Written: July 04, 2023
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A respected river, your holiness sublime.
Purifies within if we let your essence seep.
From the powerful mountains, you climb
Pious and deep, it cures thirst spirits, creep
We all joined in a loud wave of ovation.
Farmers and anglers exploit it commonly.
Before you slowly dyke into the ocean.
Your pristine oceans are just heavenly.
Favoring even those who have sinned.
I've begun to write a tale of keen people.
Your purity is lovely, a river so revered.
You arose from the depths of a steeple.
Quenching the thirst of souls, from the abyss.
Peasants and boatmen, united in bliss,
Your presence is a source of joy and peace.
As we gather along your banks, we find release.
But as you journey toward the endless sea,
Our hearts ache, as we agnize you must leave.
Yet your holiness remains, forever to foresee
Waters, so pure, cleanse our souls, we believe.
In the depths of my heart, I felt romance.
A passion that burned with full-throttle force,
And in your eyes, I found a kindred spirit.
Someone who understood my every limit
We sang a song that echoed through the earth.
a melody that spoke of love and desire,
Our hearts are entwined as aesthetic mirth.
A symphony that set our souls turn to fire.
We walked hand in hand through fields of green,
Our laughter is a sweet melody in the air.
The world around us seemed to glean
And at that moment, it was just us there.
With each passing day, our love grew stronger.
A bond that nothing could ever sever,
And as we stood beneath the starry sky, longer
We knew that our love would last forever.
So here we are—both hearts that beat as one.
Living our lives in errorless harmony,
And as we faced the future together, we won.
We agnize that our love will always be.
We can create brilliant worlds with God's help.
Success hinges on denying a faint yelp.
We can exert greater focus than we realize.
So pray and beg God to spare you from vile lies.
Since I was a little kid, I've always had dreams.
In a dream, someone jumps up and screams.
I favored fellow humans' needs over my own.
Lacking core beams, Lord, let our faith atone.
Failure is inevitable, yet most failures don't kill.
Focusing on past mistakes may avail you to excel, still.
To stay ahead of others and reach goals, be firm.
Don't trail the flock; allow your feelings to squirm.
All draw into me for they share my similarity.
All who agnize me hope I reach my goal with clarity.
My ideas alter people's lives, and they're positive.
Each is upbeat and has my heart for being creative.
Written: June 1st, 2023
When you entice me
stare at
steadfast
you will ponder
what I project
too many males
relentlessly own
or terrible pattern
Untrusted
stand tall
I agnize this feeling
Outside the rules
the truth is the last
your shine
caught me ignorant
too defenseless gaping
interrogate
if I quit
dedication.
Written: October 16, 2022
I feel bound to sustain my love for you in this verse,
However, none of what I wrote appears to be terse.
I wished to express how attractive you are,
And say how bright your eyes are like stars.
I wished to tell you that your rays were missed,
I wish to be real when I cease my gist.
I would buy flowers every day if I could,
I have been thinking about this for the good.
To be seen in this unwritten poem of mine,
If I could, I'd tie my heart to your faint signs.
I was thinking about the time I had noted this,
I scrutinized it while kneeling on one pelvis.
I do not agnize how I developed this lyrical idea,
When you embezzle, my best muse with my stria.
Written: October 08, 2022
The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
When words upset you, you lose your childhood
It's dreadful to grasp that life is idyllic nearby
The youth have drawn, and no path forward
Grey hair has arisen, where is my getaway?
Eagerly flee what's in your nakedness
Spot your own hidden vices and weep
Also, cognize your sins before the final count
What you willfully did must be called to keep
The gatekeeper points are futile if ignored
Now we agnize that whiles aren't deceiving
Undeniably, the soul within is mysterious
You will sway it despite its advancing
You yearn for the moral hubris of your stance
Its fading thrill is its final track lodging
Written: March 14, 2022
The gloomiest story bore me back to those days.
Profound despair overtook me as I listened endlessly.
As I sank, you asked to heed my moving words in agony.
This time, it's for someone else's benefit, not mine.
