in past,
though aware nothing more can be done now
except the desire to learn from it, how
and what steps were wrong that made one abashed.
Mistakes do occur with no forecast;
If we don't make the same mistake somehow,
we're on right track; better accept it now
and move forward, no cursing, no downcast.
Let’s be gentler to self and thank HIM for
ensuring no more loss; our prayers assist
to gain one's self-confidence and make it
possible to start once again to score.
One should not expect others to assist
rather seek HIS blessings what comes as gift.
~X~X~X~
Gloria cum Noynoy – Italianic
The PGMA Sonnet was invented by Jose Rizal M. Reyes on January 28, 2009
Rhyming pattern: abba abba cddc dd
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gloria-cum-noynoy-italianic/
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resource at Poets COLLECTIVE Site.
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