Voted for politicians,
Get blind ambitions.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !
And with no persuasion but thrill did I start off,
To speak of what ever this fairy desired to hear.
As soon as I was given the audience did I speak of what I held back as though I waited all my life to speak at that moment.
Inspired by her compelling grace and charm did I begin a tale that I deemed fit to be heard only by a few,
"Once", I began " in a land, lived a man who saw something he couldn't share;
A beauty he couldn't afford to tell about and a power he craved for only himself but he had to let go of his ambition and share with his people for they were lost before now and with what he knew things changed for good both for him and his people, which was a wonderful thing to behold and know off".
I spoke and said this little tale and to my surprise this enchanting fairy loved it through and through,
This is a relief I hoped for and I got a price too, her smile it was.
Some witches want to rumble
But they forget I believe the Bible
There are so many fights
Jealousy is alive but
I survive because of the Blood of Jesus!
I am coming as a Kingdom Citizen
The witches are citizens of darkness
Brokenness taught me never to fear a fool
Being cruel will catch up with you
The Word becomes fuel as
I unleash my ambitions as a teacher
Some witches want to rumble
But they forget I believe the Bible
I am fulfilling my ambitions
Because of the Blood of Jesus!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
They’d fallen in love
as some young people do—
so that lust might rationally increase.
Their bright, valentine-red-blood fairly beat for love.
It’s good that we can name a thing—
describe it and classify it, so it’s out there,
fact-like, in the flimsy, indefinite poetry-verse
It was a day for it, as the sun, that most followed star,
was a carnotite paintball-splotch against a sky stitched of turquoise
and the quality of the light was sentimentally beyond reproach.
Their gallant love seemed to cast a radiance too, a bright, collateral light,
which was of greater reassurance than any by-rote, muttered words.
No one denied the ambition of their love, it was both a mess and a revelation. And no one could pretend the moment was ordinary, that the atoms that spun and gripped our world together weren’t woven yet more inseparable by their union.
The greatest, alas, may choose to bless or deny that such a miracle as love, lasts.
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Songs for this:
Under Your Spell by Snow Strippers
You Can Have It All by Yo La Tengo
He was a success and on top of the world,
But his triumph came at a great price,
Had stepped on too many lives,
Up the ladder to the top.
He sat behind a big mahogany desk,
And soon knew he was over his head,
Was not prepared for the task,
For someone at the top.
Tried to hide the big mistake by pretending,
But all the executives knew,
It was just a matter of time,
Before he would be through.
He was among so many that greed has warped,
Ambitions and skill could not support,
But was promoted to the top,
Of his incompetence.
Blood on the ladder of success.
Not a sign of progress,
Whatever the worldview,
It’s a crime, nonetheless.
Wings are hard to fly
Not fair easy going home
Buzzing, lawless try.
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed
in young and tender years,
fall into drifting dust decay
then sadly disappear.
Are dreams to blame for broken hearts
and quiet hour’s remorse?
Or is the dreamer born of guilt
for veering from its course?
Are dreams unfair for rising up
to skies in brilliant hue?
Perhaps they take no time for thought
and ask too much to do.
But would a dream be such a thing
if every hand could reach?
What treasure would it bring to bare?
What lesson would it teach?
Oh, grant I pray that I should never
stand amongst the crowd,
and watch with idle faithless feet
while mundane cares enshroud.
No, I will dare to dream above
midst Heaven’s brilliant streams,
and quiet vigil watch and keep
til come… what comes of dreams.
Written: November 30, 2023
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Retain a firm belief in your dream.
When do ambitions could fail?
A shattered wing represents life.
An object of this sort can't climb.
Retain a firm belief in your dream.
Could aspirations ever fade away?
Existence is an abysmal desolation.
Thawed by the snow that dropped
We exploit her gifts, polluting, robbing.
Mother earth has a soul and we've
all heard her sobbing..
Too many species are now extinct.
We need to slow down, reassess, think..
Exxon, Shell, Chevron need new tools,
stop their reliance on our fossil fuels.
These companies must end their
greedy ambitions. They are responsible
for 71% of our global emissions..
We've known that it's coming.
Don't act perplexed.
We could be the next Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Man has been so blessed with this beautiful planet,
for goodness sakes, lets top taking her for grant it.
At the breaking of dawn
The first light of the sun arrives
Appearing in the sky
After long hours of darkness
Sleep and unconsciousness
Dreams and illusions
A new era dawns in
An era of vigours,movements and ambitions
Hopes and truths
Dreams fade and illusions die
And the truths wake up and dawn in
With the first sunray
As a great surprise
A new day and a new hope
Are born
For you
Many think of time as
pendulums and gears,
cycling spheres; orbiting
around, sun-ups and sun
downs;
I once painted a clown-face
for the moon, not in a mood
to tone-fully crone – my co-artist
thought me some non-romantic loon –
at the moment, seeing herself a
lush custard with a spoon –
My inclination to count only
Time's ticks and never the tocks –
do you know, grains of sand are only
Time's little rocks? Specks of what
are left of life's challenges – seconds
out of boulders; my defense for
sedimentary ambitions....
Man loves friends
Babies have toys as friends
Children have peer groups as friends
Young men like making friends
Friends can become spouses
Entrepreneurs have ambitions and dreams
as friends
Stars are friends of the moon
The splendid glow is the friend of sunset
The shore is the friend of the sea
We are friends of our grandchildren
Pets are man's friends
Only genuineness and sincerity of heart
Showing a true love
Only sincerity and cordiality
Is a sign of friendship
Everyone
Building wealth
Pursuing luxuries
May have long forgotten
Besides lullabies
Little cuddly babies
Cry for mummy and daddy
Besides ambitions and achievements
We need love and sympathy
Love for the valentines
Sympathy for the refugees
Besides love and sympathy
We need an elicitation of responses
For the deficiency and poverty
I’ll be panning for gold, the child told me.
I’m looking for shipwrecks, said another.
The third one was going to become an adventurer.
I felt relieved.
Glad they are not all three going to be influencers on Utube
Like the rest of the third grade class.
Except for Josie.
She is going to be a unicorn when she grows up.
A psychic I guess, the eight-year-old replied without any sass.
His future career is no way something to cover or hide.
I did not remark, or add a comment in any way snide.
So glad he did not want to be a U-tuber like the rest of his class.
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