Passion lies not in fear towards cheer,
To conquer unknown gestures behind
Some rare laughter, but so insincere..
Those words, tongues twist around; disappear
Until tears grow no link to being blind.
Fear of long awaited hope shapes care,
Set to beat tricks, lust stages alright
With pure intentions to outsmart stare...
That could lay hold on twists playing fair,
Till laughter couldn't shine bright; its light
And clinch onto tears that caress pain;
Driven by proposed fear's turnaround.
Will choosy purpose does actuate gain?
To cover up a seeming less stain
Not enough to stop laughs, tears expound.
Laughs powered by prospects of lost fool,
Timing brainy approaches cum risk
Of growing fearless life goals on pool,
Dim laughs could rarely survive by rule-
Sets standard fitness, fear barely whisk.
Form: Rhyme
Echoes of wandering cares, mask;
True ego of expectant filming time,
Peeping to view wonder's raw face...
Maybe or not it could actuate light
Tears aspire to laugh over or embrace.
Prayers of guise shame put up task;
Heart never wish to visit each price,
Let alone kick off its sacrificial start...
To redeem the lost shining chance
Of helpless ruling lordships apart.
Echoes of powerless armour, mask;
Jesters hiding their tongues' prime
Of valuable words held tightly still...
While strongly growing up a fight,
Only litrates could space cum quill.
Tumbling but gearing tears, dare task;
The portraying parrots, crying so nice
Of beaming intent touches- as of mind
Driving consciousness through trance...
To never unveil but remain rather blind.
Form: Free verse
For hands to ink
Hearts don't really need to think
Minds just need to relate
Well with emotional hits
Without which head would barely have hints
Until then, pens may not actuate
The awesome lines so thin
Though, weigh links existing- a natural kin
So, what surrounds you is your kit
Free trances sold out; inks some words knit
Encapsulated in a tin
Like a host feeding nit
Form: Rhyme
Nothing external can provide happiness.
Yet, it's how you view life through its rawness.
Millions of people come to us every day.
Fighting for food and relying on one pay.
Thank God that they have a roof overhead.
Dealing with finer aspects of life is a daily dread.
We all face difficulties in our strives.
Fear thwarts our efforts to sustain our lives.
Don't wait around for things to improve.
Actuate a list of everything you should prove.
Start now to promote a state of peace.
Otherwise, you won't have time to increase.
Instead, for your sanity, you need to let people go.
Carefully claim care of your health and mental ego.
They are family because they secern the button to push.
Forgiveness, letting go and moving on hush.
Blunders are affable teachers with a lifelong lesson.
Ask yourself, "What can we learn from now on?"
Deplete recent information to improve your life.
A fitter life from beauteous mistakes and strife.
Written: July 30, 2022
Form: Rhyme
Asthma
A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air,
The shortest of unsure breaths drawing,
The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing;
A judging of the whole affair unfair.
My trachea thinking of its resignation letter,
Worsening the picture of Seeker of the Better;
My two lungs scheming to lock up their shop,
Evidently not touched that a life might drop!
A straight cash payment for my casket witnessing,
The quickest arrival of any inhaler pressing
To like a monkey grab it
And just remember not to like a buffoon actuate it.
It has been an army of surest triggers
Of the asthmas of Gents and s
Between the Extremely Cold and the Awfully Hot,
The Chokingly Dusty and bad smells we’ve got,
The Painfully Annoying and the Helplessly Funny;
The Unhelpfully Laborious or tasks perfectly thorny
Yep, all extremities
Lacking in niceties
That should a doctor lift off his feet
To quell The Respiratory Rebellion – a feat
Form: Rhyme
Be good
Do good
What you give will come back
So give what you want like
Helping others
Smiling often
Talking nicely
Criticize never
Praise forever
One negative thought can ruin individual
One positive comment can build future
Increase confidence
Impel Improvement
Actuate progression
Keep mind
On labour
Mind should be absorbed in work
Mind concentrated at work in hand
Increases speed
Improves quality
Bestows nirvana
Date: 1/11/2021
Form: Verse
Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea,
I stood at the edge of the bridge hoping to end this fight,
Choked by the thorns and brambles of early adversity,
My thoughts scattered over the world like ant-hills,
I’ve been shielding this feeling,
It brute terrors like the scurrying of rats in a deserted attic.
I long to be loved, accepted, heard and pampered,
Memorable moments standing the test of time,
Clenched little hands like rumpled roses, dimpled and dear,
But I’m companionless,
As the last cloud of an expiring storm whose thunder is its knell,
Who knows if I’m living to die or dying to live?
I am ready to deal with this pain cruelly and squarely,
It can only take a bullet in the mind to hold me back,
But my effort is creeping like a snail, unwillingly to actuate,
Tears and heart breaks gather like foul birds,
Run and surge fiercely to and fro my delicate soul,
Like the red harbor-buoy.
I think it’s time to put a stop to all these,
My heart is about to turn cold,
I still wonder how to move unto uncertain future,
But I hear voices and words;
Every phrase is like the flash of a scimitar,
And it says fight; win, ready or not, now or never.
Form: Free verse
Love is a responsibility
actuate to live properly
Form: Crystalline
As I roamed into the steakhouse,
I spotted him slashing steak.
He looked up with his dispirited stare,
His despair coherent to me.
He summon me to take a chair,
He had a anecdote to unfold,
About the day his spouse left,
The day love revolved to abyss.
He delivered her the works he had,
His body, soul and heart,
Her addiction got the best of him,
She backslid; he fell discrete.
Off she went on a spree, appear like,
A daze of narcotics and booze–
When he faced up to her, she said,
"Fine," and ran off–just think
Of the agony it caused this man,
His eyes folded into his face,
Tears so actuate, harsh and brutal
They are salting him in place.
Yet he turns up at the steakhouse,
Forlornness not his thing,
Through those depressed eyes I can declare
He’s longing for happiness, although
Dealing with the tragedy of losing
A woman once very delightful,
A woman now astray in her sadness,
His sorrow under her feet.
Form: Ballad
just once I'll feel love
until then I'll just wait
sitting patiently, sort of
trying to self-actuate
once hope reigns it's hopeless
no need to cast love aside
catch a lightness to possess
enchanting oneness a rising tide
I'll dig holes for your treasure
'til my hands all calloused and raw
leave lid of chest to open pleasure
let aloneness be a forgotten flaw
feel my way into hearts chamber
each beat another rush of life
ever closer to life's remainder
living begins when hearts derive
love in all its myriad forms
overt or subtle in its display
vales are lifted and we transform
enclosed with love, our own cliché
© Goode Guy 2011-07-13
is an acrostic quatrain a acrostrain or a quastic?
Form: Quatrain