I miss the days of mine
I miss the old me which used to shine
Like a star with unrelenting light
But now I love the darkness of night
That old excitement of occasions
That large happiness in little things
And the pride in all my possessions
Made me felt like I had wings
I miss myself while caring a lot
Though aspersion was only something which I got
And so i preferred to change
Which resulted in seeing everyone's behavior so strange
My new version is not the worse though
They might call it toxic
but the truth is something which only I know
Inspite of all besmirch, my actions are still slow
Contributing in controlling my rage from being able to grow
'Peace over drama'is not only my aim to show
But also my wish exists to throw
That classics which have hindered my dreams
That fear of revealing my screams
Is no more alive
Just because I chose to live and not only survive!
And also because I preferred change in order to live
Live in way far more than better to survive
Cause it's only one life to apologize and rise!
One life to establish that home also called paradise
And when tragedy of life comes near
It's one life to end with goodbyes!
Resentment is a negative emotion
that casts aspersion upon others
when perhaps the fault really lies
in the depths of our own being.
Deceiving ourselves is a flaw,
one of our human imperfections,
while expecting too much of others.
Resentment leaves such a bitter taste.
Rancor inflames both heart and soul,
so, keep your ire under control.
Fear, bidding on your life at highest stakes,
Gives nothing in exchange, just takes and takes.
Its fake and false bravado, all man made,
Hides monstrous self in hideous masquerade.
The greedy vulture feeding off the weak,
Your fragile fits and foibles it will seek.
Will bite and hold you tight in evil scheme –
To taunt your mind and taint your self-esteem.
Will scrutinize each free breath that you take,
And cast aspersion on each step you make.
Look crippling fear straight in its wicked eye,
Articulate - your mind won’t be run by.
Strip Fear’s masque off your destiny for once,
Embrace life as it comes and take a chance.
Do not feed Fear’s lust and it will die
Shedding the shackles from you and I.
January 16, 2023
Why do some folks belittle an education
Looking down on those with degrees?
Jokes about the educated in circulation
Making learning like an unwanted disease.
Many smart folks are ashamed to admit
Their diplomas, degrees, and certificates,
For some will laugh, calling them unfit
Like they are unappreciated illegitimates.
All of us have some needed unique ability
We all make up our societies’ inclusion --
Some with limitations, others’ great agility
We must never on others cast aspersion.
Written August 26, 2022
Both desire and aversion,
cast on soul’s light aspersion,
egoic thought spirals of doom
allowing not bliss to zoom.
Habits we form, an anchor,
manifesting as rancour,
contracting joy in our heart,
till expectations depart.
Let interruptions delight,
for we see now by clear sight,
that earth life is but a test,
where love doth rise and fears rest.
18-August-2022
Loving you is my main mission,
I don't know if it's love or confusion,
But loving you is my only option,
Me 'n' you is real, ain't an illusion,
Coz I have seen you in my vision,
So am gonna love you with passion,
And leaving you can't be a decision.
Loving you has been my obsession,
You're my beginning 'n' my conclusion,
Please don't listen to hater's discussion,
Coz they will only be doing aspersion,
Just trust me, let there be no division,
Start the engine and begin the pulsion,
Till we grow old watching the television.
Together we will build a great nation,
And live in one of the best mansion,
Believe me you're my only satisfaction,
You're just mine without any competition,
I won't cheat coz you're my only attention,
I will love you and offer you my protection,
My life is a question 'n' you're the best solution.
©Kelmwa
Greta Thunberg
you have a heart of gold
unfortunately, there are those
with a heart, that is cold
You stand up, for what is right
using your proud voice
that helps us all fight
the human destruction plight
You have the support of your family
as they back you up yearly
and you have support of many
who are your back up family
You have the passion
when others, just want aspersion
as you care, about all life
when others, only care for their life
When you speak to the masses
I get chills down my spine
as you are so inspiring
with your honest logical thinking
Your care for Mother Nature
is all about our future
but the political economic culture
is ruining our agriculture
Mother Nature is life
and your part in our strive
is helping us with might
for our future to be bright
Greta Thunberg, thank you
you are a star, for all life
Never, Always, Sometimes
Stretched across the years of time,
memory plays hide and seek.
In the foggy daydreams, shadows find
early life rarely has a voice to speak.
Hidden in the quiet corners
low profile is an easy escape.
Never stepping boldly forth, always the loner,
and in hanging back it is best to hesitate.
Sometimes though, some inner spirit rises
and takes the dramatic leap forward
Voices shout speaking what the world despises
of life, liberty, justice is not just words.
Never do the masses speak in unison
always there are protesters an dissenters.
