Midst nostalgic bliss yon reminiscence fervor
my mind does savor young love-thrills from heart's abyss
as throw-back endeavor re-creates love story I can't miss...
though we must choose academic aegis over infatuation's favor.
You and I forged our partnership with promises of "forever-we-are-one" creed
and constant letters of endearment midst caring deed brightened our relationship
yet, our parents' lead and family's breed prevailed along their wise workmanship...
so we yielded to their stewardship, assured of "let's wait for right time indeed."
Our separation with cooling-off strain was inevitable
since struggles so undeniable burst along agonizing pain
yet goals of attainable stature stood upon priorities' terrain...
driving us with faith's gain to conquer teen-age feelings fiercely insurmountable.
Now, I am thankful that it was and is best that we have separated ways
as we pursued our individual race toward triumphant crest
each at our own pace, both of us freely soared upward maturity zest...
allowing us to see each other blest; you with your family; me in God's ministerial grace.
Urge for Loyalty in service
The fealty Of taking badge pride
Vest no cunning brigade aegis
Fits in thE atmosphere of a better slide
Length of great passion
The wOrth of hampered green
Host the Voyagers wit caution
Gist thE sail save wave's careen
The center Lead of vaults
The crease mime lOgo of chime
Standing still against inactiVity waltz's blame
To aiding thE earth's issuing assaults
The pace of Lasting bond
The fear Of children's want
Stage aboVe the stake of tricky end
To wEigh the comely oath savant
There is no curse for the Least
There is nO cuss in adultery
Self loss accustomed drunk's saVory
But a no go loosE for liars amidst
Thou hath boLdness emit on earth
Averse nOthing opaque bearing the cross
To peace seeking doVe's directories' worth
Boosting Eon's hope crosswise
Whichever is it
Nothing worth more
Only love and love hit
Situating outward cares cum bore
When on mother earth you fall
Pass off no hatred
Cry all you can but stand tall
Above darkness influences that can be afforded
Under the aegis of darkness,
they trespassed narrow-edged ways —
wayward musicians;
spectre-framed and so pronto the
afflatus of restless painters and
hungry poets.
Mute and stout,
they seemed agnostics,
reclining on image-powers; thoughts
and dumb instruments facing earth;
such clout among them,
and countenance —dim —
turning them into a cluster of
strumpet-begotten specimens.
Moments of silence.
In their string-fashioned phalanx,
Untaperable fraternity.
On US Army about
Legacy is leaving a mark on the people around you and the world.
Like placing a rocket upon their shoulder
Or giving them choice within the assessment scale of your grade
I could only hope I haven’t left a scar
Gentle as fragile instances passing by my observation
The Flame and The Fire control detonator
Who let the kids play with the matches
When overmatching the match mayn't appear the overmatching of the most ethical
Then will the most ethical appear hypocrisy if the Decision Dominance saves soul from trap of the Devils
Inspired by Ogden Nash
These poem was written well prior ADP 3-13 was published in Army Directory
But will the Army then give me benefit of serving as a source
People today claim themself with no shame being AN INFLUENCER
Do the they comprehend responsibility then ?
Written, March 24, 2025
For Contest, Your Choice E sponsor, Brian Strand
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hands aegis
sculpting lullabies
cradling
warmed by
candlelight - wax
flesh
muscle
breath
zephyr
exhales
inaudible eulogies
exuding oxidation
of
turpentine
nectar
of
ebony &
onyx
varnishes in
liniment
to coddiwomple
fingers &
dactyls
tracking
ectoblastic
layers
labyrinth puddles
yen's fuel trigger
perspiring
bruised blooms
quivered reverberations
declining
blossom
obscured in
sunken strands
of
sprouts
&
burial site
effigy melting
Inside
silk gloves
Skink Homes
The Skink Homes in The East Side of
The House Sleepers was
established under the aegis of
NSW Housing Trust.
