Eurynome's great joy,
the Graces of her womb,
whose names transcend the tomb
like Helen's, famed of Troy!
Ah! Graces all enjoy:
they fill earth's space and room,
abhorring away life's gloom,
before the fates destroy.
If mankind survives, spring
reflects the sun's hot disc,
a brilliant fire breathing,
a dragon basilisk;
which these three Graces, being
Eurynome's, might risk!?
Truth
not a dictum
of majority
Credence
more pointed
abhorring a crowd
Its tenets
relentless
called from its slumber
To censor
the many
— its voice zero sum
(Villanova University: September, 2024)
News is abhorring
And so boring
Starting from the break of dawn
I think we need
To be indeed
Vaccinated for the yawn
They always try
The same tired lie
Their old shtick goes on and on
I’ll catch my death
With lack of breath
If they don’t vaccinate the yawn
They put on acts
With rusty facts
Their dog dug up from the lawn
And then they’ll drone
Over that bone
Hurry and vaccinate the yawn
Obey we should
For public good
And if not they’ll use their brawn
That same lousy
Makes me drowsy
Excuse me while I yawn
Here’s protection
From infection
Sorry but we’ve seen that con
So please instead
Cure sleepyhead
And vaccinate the yawn
We’ve had enough
Of their old stuff
We’re pooped out being their pawn
Since they’re creepy
We’ll stay sleepy
Until they vaccinate the yawn
My eyes search the clouds, the next day abhorring,
Longing to lock eyes with a white dove who’s soaring,
And tell him my dread for the mundane tomorrow.
He’d say that he knows nothing of any future sorrows,
The sun is hotter up here! And the south is filled with seeds!
When Noah saw you with the branch, a sign of soon relief,
Did he tell you of the torrent, the rains washing all he knows?
But I suppose… faith is fixed when one suffers, full of hope.
The white dove would remember and with pity say:
Noah obeyed, and tomorrow is coming. The floods
Rest in two mornings, so wallow in mourning,
But truly I tell you that beyond these clouds,
Above the waters is a loving gaze and the warm breeze of day.
Ever moving
The migration by wind and water
As the sands shift with time
Changing the face
The feel
The look.
As sea laps, wind blows
Longshore drift
Collect
Deposit
Ever moving sands
Passing us by
Marking time
Ever soft and smooth
Nature abhorring a vacuum
Growth and life
Migrating
Evolving
Flourish and wilt
Flower and dieback.
Fixed to an ever-moving
Ever changing due. Clinging to the lip of the sea.
It’s paining, it’s boring
The children are all snoring
They got out of bed
To school they did head
The teaching they find abhorring
The wings blemish on the laminate panel.
The zany suit shudders at dainty muscle.
Sparkling splashes on abhorring emerge.
Brainless spirits shine over despot spurge.
Ill-mannered standards have been strengthened.
Wood chips were deployed to line neurally connected.
Despite laying the fault, she sparkles brilliantly.
Spitefulness, which to boot inclines daintily.
Extreme squalls will expect to be accused.
Humankind real pith has been frustrated.
Scorn and zeal linger at the core of tyranny.
Their pride makes the thin children hungry.
Tyrants grin as they savor their liquor.
Parroting raw decrees to the unhearing slicker.
Written: November 16, 2021
Once I remember, I was pupil a decade behind
Nada flowing in my gist,but parent rememberance
Who toured, Pearls me a day and infinity
To be onto twinkle today's milieu
Oh a nibble was a villager of its effects!
Abhorring schooling with silence reactions
While genders groaning for being with
And therefore,crowns shelves eyed at a stage
As the dreams of their series term
I became limbo for the school-edges, frozen claims as the student
Wandering my precious days on deplorable doors
That couldn't goddess my further steps
The crowns-burden retired, which led them down.
Still nothing to en masse , instead of calm
Edged,my sphere swirling darkness the serenity
Because of my battering crown's words
Blacken moonlight mournfully to drag me out of it's aura
Hopeless,the crowns bedded off from the globe.
Letting me rages between ridges
Further mirth,astrocious astray beside the scenic colours
Where the screams is?
"Nostalgic groans would never refill
The hungry staving thy intestine
Dance down and shelves:for rosy you ascertained paths"
Alas!firmed should be I and flicker on your stamped!
For the next of my ghost-days.