Deep in the thoughts of freedom lies the fusion
sometimes we only see the adventure.
Never is such a negative aspersion
drowning hope and dreams of life.
Always is too much an elaborate excursion
holding back for fear of the daily strife.
Sometimes, now there’s thought and possibility
that success can reveal it’s way
Sometimes then, there is less futility
in being self and loving every day.
Why are you so focused
on my little tiny failures
not on my overall grand success
every time I stumble
you seem to drag me down
with all your words of aspersion
I just slide further down
you criticize and vilify
as I attempt to overcome
every minuscule failure
As I see, every mark
adds color to the picture
but to you the world
is black and white
a charcoal picture
ally my attempts to add pastel
you have just deemed fails
you pick and I compare
I am trapped in a nightmare
as I neglect to overachieve extraordinary
Oh sing yon violin upon your strings
and play harps and lutes melodious things
come sooth my soul and for our losses
and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses
Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined
do cast your light and airy within our mind
so also to our agony do make us blind
where in time we shall life kinder find
Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course
lead me now away from paths remorse
fail not to impart joy and from its source
and to the courts whats odious I do divorce
and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions
unto the burial sites with their benedictions
the ends of tribulations on the morrow
as I have some aspersion to this sorrow
Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony
the golden strand in archetypes that be
fluid in the cups elixir we do drink
to shelter from woe and misery we sink
Clasp the inner man intone your song
return to us the living among our throng
embrace the consolation and hold whats dear
for upon us all this place draws ever near
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Auspicious August was a king of old,
who used aspersion as if it were gold.
Baron Aseptic, he declared: filthy,
and his best virtue, his asperity.
The Baroness called the king audacious,
her husband was very assiduous.
“He austerely cleansed all crime from his land,
King August could not claim something so grand.”
Though true, most ascribe her words to her end.
August assailed the Baron to defend
Pride and Respect. The Baron was astute,
killed his wife to appease the royal brute.
His atonement acceptable, the king
made him Groom in the princess’s wedding.
We may have had none, one, two, or more
Intricate mistakes we quell to adore
Unconsciously transcending perfidy from the heart
Counterfeit penitent that epitomizes the start
Remiss to the love that ensure no art
Mad that it happened, we wish it never did
We tried to intact the emotions that we hid
Until we hackneyed three words for bid
“I love you” manifest the aspersion for real
When the heart cajoled its life to kill
Moonlighting
In the moon year
I began to ponder
Of trial about life’s racing,
I thought of life and prayer
I thought of blessing.
Under the clean moonlight,
In the shadow of my hallowed skin
Where the bright moon manifest
And cascades down my path,
I went to the seashore,
Where the gay moon cast
Aspersion on the ocean face,
I saw the rising moon tide
Overwhelmed the uncertain starfish;
Back to where it belongs,
As the moon tide caressed my feet;
I looked at the meek moon
I saw a friend,
A body guard against the uncertain world;
The caressing moonshine catalyzed my dream,
I lay back on the sand
And i followed the lost moon.
Breath on skin
warm sighs tingle
titillate
Lips search curious
exploring flesh landscape
Traversing the beauty
laying light kisses as mementos
Bound only by interwoven fingers
Pleasure flashes white
...imbibed passion reflects from linen
aspersion illuminated glistening skin
Limbs tangled like beautiful bondage
succumbing to blissful hedonism
two making one mass of ecstasy
A feast, we eat greedily
glowing lurid seekers of sexual festival...
DYING OF ANXIETY
Very tall, I mean not too short
A Plump, you mean
No, of a slim figurative expression
Yes, but dark in body colour
Not light enough to lit
The room in darkness
Neither here nor there, is that!
Of the chocolate colour,
Is she hot-tempered, over-jealous or
Gentle like a dove without pretence
My head chorused at once
Still, dying of anxiety.
Does he have a beard?
Or his hair full of bush or baldness?
Is he looking mean
With a scaring scar on his face?
Or does he belong to the
“Lion Entanglement Tribe?”
Is he a man with a tender heart?
Or with a heart-melting gentle touch
Does he have a strong palm like the farmer?
Or snores like a pig while on a mattress
She sighed a breath of relief to the day to behold
As fear of the unknown grip her body.
As cock crows in the dark early hours
It’s a day off the d-day
The day of emotional confrontation
I smiled for the day to Romeo my Juliet
Suddenly, anxiety cast aspersion on my smile.
Alayande Stephen T.
5.44pm
12th November, 2007
It was inside an Ayobo vehicle, was going home for a revival.
Lion Entanglement Tribe means people with Tribal marks in Africa
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