girl Friday met marvelous right-hand-man
they fell in love and hatched an elope plan
both wanting to be the quintessential number one
neither acquiescing to the other, not a lot of fun.
they broke up, forever, Darcy Lynne and Dan.
Both wanting to be the right-hand man
Fabricated coast, they arranged a brigade
Aggregated to oppose, braving the waves
Saturated stones, awaiting decay
Exaggerated to juxtapose,
The real contained by the fake.
Professing control, they replaced the coast
Repressing the flow, sustained only to erode
Acquiescing the blows, an unstable repose
Depressing the both, the wave and the stone.
Wealthy anthro-supremacists
do not grow healthy
Earth climaxing climates
So too,
Earth's optimal health cultures
currently predict
massive
unmediated
anthro-mortality
So too,
to a monoculturing sociopath,
whether person
or corporation
or national federation,
intent on coldly acquiescing to ecocide,
What remains of proper poetic
and dignified distinctions noetic
between civilization
and civil war?
What remains of integrity's
healing bicameral balance,
educated
informed
reformed
restored
to distinguish between
domestic health empowerment
and global corroding nationalistic wealth
through sacrificial violence?
Life
Deep into that darkness learning
Life is for everyone
The incentive seemed happy spurning
Everyone is for life
I crave the unswayed, unimpressed upbringing
My aliveness, I could not awaken
Life is for everyone
Everyone is for life
And the agelessness never debating
Life
I remember I was acquiescing, remembering
I crave the instructional, inviting impermanence, temporary
Ah, distinctly I was condoning, remembering
But in the fact that it was dripping, temporary
It was slipping, ripping, gripping!
Reneging and reneging with my virtuousness
Nowness - nowness - nowness!
That moment my soul grew lonely
Life is for everyone
The abandoned auteurism acquiring
Back into my memories moralizing
All my soul within me inspiring
Life is for everyone
The sleepless school sermonizing
Everyone is for life
Life is for everyone, life
4/11/19
The amethyst paeans of hyacinth
crest with a gust of butterflies
on the scent of orange blossoms
cascading to earth like snow flakes.
Blood-red geraniums blazon Spring's birth
not with a pulsing blare,
but the soundless blush
of love's ardent swoon.
Placid jade fronds drape,
acquiescing to silent bees
emerging from blond snapdragons
as euphoria of being exudes
from the garden's breathless murmur.
A misty fog dissipates at Dawn's first light,
yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
And a scarlet sun slowly rises
on this misty Autumn morn.
Through hope or happy happenstance,
I perceive an undertone of whispers
as silks and satins rustle
in the breeze with a telltale flutter.
An Angel has strayed from heaven;
her beauty holds me transfixed.
And as her smile greets mine,
we embrace and passionately kiss.
Her lips unlock my heart with keys of desire,
oblivious to sin or folly.
And curious tongues indulge in exploration,
acquiescing to passion's will.
Aroused, we succumb to naked flesh,
skinny-dipping in intimate pools of pleasure,
and synchronize our heartbeats with
the opus of our souls.
I grieve for Summer, watching the leaves die,
and as tears of emotion swell, I cry.
For saying goodbye is such a bummer,
watching the leaves die, I grieve for Summer.
Autumn drapes the land in a scarlet shroud,
sensing Autumn's approach; Summer was cowed.
And acquiescing to Nature's command,
in a scarlet shroud, Autumn drapes the land.
I feel a chill creeping into my bones
as the wind moans with ghostly overtones.
And treading on the dregs of Autumn's kill:
creeping into my bones, I feel a chill.
When Winter arrives, snow softens the stage,
at first, a lady, Winter holds her rage.
And ensuring Nature's wildlife survives,
snow softens the stage when Winter arrives.
You imbibe the diatribe,
quaffing the jibe for a bribe
to remain silent and acquiescing.
Struck mute to suit
your unfussed cowardice
in failing to speak up,
when you know the throng is wrong like you
to remain silent,
a seething flock in shock.
Inertia, inherent,
in the same inane inaction.
