Cultivating Change
...In the greenhouse of young minds, we plant the seeds of tomorrow,
Where knowledge blooms and awareness grows, we must not borrow
But cultivate a future, green and bright,
For the climate crisis lo...
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Categories:
appals, creation, earth, earth day,
Form: Free verse
Masquerade
...A colourful array of falsehoods
Intricately designed disguises
Fools, fortunes, phantoms
Masks clinging on their faces
Lives hidden away by an illusory veils
Veils that cannot be removed
Cann...
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Categories:
appals, extended metaphor, freedom, imagery,
Form: Free verse
The Call To Sleep, Saves
...For sickness, for weariness
What, more world-fatiguing
Appals, too brightly aware
Through hot self-accusing stare
Will to live bores deep in
Seductive as a whisper
The call to sleep, saves.
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Categories:
appals, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Self Appraisal
...instinct feral
animal urge
appals our soul
08-January-2021...
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Categories:
appals, introspection,
Form: Than-Bauk
Where Gargoyles Gather
...This land is my land
Happy place in this book of sorrows
Where gargoyles gather
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
And never have to prepare faces
To meet the faces they meet
Mostly because as faces...
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Categories:
appals, rap,
Form: Free verse
Down Comes Love
...Now I see the shadows on the wall
And in my heart. I feel the savage loss
Down I come, and with the dust, I fall
Once I scarcely saw the bad at all
And did not think of love and what it cost
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Categories:
appals, allusion, analogy, angst, care,
Form: Villanelle
How Is the World Now Ruled By the Debased
...The empty tomb is here inside my house
Not entire and not destroying all
This space where used to dwell my loving spouse
The consolation is bitter excuse
The loss of love, my future state...
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Categories:
appals, absence, allegory,
Form: Sonnet
The Wild Child
...There came no blackbird to nest in your claw-hand,
Kevin, or fledge a brood strange and sun-shunned
as you in the cold, cooped, dirt and straw
strakes where you lay down in first abandon.
Awake a...
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Categories:
appals, social
Form: Free verse