My heart sinks dire,
Blood clots forming a nest,
It almost seems impermeable,
Yet I’ve long been put to rest.
What’s seen as trivial-
My soul and heart whimper,
For a call, hope, anything to linger.
They seek out my amiability,
Along with sheets of tears and gold,
It almost seems unpredictable,
How one can make me out as so loved.
Please… listen closely-
I call out to you last once more…
On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
In this age of post-civility
not to mention post-amiability
I find most posts I read
full of hostility...
It's the era of post-biology
as well as post-ideology
'TBD Birth Certificates'
without apology...
In this, the dawn of pre-disintegration
along with burgeoning segregation
The most-maligned phrase in our nation
'merit-based evaluation' ...
So, into my bunker I prepare to hunker
and since I'm no spelunker
'A Century of Automotive Progress' I write -
from gas-powered clunkers
~ to EV junkers
“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than today.”
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Because I live, I am me, avid voice among the free,
Flexing freedom, defining contours of my dreams,
Ambling life’s prairies, rowing life’s eager streams,
Braving challenges, eying serene, hosting sublime,
Purposefully furthering life, with every tick of time.
Curious, conscious of the mortal world, I am aware,
Amplifying empathy, nurturing amiability, I care;
Not prone to seek hurdles, when faced I will dare
Maneuvering around the detours on life’s highway
So tomorrow would shine, upon my brumous day.
Witnessing travails faced, wishing for a fairer way,
Vying hope of rising dawn, exiting night of dismay,
Resembling urge of spring rooting in wintry decay,
Aspiring to a kinder world, short of goal, yet I wait,
To pluck fruits of morrow, negotiating course of fate.
April 12, 2023
Because I Live Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
“In Kindness we should be selflessness compassionate with sympathy
While understanding benevolences benignity friendliness in hospitality.
Amiability with public-spiritedness generosity with quality of being friendly,
Being generous considerate Always! In thanks giving being thankful for them
Those with kindness and in do we should support
So in kindliness goodwill affectionateness gentleness
Tenderness concerns care gentleness for our fellow man, unselfishness selflessness altruism compassion sympathy understanding big-heartedness courteousness in public-spiritedness
humaneness mercifulness decency love bounteousness as indulgence genuine patience
tolerance graciousness God is so lenience amidst His Jesus character humaneness
Mercifulness graces decency should be us selflessness compassionate with sympathy”
tolerance are those
that persistent their love for
humanity kinds
8/16/21
Kindness Poetry Contest
Haibun poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
D_Delightful and dazzling..
R_Romantic and refreshing..
E_Erotic and enchanting..
A_Afterglow and amiability..
M_Merrymaking and mirth..
S_Secretive and sparkling..
Where true peace for a few hours is,
And my poet soul for these blessed hours lives!
My glowing soul there to survive,
Wherein, it so longs to speedily arrive!
2/3/2021
~ 3 ~
Wear no long face
When storms rage in your space
Flying and crying you out of place
If you do
Like a cow you’ll moo
Shooting and hooting at the crew
You claim to train
With foibles you can’t restrain
With lower standards you strain
In muscles, corpuscles and bustles
Indulging in hustles
Egging you to tussles
You hardly believe worthwhile
Embracing a foppish lifestyle
As you claim to care for the poor for a while
Sneaking a surprise or a dose of gloom
When for the sake of the lake of doom
You elevate and fete misfortune in the room
That denies you peace of mind
When pride drives you blind
To become and grow unkind
Until an invisible hand
Teaches you to take an accommodating stand
In circumstances denying your pride the grandstand
That sinks the last nail
To administer a master class manicure the fingernail
Shining and gliding far better than the snail
You’d rather blessed and caressed humility
Stretching and fetching from your life adaptability
As you strive to promote amiability and its agility.
Benevolence was sought and was found with delight,
amiability with kindness brings me to my gentle knees.
With each stroke of good will my sadness does cease
and in the wretched darkness altruism brings light.
Selfishness with mercy always bring me pure ease,
a warm heart cannot be cold when given out of care.
I seek only clemency when life’s problems are not fair
and the ability to see the pain no one else ever sees.
One may be silent yet speaks volumes in his affection,
for there is nothing as rare as a special connection.
I show gratitude for him bestowing such geniality
and in return I give to him a heart of tender affability.
Qualities You Admire in Friends
June 21, 2018
Feelings fraught with fright fend off the fun
Facilitated in time to run with the happy aura of the sun
To lend an air of amiability that sends my bliss bend to niche number nine
Where I learn in earnest Fidelia is mine which is fine.
Feelings fraught with foibles foil festival frenzies
Fabricated by fads and duds that detest the sight of McKenzies
Alleged to smudge and disparage the image of the page
That flatters Fidelia and Delilah alongside their selfie stage.
Feelings fraught with fantasies freeze frenetic feats
Fidelia and I achieve as we arrive to scoff at seats
That promote the vote and mote to put us asunder
Though by dint of determination our marital management refuses to go under.
