two wings and a spirit of grace
aerial ventures, I better brace
portals venues open space
time slows down we embrace
suddenly ascending a staircase
I espy an Angel, made of lace.
Categories:
ascending(a), analogy, angel,
Form: Rhyme
Constructed, casting a common customary cornerstone
Sublime, super-strong skyscrapers successfully survive
Like many other matters, aren't these too destruction-prone?
They break and fall, partially or wholly, like a beehive.
Composed creatively; catchy; captivating; classic
Mysteriously melodious; maddens many minds.
Wafts in waves as each notation of it is dynamic
Which music, yet, perpetually its prominence finds?
Doesn't the bright sun withhold its vigour in the evening?
Doesn't the waxing moon gradually find its wane too?
Doesn't each flower that blooms fade, having lost its gleaming?
Isn't, like summer or winter, the fall too season's due?
Anyone ascending a ladder should descend as well.
If there's a merry marriage bell, shouldn't there be a knell?
Categories:
ascending(a), change, life,
Form: Sonnet
They had for him come in a cab:
Mister Sabinus for short, Sab,
A guy with the gift of the gab
To receive wounds or the wounds grab...
If only he'd leave fast - A Crab!
He'd prevent what handkerchiefs dab,
His movements had often been drab,
For which reasons they could him nab
And over hand him to Wahab...
Luckless chap for Torturer's Lab,
For boxer's blows and waiting swab;
They shall this celebrate with tab.
No god greater than their Wahab...
More and more sweat on Sab's poor neck,
On a spot imaging the wreck:
"Scream after ascending a deck:
I did not a woman's cheek peck;
Men need to know who's being tortured
Plus the guys who had it nurtured".
Categories:
ascending(a), bullying, character, death,
Form: Rhyme
What I told Bill
My voice unchanging and shrill
Was about life in water necessitating gills
And the ones on fire, grills
The left spaces for man to fill…
And it should be mainly about his will
But not less intensely his zeal
The same I had disclosed to Jill
But it didn’t him at all thrill:
On some angered bottle spending a dollar bill
And glumly ascending a closely bill
From his valley-sited vacant mill
Always life depicting as The Still.
Categories:
ascending(a), analogy, creation, depression, education,
Form: Rhyme
Alone in blissful radiance
Awakened inner sentience
Feels the bliss current
Ascending a steep gradient
As we observe
Without reserve
Our trust childlike
Allowing the bliss spike
A natural miracle
Water seeking its own level
Within
21-August-2020
Categories:
ascending(a), spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Grenfell tower
ruptures the horizon,
London's skyline is scarred
like a blackened diplodocus
or a charred monument
for a laconic London bridge
still burning
But look,
linen wraps its iron-bones
mumifying the city's underclass-
an icon for future generations
oppressively,
grief hauls a heavy granite cross
as sharp rocks splinter shins
then whips wheeze
winnowing breath
ascending a modern Golgotha,
who unleashed this hydra 's fury
whose black breath incinerates
the once laughter of our kindred?
As family once sung at Christmas,
they now hear
the endless screech of sirens,
the contagious roar of conflagration.
Is London another Guernica?
trodden by apocalyptic steads
with mothers cradling dead infants,
rocking their limp limbs
in a deep dirge to red-fired skies,
furnaced by council fascists
as politically the city is fractured.
An emerging phoenix will sprout,
magenta winged against black,
from this burning pyre, a reincarnation.
a rebranded London is reborn
perused by the London Eye
ever vigilant but now blindfolded
observing justice for the unheard
and voiceless minority
as a terrible beauty is spawned
Categories:
ascending(a), social,
Form: Free verse
A Nation's Soul Bleeds
By: Tom Wright
11/7/01
Neath her fury,
was a soul cloaked in temporary jubilation.
'Mongst minds eye, came notions of revenge.
Whilst chill of night haunts her soul,
days are spent parting cobwebs, trying to validate life.
