party morning
and we have ascribed to you
your inapprehensible walking
except by lucky guess between
these hedgerows
in languages so far distorted
among dragonflies and flies
we are closed distance
as those houses missing
after the excavation
Categories:
ascribed, anger, angst, anxiety, art,
Form: Shape
The thought process of people starts at ground zero.
Being born to people the level of knowledge varies.
Is it possible for a person with so little ascribed status to achieve the status of a hero?
This level will depend on the person's desire.
Would the person like to be a clown?
Would the person want the textbook?
Would they like to make the world frown?
Would they instead take their life to improve upon their look?
Heroes are born out of strife and desperation.
Platinum and golden lives are the mere slaves to which the commoner gawks!
Looking at false artistic beauty and the beauty of a false member of Club 700 is not desperation.
It is the false credits of lies that these members take to our heads with a bat!
A zero to hero is easy when the person adds more to their achievements!
It is destroyed when the person looks at their life with bereavement!
Categories:
ascribed, deep,
Form: Sonnet
ILLUSIONISTA
virtuoso
foreshadowing
to
deceive
with
perspective
pretensions
in
highlighted
actuality
ascribed
by
the non existent
quantified
with quadraturistas
Categories:
ascribed, art,
Form: Didactic
So why is the race of man and god
Ever selfish and without remorse,
Why do they often stand idly by, watching as one is beaten and bruised.
Mentally and physically abused. How cruel these days are.
So much so the angels cry tears of silvery clear,
In sympathy for what the child of the divine had received
Such pain and torture that no man may understand or succeed with its suffering
Woe betide the con of man to whom all chaos is ascribed.
With only one main sun and the light of hundred stars.
To light the way forward through the dark abyssal times
When all is abandoned why does it hurt to be alone
When it’s the matters of the family.
How much more must I hurt.
why oh why does it hurt when clearly they dont care”
I ask myself this everyday
Staring at life under a tree veiled in silvery tear drops.
Categories:
ascribed, depression, mental health,
Form: Free verse
Noumenon
silence is the mother of wisdom
close and warm polished and strong
within that wet darkness
a harsh metal bloom is born
spiral vapors churn around it
how to even think
about what cannot be in thought
ascribed as real or not
the chain becomes a mirror
slow motion rain slides down the glass
I've lost my place
crossed out miles of tangled verse
"thing in itself"
unknown pure irrelevant
trapped before and after the narrow now
no descent into description
can shape your perfect skies
no simple hope or fear
will dim your gentle eyes
Categories:
ascribed, confusion, language, lost, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream;
I keep struggling to swim, through poverty.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!
Waiting on turns, enrage hope's light agleam...
Shinning possibly of luck's entirety:
Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream.
Yet hustling nonstop makes me unrest beam,
That shoulders bills of daily liberty.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!
Promote me to classical lifestyle's scheme,
Which would simply interpret repartee:
Laziness ascribed my tryouts to stream.
I am dying for a rest: hoo-ha's scream...
Both day and night, to secure property.
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!
And make G.R.A my abode as deem,
To rest troubles went through at puberty.
Laziness ascribe my tryouts to stream,
Take me out of waiting on ghetto's dream!
Categories:
ascribed, anxiety, art, childhood, freedom,
Form: Villanelle
The loud threats on the doors inscribed
Were from a Union just proscribed
For struggles it bloodshed prescribed,
And for them four Networks subscribed.
A group the men on top proscribed
But still with men she neatly bribed
And to them The Cheating described...
A clique the falsest strength ascribed,
Though parading some fierce scribes,
A lot profiting from mere vibes...
Her threats on doors in each walking street
Merely breathing the Vainly Sweet
Categories:
ascribed, cry, people, political, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Your First Breath
David J Walker
Should I try
To name and number
The nameless days and
Numberless nights
I am
Another beginning
A being
The alpha and omega of
Another day spent
Remembering each morning
Each new day forming
Less of sight
and more of scent
I am
Another descending
evening
Riding the tide
of another tonight
guarding the dwindling
visions of vestige
The mellifluous homilies
Ascribed to the bright
Colored lights
Of the moon
I am the nameless
you will never know
living and dying
believing and loving
fearing and toiling
long before you
have come to take
your first breath
Categories:
ascribed, allegory, analogy, future,
Form: Rhyme
A common misconception God can do anything,
That nothing is beyond God’s power to achieve
I hope you’ll excuse my examples on the wing,
None reflect on God, in whom we should believe.