To be correctly cured and to agnize how much you listen.
I'm merely hoping and praying for a desirable outcome.
My reckless burning bled as much as visible emotion.
I'm absurdly begging for another chance of motion.
Written: December 19, 2021
Life can be compared to a cunning fox,
We often need to cogitate out of box;
Showcasing our cleverness.
Death can be compared to gloomy songs,
We need to surrender as the time bongs;
Accepting with braveness.
Life and death are non-identical entities,
We need to agnize, there aren't immortalities;
Relenting sheer earnestness.
28-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Third place in the contest.
Note:Triple Stanza Couplet Tail-Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Charles Messina
You're being fallacious, saying I still loved her
Accusing me of falsity to prey on emotions
When it was really you, whom I truly admired
But you ran for the exit, way before we tried.
When I first met her, in a chance encounter
Dazzle me she did, with brilliant scarlet colors
Sharing with me how deeply she yearned more.
Charmed by her visage, I let feelings ride
Being curious to agnize, why did she tantalize
Flirting with my eyes, resting on my vibes
Floating on my air, charming my universe,
Till I saw him with her, inciting me to bewilder
Who was that man, who held her in embrace
Taking boldly my place, while kissing her face.
As I felt all my oxygen eviscerate from lungs
Spinning like a vortex, my emotions whirled
Taking a plunge into abyss of the unknown.
I didn't see it then, this is how my story ends
Perhaps it's best to skip reasoned arguments,
Especially those love doesn't comprehend
For in matters of heart, logic seldom helps.
June 17, 2017
Eight word challenge 7-- by John Hamilton
Agnize = to be fully aware or cognizant
Yes, I have forgotten...
Those morning greetings, those good night wishes....
Those eternal calls and those countless messages
Baby, they now live only as the stories of your ditches...
Yes, I have forgotten
The lanes we rode, the jokes we cracked
The arguments we had n the burgers u unpacked
Baby, they were just the bits of your faked act
Yes, I have forgotten
The pranks you played, the kisses you made
The hugs you shared, the love you portrayed
Baby, I now agnize, were just for ur part time trade
--Saba I Khan
Can you look out the window of your apartment
and say to the lone tree down the street,
“There’ll be no kittens on your branch today.”?
Or coax a raindrop to fall forthwith up,
back to its gray-blue consort
just to save a grownup rose’s precious petals?
I know the latter’s way too easy; so easy…
Can you advice excited stars
to untwinkle missed flickers of skylight
all for a blind man’s sake?
You do agnize it makes no difference, huh?
So might you try mustering words for this.
To make just what you think is best.
Then -
Why not put your spectacles away?
Or lay naked with emotions?
Why read the paper indoors
when light is out in the open?
Now I declare:
We’re lions with big game to catch;
what matters is the opinion of the pack
and what’s essential is the pride’s nod.
Now look out your window.
Let sunshine pierce through and for once
say to the tree down the street,
“I’ll grow branches for you today.”
An Antique Clock, a familiar place
Gathers dust -
and rust
But three gold chimes which hang lo' face
As Its hands go 'round
Familiar sound repeats
The pendulum, "to -fro, to - fro"
of-time, out-of-rhyme
Honestly - slo'!
ten minutes?
A top o'clock, a world of stars
Continues tickin', like an old pro
Ne'er been moved, of fear, to break
Age- two hundred years?
Many Times, might've sold
Yes priceless, to behold
Any replicate, fake
Singin' - ringin' steady tune makes
Tick-Ding - Tick-Ding
Agnize it's noon
A few minutes, give or take
Envision the hours spent
As Time-keeper - Grandpa King
The years pass -
minutes, sent, spent -
from high
Overlooking
generations -
relations
Happily observe, some with disdain
Hundreds passed, a handsome piece
Nephews, a niece
children-Grand, great ones, too
Sons, daughters, lovers, and well
A place to dwell
If only we knew -
what this "Granddad" would tell
Memories, millions are they
As seconds continue to play
and Centuries travel...
Endless, where has it been, where...
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