What would be better if you went?
What is worse if you stayed?
Who benefits more from going?
Who is better served by staying?
An opposition may prove one righteous.
An acquiescence for stability is more noble.
040824 PS
Reluctantly I acquiesce
This is much to my dismay
Daunting, appears the task
Overwhelming thoughts consume my days
Disillusioned by the emotional discourse
Troubled by the arrogant improprieties
Living in a world of ignorance
Full of contemptuous indignities
Disheartened - I confess moving forward
Perturbed by societies disinterest of clarity
I still have hope for my family’s future
Hence, the acquiesce irony
Acquiesce
(ak-wee- ESS”
By: Miracle Man
12-5-2019
I’ve never been accused of having finesse,
I get to the point without using much tact.
Most times without showing acquiesce,
I cover the bases, without being abstract.
But now, I’m endeavoring to gingerly tread,
Yet sometimes I still become exasperated.
So to others my words won’t be misread,
My conversation abruptly becomes truncated.
My Birthday Poem
Your sensuous eyes render me a fool.
How clumsy I become within your mien.
I stutter, stumble trying to keep cool
While all the time envisioning a scene
Of you and I together palm in palm
As sun departs behind the hillside's face,
And in the blush of twilight I feel calm
Enough to kiss your lips with lover's grace.
My heart would swell if only this were so,
If even in my dreams it would come true,
That you might sense within my smile aglow
The awesome humble love I have for you.
One tiny glance of regard you impart
Would be enough to satisfy my heart.
11-16-19
Dreams of sleight, money changed hands
Heads or tails, they're telling tall tales
Scandalous rumours and urban legends
Half-baked former spies spinning yarn
To a troop of campers sick of eating yams
Tell me something I don't know
Desperate times calling for desperate measures
I've got a lot of questions but will ask one only
Will a 'gator acquiesce to a half nelson?
As the story goes, everything changes
Doe and Mac are still up and about
It says their legend has taken a tumble
Yet still unfazed by the wail of the haunt
They live among the tombs of Lusaka
Mingling with Peggy and other ghoulish pasts
Am I the only one who's had to hustle?
Steel doors slammed in my face
Human obstacles to slow my pace
Errand boy running long errands for ghosts
Bare feet with cracked heels
Bleeding lips like I've been beaten
I've come a long way, blistered and bitten
Sun scorched earth and flies and beetles
Daring to dream but forbidden
Stared down, frowned upon, beat down
Laughed at and derided
Yet insisting upon my right to insist
Such a beautiful dreamer
soft attractions
in pages of Tom Jones
Lady Chatterley's satisfaction
taken to places of impropriety
never recognizing a boundary.
Caution gives way to need
where hearts break and bleed.
In dreams buds open to bloom
slowly, so their fragrance wafts
indelibly breathed in and held
enjoyed to fullest height
as a body becomes compelled.
In dreams of love
the dance is always a waltz
matching steps-eyes in askance
the answer, discretely given,
a nod, a wink, a sly smile
the heart is driven
and will not be repressed
Love must acquiesce.
awake I graze the naked mind undone,
my contemplations shuffle off to her
and no halfhearted muse, no not a one
eclipses her insoluble liqueur,
nor any stirring of the thoughts distill
the past forgotten heartaches and remorse;
and years will shed their years and on until
the perfume dissipates and then of course
her eyes will lose something, eventually,
her features, now, less vivid than before,
but now the night has other plans for me,
and she will be my black hole paramour,
in time, I’ll think not on her fading face,
tonight, just let me think one last embrace.
I walked away, leaving behind the ruin
and destruction of what we were.
I left you behind without second thought,
for my eyes were fixed only forward.
Seeking myself, lost in the darkness,
a quest I had to take alone.
You're an empty hollow in my heart
but the hollow is not to be my focus.
Climbing the mountain of my sorrows,
gaining strength, recovering lost pieces
until one day, I will reach the top,
and I can look back, see it all.
And then I'll tell you what I saw,
and then maybe we'll understand.
You placed my heart upon a shelf
Thinking of no one but yourself
Now you’re begging me to come back
But when alone, I stay on track
I’m sure that if I “acquiesce”
To your unexpected request
I’ll end up on that shelf again
Growing intolerance for men
So, my ex, I must say farewell
On pain you caused I will not dwell
If I gave in, returned to you
I’d surely wish I’d bade adieu
Another gal will come your way
If you acquiesce, she might stay
*For the "Love of Language" contest