In truth, God cannot create an unworthy soul.
To do so would be the antithesis of His nature
Because all souls reside in their creator, whole,
I say, possessing, like God, an everlasting future.
God cannot do evil actions; God is entirely good,
No evil can be ascribed to, or blamed on, God,
Be assured, God always does what He should
I am convinced nothing from God can be flawed.
God cannot hate those engaging in wrongdoing
For “hate” is not in God’s vocabulary; God is love.
Hating would be a totally unimaginable viewing
From our Creator’s unique position here or above.
God can’t make a stone so large He cannot lift it
Is the old seminary truism for consideration
Which can be debated in the most erudite skit
I’ll leave you all the above for your deliberation.
Written August 3, 2022
Categories:
ascribed, god, irony, perspective,
Form: Quatrain
I
This poem us based on Scripture, Ephesians 2:6, usually the author ascribed is Paul.
II
We participated in his life
And especially his death
A mystery, gift melting strife
Through Spirit of God, divine work
Now, as he rose, we rose as well
Again a great and sublime mystery
Relation with heirs helps spell
Out how we thus live above misery
Categories:
ascribed, bible, christian, identity, inspirational
Form: Free verse
A bouquet of the vestiges of our gall
An aroma that we all parade
With an essence we can't abate
One day it shall encompass us all
For we are inevitable to the fall
And that sinewy scent gives us no shade
From that quietus, not willing to fade
But when we enter the gates, we shall be shawled
Let that last fragrance trumpet our arrival
As we cross the everlasting sea
Cause those that greet us are only tribal
But if your name is ascribed in the book of the bible
The the scent of quietus will set you free
For only our transgressions, we are liable.
Categories:
ascribed, bereavement, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
The brown bear
During Yeltsin years when he sold Russia down the river
People in the west loved the brown bear
we patronized the Russian as vodka swilling village idiots.
The cuddly bear died, and a steely-eyed fox to the helm
and the Russians was no longer cuddly.
The Russian federation was no longer willing to play
the game ascribed by the western press no longer willing
to be pushed around and laughed at.
Putin, the fox, turned Russia into a modern state that has
a modern army that is powerful if stirred by the west.
Russia wants peace but does not like the encroachment
by NATO/US, that is like Indians in western movies
encircling the wagons.
Putin, president of Russia, vilified by the western media
and the EU, ain’t forgiving
even the capitalists know this and stalk carefully.
Categories:
ascribed, abuse, courage,
Form: Blank verse
Momentous meteor shower of words
Plethora of metered color absurd
Rainbows falling to the ground
With syllable shakes and bobo refrains
Lamentable lemon sunsets of pain
Our God stuns with just one sound
Err not, for he certainly beautifies
Wing’d articulation of butterflies
Enchanting chanting with wings
Whilst poet’s tongue sticks to roof of mouth
Or bathes in blather of love toward spouse
God’s glory the angels King
Our word counts we treasure and lock up tight
Iambic or free we type up all night
Impactful the sun and moon
God’s trophy ascribed sans paper and ink
Multitude of stars show’d off on the brink
In sacred immaculate swoon
8/21/2021
Categories:
ascribed, god, words, writing,
Form: Verse
Across the skies, suns trek on proven trails,
designed, without an option to switch modes.
From cold to warmer seas, cross humpback whales,
unable to replace their lifetime codes.
Assigned the tracks ants scurry with shared aim.
ascribed by nature, set by higher hand.
So why should humans not perform the same?
Alas, our shape of water has been planned.
Yet, man alone is capable of thought.
If only we could strip back our conceit,
and trace the reason why our life was wrought,
then inner self we're surely bound to greet.
If we believe that genius steers the stars,
the force of conscious insight then, is ours.
If we do nothing... then so are we - Guillermo del Toro Gomez
Categories:
ascribed, growth, humanity, life,
Form: Sonnet
An asteroid ascends;
Affects aphelion.
Anomaly adapts
An astral as ascribed.
Absolute accomplished
Auroras apparent
Art arranging above.
Written: 10/4/2020
Categories:
ascribed, sky, space, star, stars,
Form: Pleiades
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