She envisions life as no more
than hyssop colored grass yielding liquid prisms.
Whilst pondering her haunting mystery
there came an inversion of herself,
ascending a timeless rope, into an abysmal pit.
The domain of nocturnal nations
whose spirits are in states of distress,
and there shall be gnashing of teeth.
Categories:
ascending(a), bible,
Form: Free verse
Jesus called a child to him and said:
"And who shall receive one such child in my name receives me."
And so love the children
Love also the grandchildren.
For in ways life is a great circle.
We arrive at the start of the arc
And we are children.
Thus begins the journey of life
As if ascending a rainbow.
It should not come as a surprise
That as old ones we can communicate
So well and so clearly with the young.
Thus now the circle is complete
And we return to our very beginnings.
As we are in unison with the children.
Our hands entwine
In understanding of love
Having completed life's orbit.
Categories:
ascending(a), age, analogy, child, love,
Form: Blank verse
I saw them in the sunlight hovering
above the fragrant bushes on our street.
So many different hues of them! It was inspiring.
Beautiful bright ballerinas drawn to scents so sweet
were for me a wondrous and surprising treat.
So many kinds I witnessed; some rather large, some small.
On one shrub were butterflies pink-winged, but mostly blue.
Across the street were some that seemed dressed up for the fall
with golden flecks and orange streaks; then right around me flew
a group of twirling black-striped green ones ; soon my wonder grew!
Mysteriously, each multi-colored group began to drift
together with the other groups, but why? I only could surmise
that when I saw them all together readying to lift
into the sky, it was a gift meant only for my eyes -
art in graceful motion ascending - a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Written May 14, 2016
Categories:
ascending(a), butterfly,
Form: Quintain (English)
majestic he seems, staring down at me
with provocative, charcoal-cavern eyes
challenging me to forge upward
massive boulders, slippery streams and fallen trees
arduous obstacles he puts before me
shall I take his dare
perhaps ascending a few steps closer
to cerulean heaven
reach out to touch the kaleidoscope rainbow
an arc above this complex journey’s struggle
or is communing with the universal consciousness
beyond reach
will I step, slip, stumble and fall
if I climb, seeking to prove myself
finding visions of self awareness
as he urges me on
only to wonder why I see nothing but myself
in a shroud of misty gray loneliness at the peak
far easier it would be
to lay my head upon the verdant meadow’s grassy pillow
content to admire him from afar
rather than challenge myself to win his approval
gratify my ambitious nature
what satisfaction will come
if I remain complacent in my life’s lackluster station
never growing, never knowing
what might have been
if I’d listened to his provocative voice
Categories:
ascending(a), introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
When passion roars
in our bosoms
for mounting on horseback
that breaks through fortresses
or mounting a cloud
to plant in its whiteness
the banners of madness
or ascending a star
to break in its space
the barriers of silence
it’s alright to search for a myth
in whose folds we tuck
a few details that
make known our presence
that they may
give a couple of sparks
or light up a couple of candles
or add a couple of sentences
to the lines of our life, confined
between two moments of the spirit’s manifestations
the moment of its rise
in a dumbfounded embryonic lump
and the moment of its convulsion
in a conquered heartbeat.
(Translated from Arabic)
Categories:
ascending(a), inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Alizarin azaleas
in the myrtle moss
where my flax feet cross
to the saffron sand,
in my magenta mind...
Beneath a cerulean sky
where the fuchsia fowl fly
to a haematic horizon
for true lavender love,
with my turquoise thoughts...
Ascending a viridian vortex
was my amaranth amour
with its vermilion vim
to your henna hands,
from my hazel heart...
Such silver sincerity
fades to xanadu xenon
as your damson dissent
shoves the taupe truth,
down my thistle throat...
Umber unanimity
in my wisteria world
has turned my crimson comfort so,
indigo.
Categories:
ascending(a), introspection
Form: Alliteration