His pedigree
was his degree
Rhodes scholar selection
Yet once in the fray
he was easy prey ~
Mettle, reality assayed
Words from within, driven by their desire,
To free themselves from the cage they're kept.
Neither cold, direct or burning fire.
They need to be linked by fluid concept.
I have no words of wisdom to give.
As all far short in their written verse.
Thoughts once silent from moments you live,
Can be a blessing, can be a curse.
To be an artist, to paint with word.
Create a story to be felt when read.
The author's vision, in one's head is heard,
Assayed by their weight from scales in the head.
I'll share these thoughts and advice to you.
Whether a writer or a poet to be.
The words have been around, none are new,
It's how you free them, so more agree
5/15/15
contest.. words of wisdom and advice in verse
The river is at autumnal peace
The spring runoff months long past.
The sun has mellowed, shrinking shadows.
Birds that once graced this glade
Have assayed the air and arched the horizon.
There is a gentleness in grass and tree—
A gentleness that reminds me of me.
My life’s season too is settling up,
Signed by silent, sober resignation.
What I once was, I am no more
My river has slowed to a feeble flow.
Legs that once fit me to jump and leap
Now struggle my balance to keep.
I see in nature’s changing trappings
Reflections of what is afoot for this form.
All of God's living things signal a cycle
Of orderly, ordained necrosis and renewal.
The river and sun and grass and tree
Are of the nature that is a part of me.
Sleep-needful eyes too heavy one day
Will tearlessly close in all being’s way.
I do not abhor the closing of the door.
My angel Mother whispered "there is more."
First time thou opened thy eyes,
thou started to cry,
First time thou stood on thy feet,
Fell on clay, when assayed to fleet,
Thou first day of the school,
Sojourned puling on the stool,
First ever exam of thy life,
Graphite refused to write,
Numerous first times when thou tried,
still couldn't ride,
But thou hast never given up, strived again,
& cemented thy reign,
Then why should thou quit, if thou failed in first love?
Indeed Thou won't hold gloomy memories & blub,
Love is everywhere & will be eternally,
Until thou succeed, just give it a whirl sequentially .......
I wonder the words to pen here,
Once I said you those three words
And you assayed a story thereafter.
Few letters were found brushed off
Few were found bedded with dusts
Leaving rest of the pages tore apart
Where the letters within... were lost somewhere.
Thenceforth I sought to pen few new stories
I found those same letters were repeated
From the unsanded story ...
That we once secured to write together.
Yet I tried to perceive few fresh letters
ANd there I was perplexed
When those letters synonymised
The letters...those were lost somewhere
When the pages of the unsanded story were tore apart.
Once I tried to pen the same old story
But thence you already composed one of yours''
And thereafter I left it incomplete
Yet penning it with few scattered letters
And mindless words.
You seemed to pen yours" with melodic words
And I lamented mine,
You were blessed to revive with a new life
And I was cursed
Still searching for those letters...lost somewhere.
Yet I pray to be blessed with those letters
So that I can pen it again...
I just need to find out those same old letters
But here I need you
So that I can assay the same story hereafter.
Little did I know you were to take me.
Over and over I did fall. And never relenting.
Verse after verse I wrote to your admiration.
Everything I saw was inspiration towards you.
Last week, I got your letter to me.
Over and over I did read. My tears flowed.
Vaguely I understood your statements.
Engagement was breaking me in two.
Last year, you got married away.
Over and over I have cried. I want to die.
Vindication is not possible. You hurt me.
Evacuating you from my mind is the only hope.
Leaving my whole self behind is hard.
Over and over I have assayed. Too much of me was you.
Vying against my own self is destroying me.
Emancipation is my only hope. Goodbye.
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