He lost his cheque book
then blamed me
throwing all his disused newspapers around
Dementia was acting fast
I left, glad to disavowal myself
from this character change,
claiming he didn't want to see me tomorrow.
Availing myself to several phone calls
he eventually rang me
on my landline by mobile
and like a bad dream, venom's folly, was shot
To clasp in the arms
To hug the cherish of love encircling and enclosing it with readiness, availing I to hold in the embrace showing a sign of affection
To feel the pressure chest to chest like a girl singing cheek to cheek to a kiss of passion espousing opinions created by nature
This is passion of sharing fortunes, embracing wholeness with containment of something as a constituent
This a scope of statements defining faith and involvement
To accept willingly and enthusiastically, pushing aside traditions and pressing tightly the reunion of sparks
To receive and accept gladly, holding closely boarders of willingness and eagerness
Poet
Masego Nkuna
now
current, timely
maintaining, availing, receiving
moment, instant, consequence, impression
vowing, intending, deciding
constant, endless
never
Date created: 10/22/2021
Wondrous ignorant blindfold convenient,
beauteous ideal woven lenient.
Instituted wayward thinking,
availing woes spirits sinking.
Stretching heads unfailing blow,
the best of attitude to go.
Befriending death cares for all,
rising above the flaming small.
Knowledge from the skeptic side,
consecrated muse runaway bride.
Substance reasons such,
indifference of too much.
The doubted mind in chaos,
black hole attraction cosmos.
Riddles of enthusing world,
poor judgment of truth enrolled.
When comfort in every state attend,
bride and ego are best friend.
Passion fits in every age as hope,
fortunes by small difference scope.
The living unseen and unknown,
poor visions stage outgrown.
When a glimpse of our image is caught,
and miracles of heaven are sought.
The living world all in spirit benign,
expressing feelings and our art divine.
Grave Music- -
When I thought of music
Those the song never tuning
Musicians so are cocooning
Taking thy hymn from out my heart
That moment my soul grew routine
Just what does this mean
Grave music
The grave a funeral
I saw the composers
Music is dead
Yet we still sing
And so I screamed, 'Is that a psalm?'
The recurrent repertoire refraining
It was attaining
It was reigning
Grave music
Once upon a midnight splendid
My passion is a phonographic guitar
When I thought of the music
I awoke and flung the score
Much I marveled the ragtime bluegrass
By the grave I saw the artists
I heard a musical, copyright copyrighting
Deep into that darkness availing choir yet still praising
Singing my songs of songs
Grave music
I awoke and flung the voice I have dreamed of the soloists
Screaming aloud with pitch voice, my choice
Deep into that darkness playing
Ever praising yet
Still
Music
Grave music
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
All prevailing-
Availing pre of all beings and prevailing, beginning not ending!
MY MUSE
******************
My Muse, looks to the stars, for me, not herself.
I have the passion, the words I am failing.
Turns, whispers in my mind of treasures, loves wealth!
My words availing...
*****************
life is the two targets;
side of the palm
whether white or black; get warm
for side to stretch; side to relax a target
conceive concomitant combinations calm
black target; white target.
the mind to the side of the sound
availing the spacial in the profound
focus and averred
to all, and for all defend
it has no meaning; get ready.
A.A.A.H Ndokeji ShimbolyoNshimbe
(2017) Life is The Dying Sun.
Magnificent earth is heaven of mine
incredible wine of beauty is thine
wish of everyone to be permanent dwelling
leaves no more, death it chance of availing
If i am lucky to step into heaven
I would be on the clouds of eleven
I research on secret of it
I chase mystery of death with my wit
I construct a lift heaven to earth
I feel pride pioneer to invent route of thousands worth
I make everyone travel between two heavens
No passport no visa makes souls moven
No more worry No more fear of stranger death
Muse of heaven no more a myth
A crippling desire
Empty of meaning and depth
Hope of lasting fulfilment
That soon burns into soot
Aims for self importance
Though, that does not exist
And thoughts ceaselessly, craving nothing but
I want… I want… I want…
I want to be better than her
And also better than him
I want to have more than all of them
I require
I desire
I demand
Look at me
Idolise me
Am I not a godsend…?
It extorts one of reason
It smothers the inner shine
It dilutes intentions
Integrity starts to decline.
It makes the rich exploit the poor
The learned availing of the simple
The once was, a good friend
Ailing, without a cure!
Sleep deprivation,
Aggression,
Mood swings,
Depression,
Are only the beginning!
It is a deceitful word.
Why would want let you stumble?
When life is made to be simple!
Michael
Till lovers get nude by looks and kisses,
Cloths drop loose to desires that seek food;
Feeding the soul and the body,
Through dances on stages of love;
Giving fluid the score to take charges:
Then the waiting of formation by Destiny get ruled.
A chance to record a nine months progress;
By Divinity's will on what gender it could be.
Here Fate waits by Nature's office to propel the
wheels of the availing time.
Let us talk about ligation.
I don’t want to push the –
searing boundaries trumpeting
the sexual orientation.
The butterflies and bees
are disappearing. A petri dish,
a test tube and artificial
thrust through the red lights.
An unbroken promise
lies in shambles.
Availing something less,
had been beyond the topic
of returning back to home.
The desert blooms again
with indignant cacti.
Satish Verma
Your tight-fitted, neon-pink top glows in the dark surf,
While your fluorescent G-string sparkles in my brown eyes.
Each, firm buttock, the well-rounded quarter of savory Roe,
My raised shaft in mock-tandem salutes each, titillating swivel.
Your silver bangles reflect the golden sun beams:
Your silver locket refracts steam from my eyes.
Your lubed pigments with drying sun strokes bind;
My doting fingers carefully brush refinished surface.
Your silky, ebony locks morph into a shimmering frock,
Availing breeze bristles thread-ends against my chest.
Your polished legs are flossed by the foaming tides,
Tethering to my brawny sinews, coarse hairs lather.
Your tiny, nimble feet sweep the satin granules;
The winnowed seeds tenderly fondle my arched heels.
Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling
On mountain top high
Where delusions of grandeur fly
Superfluous pen grounded but spry
With ink stenciling the availing sky
Wispy clouds through portals do espy
The regal, azure fountain in scarab's eye
Golden beams vaporous plains do ply
With sultry steam airy canvas does dry
Jet stream's wistful currents solemnly sigh
As lingering, eerie presence of a train passed by
Descending to the valley low
Infused landscape portraits glow
Vicarious pen raised up on the gallows
To stitch tangible but fleeting shadow
Spindled meadows, with amber girth to hallow
Stinging nettles, thistles inlaid soft soles to harrow
Gilded Buttercups frill with radiant, golden bow
Alongside, faded Dandelion wheels dander strew
Beautiful, Monarch, sequin fans heated air bellows
Nearby, Great Black wasp pierces cricket with arrow
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