A man from distant lands
Celestial musings that you said to me
Still whisper gently in my memory
Reminding me of our heavenly kiss
Acquiescing to a pull of cherubic bliss.
Nothing has been the same since then
When under the moon we secretly met
For a union of our twilight dreams
Shining under glitter of stellar streams.
Moved by your supernal phrases
I opened the door of loving graces
Riding with you to ethereal places
Singing praises of romantic verses.
When moon so soon left evening sky
And winds shook up stormy clouds
I saw the retreating distant star
Urging you to exit before too long.
But you stayed put in drenching rain
Sheltering my frame without refrain
As we walked to a peaceful lake
Surrendering to love divinely ornate.
I knew you belonged to distant lands
When soon you left with moon and the stars,
Leaving behind your immortal vibe
Permanently bound with a seraphic tie.
January 4, 2018
Placed 1st: Strand Pick 7 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th in Impress Me premiere contest by Skat A
I watched a yellow butterfly
As it was slowly flitting
Among the garden's flowers
All the while that I was sitting.
It carefully proceeded
From the purples to the reds
While the blossoms, acquiescing,
Seemed to sigh and bow their heads.
Mother Nature is so thoughtful
Giving more than is her duty,
Filling flora with such nourishment
As well as all that beauty.
My heart's held hostage by three words,
love, fear, and doubt: share equal thirds.
For once love's lost, it's seldom found,
letting countless tears wet the ground.
You know just how to make me cry,
living in fear, you'll say goodbye.
And yet, I swear my love is true,
my heart is closed to all but you.
You strike out again and again,
acquiescing to mounting strain.
And view love through a fog of lies,
shadows deceiving doubtful eyes.
Your sweet disposition turns sour
when fear starts exerting power.
And you treat me with such disdain,
anxiety feeds off my pain.
Tell me you no longer love me,
and though it'll hurt, I'll set you free.
For if you cared for me at all,
I would not have to beg and crawl.
Stuck in emotional quicksand,
here I stand: fractured heart in hand.
And I've got to know you still care,
before it breaks beyond repair.
Amaju;
The pride and beauty of all days
In your innocent and unadulterated eyes
I have seen the age and immortality of the sun and the moon.
The incomparable blast of your unabated smile
Acquaints my heart with an acquiescing admiration
Indeed your beauty is priceless and devoid of sentiment.
BY: IKPESU PRINCE IGHO
Destiny’s Choices
Do we choose our destiny
or is fate a foregone conclusion,
an ever growing snow ball
an unstoppable collection
of snow flake moments
gaining momentum
conspiring to bury us?
Can we accept destiny’s fate
without acquiescing to it?
Rewrite upcoming scenes
with actions taken,
slalom at the edge
of fates fury, deny
destiny its choice.
If asked to choose our destiny
what would it be, how
would it unfold, where
would it take us, why
would we make those
destined choices?
4/17/2016
submitted to – Destiny or Choices – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Acquiescing to love's defeat,
you hold your sad feelings within.
And as passion's flame flickers out,
anxieties slowly begin.
Dominating reality,
tears flow with emotional force.
And wash away the promises,
that kept your hopes and dreams on course.
The weight of betrayal hits you
with the clout of a speeding train.
And you're left spinning in a trance,
oblivious to all but pain.
Fueled by half-truths and deceit,
your happy thoughts begin to ebb.
And soon, your vulnerable heart
falls victim to depression's web.
Your soul's susceptible to lies,
for love camouflages the truth.
And salvaging remnants of trust,
you shed the innocence of youth.
Acquiescing to its allure,
you surrender your heart to love.
And, relinquishing innocence,
indulge in sexual pleasures.
Desire inflames your libido;
igniting smoldering embers.
And passion burns within your heart,
free of doubt, pretense, and deceit.
Sweaty bodies tightly entwine,
tangled in this moment in time.
And they experience feelings,
that approach pure exaltation!
Extraordinarily superb,
sex just keeps on getting better!
And within this fantasy dream,
happiness and pleasure abound.
Trust fuels two hopeful hearts on
their journey of exploration.
And sharing intimate movements,
each touch is dually enjoyed.
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