U have wonderful traits and talents to savour
As u unfurl ur petals and waver
practice ur ways
U will soon come into full flavour
U already know what to do
It’s the cud that gets the chew
The cat that gets the cream
It’s the unseen seam
Fully in tact waiting to evolve as ur mind grows and grows
Eager for fulfilment to soak up all ur woes
It will not be long before ur back on track
Ready to grow with times gone by
Ur a survivor a great master
Of ur own Inner disaster
Let light pull u free like the honey from a bee
U will soon see
How ur own Destiny
will prove to be ur wholeness ur soul ur knowledge to own
Let no one take ur precious time
Be true to urself
Let ur prestigiousness grow and evolve as u become stronger no time to scorn or absconder
It’s time to stay true to ur destiny’s pull take it all in as u linger the mull
From lightness to well practiced righteousness u own it
it’s urs
never be complacent
U know what to do when u stay true
Go get Wots urs
it’s written as words deep within the bossom of the universe
it chants ur name ur path ur gain take Wots urs as this is no game!!
Categories:
absconder, anxiety, caregiving, encouraging, feelings,
Form: Free verse
A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished the gaiety gesture -
of the charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Swarms of floating stars, clothed its beaming bride-like allure,
Its immortal repose, like a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks erased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover,
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a stray-lover.
Often, rustling forests fanned their chastity, within earth’s soothed solitude,
While courting birds, would with the soulful stillness, intermittently interlude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance -
Skies; were like suitors charming the earth with transient romance,
Meantime, demulcent breaths of pulsating night, induced like zephyrs opiate,
As flesh-less caresses of moist-less air, evoked tranquility insatiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty ephemeral -
as I watched the Night Earth, become a real-life mural.
© Maverick Nyambu
Categories:
absconder, earth, heaven, imagery, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Dry Bones and Breath of Life
Lesson for today was 37:1-14
about dem dry bones and Gospel
was John 11 about Lazarus.
About Trump I will wonder and ponder
Among thieves is their own honor
Back in Bible days they would stone
To death until dry is each bone;
Especially that of an absconder.
What Trump done is devour
All of us up each second and hour;
For what he does is no excuse;
In the end he is bound to loose
After exhibiting his might and power.
To others some think they are above
And people Hitler at one time did love
Took advantage of those lowly he did;
None of his sins has he ever hid;
If similar under train we should shove.
What if Hitler our savior had been;
Messing with minds and creating sin;
With all his actions he did deceive;
In him, wanting others to believe;
Does God like that actually make men?
Am combining them all together for
a change. Go Gonzaga
Jim Horn
Categories:
absconder, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
A suave gaze, woolly texture, embellished its gaiety gesture
The charmeuse moon, perched like a napping heavenly dove,
Clothed by swarms of floating stars, glazing its snowy allure,
Glimpses from immortality’s repose, a peek into celestial treasure trove,
Cashmere sparks chased, encroaching vestiges of darkness’ wilting cover,
Grotesque shades stealthily evanesced, like an absconder jilting a straylover,
Rustling forests fanned their chastity, into earth’s soothed solitude,
Only courting birds would through the soulful stillness intrude.
Fireflies roved like blazing butterflies, mountains gleamed from sparse distance
The night, suitor clad by fleeting flirtations of splashing romance,
Demulcent breaths of pulsating night, inducing like zephyrs opiate,
Fleshless caresses of moistless touch, evoked tranquility tunefully satiate,
Heaven’s graphics, sculptured in mortal picturesque of majesty astral,
Earth at night, an idyllic paradisiac mirror, of vistas ephemeral.
© Maverick Nyambu
Categories:
absconder, earth, nature, night, summer,
Form: Rhyme
Does it really Matter
If I am an Absconder?
Does it really Matter
If I am not your Bedcover?
It will never really matter
For even if I am not an Adder
I am neither your Barrister
Nor your Bagpiper
I am also not a Backstabber
And certainly not a Backbiter
Though I am not an Abuser
I do feel like an Abusee
Waiting with lots of Glee
For my Anchorage
After a million Age
I can see the old Adage
With a new Assemblage
I will certainly be Backbit
With a lot of Credit
Regretfully, you should have fled, my Spirit
With a lot of Merit
Categories:
absconder, anger, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
For time, space cannot the opportunity squander
With streaming video distant love grows much fonder
Magnetic beams glint through the wild blue yonder
Grainy, jittery images oft-forsaken hearts to ponder
Air waves blipping images through bleary transponder
Eerie prescience of the whole, but piecemeal shapes do launder
Irony, modern technology, 1930's Spanish cinema does corresponder
Crouching, girdled with adrenalin of a First Responder
Matted wigs, flat toupees across streaking screen wander
Silky-brunette locks dimmer; brown bangs look blonder
Shadows in a swirling blender, to homesick minds a bonder
Stealing a few precious minutes, then with love absconder
Categories:
absconder, absence,
Form: Rhyme
Does it really Matter
If I am an Absconder?
Does it really Matter
If I am not your Bedcover?
It will never really matter
For even if I am not an Adder
I am neither your Barrister
Nor your Bagpiper
I am also not a Backstabber
And certainly not a Backbiter
Though I am not an Abuser
I do feel like an Abusee
Waiting with lots of Glee
For my Anchorage
After a million Age
I can see the old Adage
With a new Assemblage
I will certainly be Backbit
With a lot of Credit
Regretfully, you should have fled, my Spirit
With a lot of Merit!
Categories:
absconder, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Stealthy balloon soaring into the wild blue yonder
To all material pursuits now an absconder
Shearing temporal ties that do corresponder
Content the balmy sky to aimlessly wander
Time and limitless space do freely squander
Drinking mist from satin founts, clinging to each azure rung, primordial bonder
Gilding a halo from each golden sun beam; breaching mystical divide in breathless wonder
Releasing spent fuel, hopes and dreams grow fonder
Floating through each, silky strand began to ponder
The pulsating waves emanating from heaven's transponder
Filtering each rhapsodic note through my idyllic responder
Swooning in the porous rotunda, my happiness do launder
Categories:
absconder, adventure, fantasy, happiness, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
With love the option, it seems we
are forced to wander credulously
beyond the raven's stream of glee,
the wings of angels, ne'er to be!
Ah true love, wander with espree,
that God can test my empathy,
for ne'er have hope, but His to be!
true love do wander ~ aimlessly!
For then absconder takes the fee
and I no longer needlessly
will fit thy dander or decree,
nor wait assunder, above Thee!
Oh love do wander, this time free
Oh love, thee not my destiny,
with God the choice, still cannot see
this hurtful blunder, thee & me!
Categories:
absconder, confusion, lovegod, god, love,
Form: Monorhyme
My ardor not commit
to stand beside creation taking wit
it is this lost December
I am fit ~
The thought be temple
thine, thee not awry ~
to love God in engender
so ~ be ~ it!
Be then as I the member
of truth's fret
that man does so encumber with beget
no promise lasting, numbered, no incept!
It is God's will assunder
that does quip
with all else, solaced wonder
solaced fit!
While in abridgment's blunder
I remit
God, praise me not, thy ember
soul's encrypt!
The sin of man's trust lumber
without script
To join the two ~ to launder
love's true grit ~
Would barely touch, absconder
life's acquit!
Categories:
absconder, introspection, lost love, love
Form: Monorhyme