Feelings fraught with flux and bucks freeze freaks
Fidelia fights and finishes for several wintry weeks
To pave the way for the realization of our penultimate plan
To endorse essential events in the custom of our common clan in our vestibule van.
On the edge of the wedge between hope and despair
Heightened and strengthened by determination and devotion
To clutch at the latch of the batch where love fell into disrepair
My last portion of caution urges no precaution to enliven my love lotion.
On the edge of the stage beneath the beat of my heart
Laminated, exonerated and venerated by a warmth wall
Under circumstances that sentenced the love art
To a deficit of explicit exaggeration, I advance affection accrual.
On the edge of the page where age agitated for affability
In love libations lapped by listless lips and slips
Engrossed and embossed with the imprint of amiability
In the course of temptation, I try hard the termination of tension trips.
On the edge of the sledge enraged by my outage outrage
Felt, dealt with and knelt at the altar of Cupid
Whose arrows assuage the page of the sage
Whose magic wand lands lovebirds on a reconciliation rapid.
The day began an infinite sky of blue,
my gentle garden all tranquility;
soon the sky went grey and sun said adieu,
rain fell on flowers of fragility.
It was wild and crazy and the wind blew,
the rain came with amiability;
watching from my window this summer dance,
soon- I was in the storm to leap and prance.
_________________________
September 4, 2017
Ottava rima/Summer Dance
Copyright Protected, ID 937209
Sons Of Liberty
Samuel Adams was a most wanted man
In pre American tyrannical land
In insane taxes the colonies drown
They were indentured servants to the crown
The Redcoat aggression showed no remorse
Brotherhood was formed to fight back with force
Chorus
Hail, hail, the Sons Of Liberty
Hail, hail, revolution without impunity
Hail, hail, The Sons Of Liberty
Hail, hail show no amiability
Smuggling wine to the secret of the coin
Enmity burned over the Boston massacre
drawn to the resistance, patriots would join
Boston Tea party struck back at the master
Hancock and Revere, they took to the gun
The Sons fought fearlessly at Lexington
Chorus
Would secretly meet at the liberty tree
fabric they torn,new nation is born
They set the stage to the road to be free
fiery inferno, for Hutchinson foe
patriot or terrorist introspective
hero's who attain patriotic objective
chorus(2)
The fog that en laces
The lofty peaks
Shows its amiability.
The butterflies and bees
That collects the nectar of flowers
Quote its heart of sharing.
Through the enlightening face,
Through the sparkling
But sharp look
Of the son,
Flows out the mom’s love,
Concern and happiness.
The language of the heart
Of the mother
Comes through,
Gets life and sound
Through the lips of the son.
All the stalemates
Will become freezed
By the inseparable chain
Of their heart.
But the day came
When the murmuring winds,
And the chattering birds
Had to say adieu.
The mother’s heart began to burn
That pain dropped down
As the tears from the son’s eyes.
The lament of the blood
That flows through the nerve
Of his mom
Sobbed by the lips of the son.
At last,
The heart of the mother
That cannot speak out
The word-Goodbye
Find out a reason.
Loving and caring blood
Appeared on the babe’s body
Without even a small scratch,
Without any prediction.
But in reality,
The blood flowed out
From the vulgur and
Pitiable wounds
Of the true love
On the body
Of the source of love.
This is what the reason of love
Found by the heart is....
she gets questioned by her girlfriend
about her recent husband
(asks questions about how his business is
going, asks questions about their new
place)---
being young & all
she is grilled by the other
as to her plans for the future &
in comparison to her inquisitor
she feels the need to brag on a
bit about a
“possible future” not yet put in
motion
(hopes & dreams not discussed with
said new husband)---
this leads her inquisitor to get on
the defensive, though still smiling &
promoting the mutual amiability between
them
with her body language &
references to the past when they were
both younger.
and as if the two are both pocketing
their own score cards,
they scribble down inside their minds
those things that they must improve upon
within their individual lives
(after comparing themselves to each
other),
so that if they ever do meet again,
they will have the best chance possible
to one-up the other---
after all,
this is what friendship is all about.
Friends are priceless gems brighter than a meteor,
in our eyes they glitter as stars do;
keep on watching them...they will shine even more!
I have sought the most beautiful one,
in a universe so awesome and immense...
there it was all by itself waiting towards dawn!
Amazed by such loveliness and defined beauty...
my wish was to cradle it into my caring hands,
promising to keep it warm with my flame of amiability!
I gave that resplendent star a lovely name, " Eternal friend "...
the one that listened, smiled and responded tenderly;
if friends are priceless gems, why not love them until the very end?
My Dedication:
My poem is dedicated to Carol Sunshine Brown. Years ago she welcomed me into the Poetry Soup Family with warmth wishing me well. Her heart-felt words made me feel seven feet tall. Yes, her friendship is a priceless gem!
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