I see the shadows following the darkness
hue fading under aegis
The last toppling of the wine
I see the glances in their rain
whose faces that can touch their reflection
Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress
Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint
And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell
The Peacock Punks
bide their time
in New York's finery
Their aegis ,Betty Davis eyes
follows them in no uncertain terms
The day is engrossed with snowflakes
There is serenity in the air
as the chanteuse
forgets her words
I sensed the silence
as a solitary butterfly flew past
I longed for my reward
When you enter a certain age
your opinions don't count
In the West age does not carry consideration
for the aegis of youth prevails
with your Tik Tok and Instagram
instant accords of the febrile mind
"Precepts of the Aegis-Holder"
no gorgons here
but 3 of one, yes?
shields raise
back the dead
to life
and phoenix
from the ashes
spreads its burning wings
feathers of blue
now gold, tra-la notes,
messages burning
rising upwards, it sings
and the hounds noble
stand their ground
under tree of life
the wisdom drops from leaves
like tears, black pearls
in for a penny,
in for a pound
what say you?
to the manor born?, or
light of life?, by now
it does not matter
for all is found, surely,
in each
the other
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
mlb,klb, llb
"A chattering crow lives out nine generations of aged men,
but a stag's life is four time a crow's,
and a raven's life makes three stags old,
while the phoenix outlives nine ravens,
but we, the rich-haired Nymphs
daughters of Zeus the aegis-holder,
outlive ten phoenixes"
The Aegis-Holder.
Burton.
Phoenix.
3.
Lux Vitae.
To the twist of themes exploring art's beauty so plain
Is the precious jewel that unlock the hearts' blissful ears
That listen up to the least of muse well explained
Kicking raw the mood of handling pens passionately like spears
But he who hasn't been a poet is ever lost
To the precious flow of great quill painted so raw
It shall be an aegis aesthetic appeal been too glossed
In exquisite inks that wink lovely discourse of emotional war
Its influence would have been enough a good morning song
Born a bright mantra to journey with the whole day
And an elegant lullaby to toast him to sleep long
It's so painful it gets his heart heavy to weigh
I notice a face with myriad bent distress.
With eyes that include a trace of sadness,
A dreary routine without a success story,
A vivid photo of the topic dyed with clarity.
His elements are unemotional and calm,
Seeing elapses on the aegis of life qualm.
Love has been his mate and accomplice.
He deemed it right by the slow compass.
A wiped-out execrable ruffled face is rough.
Neediness mutiny yet glad for his estate bluff,
The abysmal face conceals a delicate heart.
His soul is more aware than it seems at first.
Written: June 19, 2022
The Pastel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig cornish
It echoes dull dawn past a long evening.
Dusk is being thawed off like flowering.
Your aegis bore the road to the doorway.
A soft tune for a crucial sweep of sway,
High, grim oaks form a tone of masterwork.
All around, snow-cloaked raw act like a stork,
Much frost lingers baffled to the twigs' arms.
Glancing all around, watching over barns!
Like a butterfly fetching my glamour,
Your love drew my wings, a kiss of amour.
Like a child was wiping my tears, says no.
Your grin, an easing-up pole for rainbow,
All, out of this apex, to the prime peak
From ice orb to the vast sky, it's all leak.
But clear than a gismo, that hits my sight!
Dazzling had to mix magic and heal plight.
Everything you own is what you have loved.
Get relieved of your ego and think roved.
Nothing huge was ever done without zeal.
Love, be grateful and assist others heal.
Written: February 08, 2022
Selected as POTD
Death is not cruel.
Its hands, untouched by prejudice,
Welcome each and all at the behest of Time.
For Time, Death's Companion,
Compels us to accept Death's embrace,
And daily reminds us of its eventuality.
We may shout, cry, rebel, or simply turn away,
Believing that which covets our lives is unscrupulous.
It is life which leads us to this abhorrence.
I am life's fool.
For though life gives no promise
Beyond the act itself, of being alive,
And refuses any union,
I've begged purpose and love to lend life grace,
And defend against the dread of my mortality.
Reflected in death's eyes, will I feel betrayed?
When seeing it's I who was life's purpose,
Will I struggle on or fade from life's own impotence.
My love for you,
Provides me strength and aegis.
It is proof against the casual life,
Where prosaic people pass with derision
For all but the material, self-serving and vain.
It illustrates a life filled, essential,
For when life's light is no longer aflame
We've shared laughter and love and hence I propose
That this is our true significance.
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