To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!
Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth
Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.
Though I can't attend your wedding party yet,
My respect and admiration for you are great.
Invited, I let my inspiration flow like a vast lake,
I'll write this dedication on paper and then send.
I won't hide anything from you as usual,
A land of feelings, a sea of verses casual.
Let me dedicate a poem to your ambition,
As if it were a party of mine, to mention.
What you sow, that’s what you’ll reap,
Children learn all they can from home.
It doesn't matter that clothes are expensive or cheap,
The matter is what values you are bequeathing from.
We are both hail from the same village,
A valuable, respected pair in the community.
Dauther makes clothes, if she sees her mother,
With a father, the son will conform to unity.
Your deeds resonate in the hearts of people,
You are the descendant of the land you come from.
May the young ones' household be strong and stable,
May God bless it and bring prosperity to them.
If you catch the scent of grandchildren in the future,
That’s when true happiness will come your way.
If anyone asks who wrote this poem of nature,
Say the author is Aibek, my friend, by the way.
Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.
Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.
Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.
Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.
It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.
I think of those I knew who’ve passed
And what they’ve left behind,
Impressions that remain engraved
In caverns of my mind.
Perhaps just an expression
Or some laughter we once shared
Or a reaching-out connection
Where our truest selves were bared.
I conjure up some habits
That endeared or else annoyed
Which, for reasons I don’t know,
Have yet to vanish in the void.
We write our wills, bequeathing
What we treasure to our kin,
But the best of us we leave behind
Is what resides within.
When Will is aligned beyond free will
Will Humans Be On A One Will Drive
That is One perfected ideal condition
Not to be confused with bequeathing
Will is motivational inherent strength
Is told will is a power at the very core
Is will motivation, is it thought or else
Is will impulse, particle, light or wave
Will is not intuition or instinct is a guide
Focus One pointedness eye of the bird
Ways to explain why stay with just One
The One is expressing ‘Self in every cell
Quest remains how to find that one One
Many a techniques yoga tantra devotion
All the above and more all in accordance
The one common resource is Connection
Drink from the source connect allow flow
Allow it to seep into every pore saturating
Every cell is alive in awareness has A Will
Recall train every microabode our tiny tot
Cells filled pulsating vibrating alive Being
Operates at best when on One Will Drive
All will aligned to One Lone Cosmic Will
When Willl is aligned beyond free will
Will Humans Be On A One Will Drive
luck is the wave emitted by design
it loses itself in the wake
that wanders into the horizon
never to be heard from again
questioning only drives away
the purpose behind acceptance
there are things in this world
that just are
why i see myself
when i touch you
as a falcon perched upon your wrist
a bond deeper than Earth can hold
a knowing only a universe
could ever really understand
where frailties find no purpose
the bonded find all the answers
when i touch you
i am the falcon upon your wrist
luck is the wave emitted by design
the gift of death
is in the kiss bequeathing eternity
long promised within the birth
luck in the wave of design
have you ever been working
lost in the lines, come to realize
there is another guiding the dice cup
OKC 10/22
Back to back we stand staring into the future.
The moon loves us for it is dead-eyed and alone.
Long or brief all days dwindle, while nights row us back
over that vast seas we arrived from.
Faces blur, after-mages blanch,
we both recall the same lovers -
for are we not all ‘I’?
‘You’ and ‘your’ a mere pretense of duality.
Lovers filled our own footprints,
yours came to you weeping, mine left sobbing,
our tears are formed in the same deep wells
of hope and regret.
You are seeking an horizon perhaps;
for a while you see a shadow-man
slipping underneath a sunset.
Don't follow, don't go that way,
tomorrow, if it dawns for you,
will be the gift only you can give
to I.
When I ruminate in trepidations forlorn,
Darkness traversed in search of dawn,
Vying fertile shores, oceans I crossed,
Nightmares that my dreams doled out;
Looking back now, how I fondly recall--
In those hardships success was born.
As I watch frigid woes glinting on snow,
Winters that melt and in rivers flow,
Parched-leaves tinting autumn’s glow,
I wonder how seasons in throes know;
Behind clouds of despair rises arc of hope.
When I spend today in tempests bygone
Brooding in defeat of conquests lost,
Yesterdays that were callously tossed;
I once again follow footsteps of the past
Imprisoning my triumphs of tomorrow
Arresting winsome ambitions of now.
Learning the lessons from where I was
I reassure anxieties perturbing my life:
Travails of turbulence won’t last long,
For a darkest night too brightens in dawn,
A rainbow forms after a storm is gone.
So, I clasp the hand of a leisurely walk
Unfettered by constant tick of time clock,
Passionately answering call of my heart
Bequeathing moments that forever last.
August 8, 2022
Placed 1st: Free Verse -Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
All beginnings secret their end
The life we are given is taken
The love that we hold fades
We inherit the atmosphere of ourselves
While we breath-in the pandemic of beautiful existence
Its loveliness, a ghost of subtle enigma
Appear as angels who dance in our dreams
Saving the grace of our celestial hearts
As we bow our heads
Then lift our eyes to the heavens
We plead for the joy of being
Bequeathing a home within ourselves
As they welcome us there.
August 5, 2022
As I Dream Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
death can never cease to exist
what lives in my every moment
the softness within her eyes
a light brush of a hand
taking my breath away
lips as doves landing
upon mine
a smile bequeathing me purest of joy
become eyes shuttered in ecstasy
death cannot take away
what heaven will return to me
for an eternity
it becomes awaiting the dream
a day closer to you
death will never perish
my reason for living
ask Mrs. Muir who waits on the balcony
if matter never perishes
what more can i add to the gift
that lives forever within love
or in my every heartbeat
OKC 2/18/22
Jocular jokester jetting past Jib.
Joyful juggernaut jousting in jest.
Benevolent benefactor beseeching baby’s bib.
Bequeathing beloved blue beret, belly button the best.
After all these many years, I've still got much hair
Must thank Mom and Dad for bequeathing my share
Of gorgeous white locks
It totally rocks
Ladies clamour to check out my other wares
Those who do not die are known to live beyond the veil
disheveled in the light like a Polaris star
that lusters in the sky with gaseous shine;
Although some stars are known to die very fast and very young,
there are others that remain as constant as the Northern star;
My dream is to arrive one day inside my Father's House
a methuselah star of old light years away from birth;
Oh how I wish to be the signage of His requiem,
the agent of His blaze, the one that makes things visible.
A gleaming star bequeathing light to all who perish in the night
For those of them who live beyond the veil and never die
like the Archangels "12", I do in askance ask,
how long must I live in this heathen town, without His Godly gown.
November 7, 2020
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: There Is A Star With My Name On It
*Methuselah star : Researchers say it can be as old as 14.5 billion years,
but that would make it older than the calculated age of the universe? ...
Read a folk tale to my grandson
In which kindness’ reward
Was, whenever the young maiden spoke,
Pearls from her mouth just poured.
Her evil sister’s punishment
Was toads instead of pearls,
The moral fairly obvious
For little boys and girls.
My grandson liked the story
And he understood the gist
But I realized there was something
That he likely might have missed.
For a pearl was unfamiliar,
Both in value and in looks
Though it sometimes does appear
In older fairy story books.
So I took my grandma’s necklace,
With its pearls, so white and cold,
And I held them to the camera
For my grandson to behold.
When bequeathing me her pearls
My grandma couldn’t have a clue
They’d connect to someone great great grand
And more than earn their due.
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