12/5/20
Forewarning
It's only morning
But my day starts off far from boring
Usually up by 6 AM, not snoring
Weather getting colder or warming
Clouds in the sky forming
Soon to be storming
Thundering, and pouring
Nearby rapids that continue roaring
Birds in the sky soaring
Above houses with wooden or tile flooring
She acted like she was adoring
Then quickly was ignoring
Meanwhile I kept exploring
And scoring
Originating from the sourcing
As folks were still warring
It's rather abhorring
Did not get it done or was performing
My energy depleting and restoring
As time continues coursing
I found this life rather rewarding
Folks starving or gorging
Staying silent or reporting
Didn't always go according
To plan, but my own path I was always forging
The temperature scorching
People torching
Over one more thing
It's petty and useless, like hoarding
Did or did not get it in a recording
Was either false or accurate reporting
Against it or supporting
Almighty God* I adore
Author of faith, approved by Your atonement
Accept my acknowledgment and admiration of Your anointing.
Awed by and adorned with Your advice
Abiding am I in Your avouching assurance
Apprehended against abominations, arrayed with holiness’ attire.
Away from adversary’s affliction
Alertly, I advance toward Your accommodating arms
Allowed to ascend to approach You, appeased with Your admonition.
Abhorring accusers’ affinities
Attentively, I avoid their artillery
Abstaining to adapt abusive attitudes, actually awful.
Awakened from arrogance
Apprehended along my adversities’ anguish
Available am I to advertise heavenly affairs for hell-acquittal’s advantage.
Attended to by Your amazing abundance
Appointed am I as ambassador of adoption with access to Your altar
Always assisted amiably to accomplish assignment around Alleluia-adventure.
*Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.”
January 23, 2019
2nd place, "Alliteration - Old or New" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 9/2/2022.
He pipes out in pride and boasts of his creed
crushing the spirit of those who believe
he thinks he is right he has planted no seed
except that of money and power, perceived
The stars and the moon are trinkets of science
no angels of cure no God to procure
he lifts up his chin and puffs in defiance
honey there's nothing out there, but manure;
The sun and the wind the rain and the trees
nothing out there can foretell,... its so lame
abhorring the faithful that fall on their knees,
he's a rift in God's nature, Oh ! what a shame
That he can't see the beauty of "Faithing in Christ"
and he can't feel the power, of Faith, thinly sliced.
November 29, 2018
The horror of All Hallow's Eve was a night of fright,
it was the time of year when Johnny rose from the dead-
All the townspeople shivered and were covered in dread,
it was nothing except an abhorring tragic sight.
The harvest moon ascended and something wasn’t quite right.
His fingers made of rusty and razor-sharp knives,
they were seeping of crimson blood from old casualties-
When his victims took their last breath his fingers would freeze,
as they all were begging and pleading for their poor lives.
He would slash the men’s throats then go murder their dear wives.
No one was as scary, no one as horrifying,
as the town watched all the children crying and dying-
For every year they’re filled with fear…when Johnny arrives.
Halloween Scare Contest
13 syllables in each line
13 lines total
169 syllables total
checked syllables: howmanysyllables.com
October 5, 2017
veiled by a shroud of mourning,
lost outside a mask of woe-
I seek abhorring moments,
disguised by joy, a rough smile-
concealed by a handmade cloak,
obscurity is a sheath...
until I feel love’s blanket.
Sevenbits
Theme: Mask
October 4, 2017
My form of sonnet modified(Holy Spirit).
Now it entails; An Acrostic form with the rhyme scheme aabbcdeeffcdgg. Enjoy!
'HE TWO CHERUBIMS
'Hewn out of mystery,
Endowed with scary physiognomy.
Tensed with eyes and flappy wings
Winning heart-dexterity-often stings.
Owning the shield of Alpha's eyes
Carressing the depth of omega's might.
Heralding six wings and four qualities.
Eloping from eagle's to veil's obscurities.
Ruling of high handedness of his train.
Under the wave of the creator's reign.
Moistured with veils in which they flies.
Inwardly a darkness,abhorring the creator's sight.
Messangers of peace-that did honour raise.
Seraphims' Juniors-lifter of his praise.
17:28:08:11:20
Above all the life's traits
Ambition tops the list
asserting one's will to
acquire a secured place,
Aiming high for the stars
albeit down to earth
abhorring vanity.
~11/18/15
Pleiades contest by Kim Merryman
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