Best Dissuaded Poems
She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.
The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green. A wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.
Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays' columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.
A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.
Once I wouldn’t dare to be seen
Without mascara and liner
Never doubting that my dreams
Were founded on these little things
Often I chose to just stay home
When I hadn’t showered
Or used a curling wand
I wasn’t vain, so I told myself
I just didn’t want to be seen
Without shadow and lip color
As time passed by me and I became
A few years older and less worried
About wearing faded jeans or loosely
Fitting T-shirts – I learned that
It isn’t “looks” which makes you
The woman who God anticipated
When He breathed life into you
Finally, without taking too much time,
I learned a lesson about vanity and pride
I discovered that wearing fuzzy socks and crocs
Made it clear to the world I knew
That I was someone who could say adieu
To the mirror from which I found, in all truth,
A bit of my hope being dissuaded and deluded
Into thinking that it mattered more to look the part,
Than to act the part of the woman God could use
Finally, as I bid my reflection good-bye
A new light began to twinkle in my eye
And I discovered that who I was inside
Was who made the best of everything I tried
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This love, more than a feeling, it’s twinkling
Like the purple blue on a mountain’s hue
Or lightest rain, trembling with truth, sprinkling
My heart with gentle dreams, yearnings ensue
This laughter, more pleasing than morning dew
Singing hope to the heart who’s dissuaded
Restoring wonder with such a breakthrough
Through love this awesome, joy is persuaded
This light, brilliant as the sunrise in June
Pours out peace, hope and grace throughout this life
Because my soul is restored, I’m immune
To the darkness of night, worry and strife
Due to the love you give so caringly
We shall live grateful and unerringly
love, laughter, light shift,
urging souls to grasp - wealth comes
from giving, blessing!
love, laughter and light silence the darkest of nights
How to make poetry ( meaning-full?) Well
Thats a paradox? As i percieve.' Oxy-gen--less
And debilitating..A most limited field
that
Appears to me.' If poetry is not
creative by
Its very breathing out..Then I'm a wombats uncle..' I should not need to even write such out.! If poetry is
mechanical.? Though mechanical
exists.' Then i'll go to
The bar today to drink alcahol yet not
with the target aim of getting, by
real awarness ( kissed?) And i mean drinking to exess here.!
So don't come the 'raw prawn' with me'
either
The poetry (is raw,) and exciting in
origen from its spiritual seas.' If its
Not surging through your being.? Then you'll never polish it fine ! You might as
Well start fishing..Minus hook net; spear
Or line' and if you are of such denseness
You might as well also try.' To stockade the sky clouds before morning, and in the
Evening redecorate the skies.' For if you
Are their costodian, then you'll be rather
Long in the tooth, I rest my thoughts on
True inspiration now, before some
might attempt in getting it bought.'
For poetry is
Not a commodity, it always speaks
for itself..It cannot be turned on, or dissuaded
From, as if it is merely a physical
Self.! For those who think better, and count
Each comma and letter ? Go polish curds
Or ammass all worldly wealth as your treasure.)
The wilderness in Arizona during cowboy days was for the adventurous to journey far away from their home front into the great divide where wolves and coyotes could take their lives. They were skilled hunters and master trappers that could spot a prairie dog close ready to go up their trousers. With two horses in travel, one for each, one would take a break to stretch a bit. The mountains appeared as a majestic landscape. Cowboys had made it to the badlands today.
Their journey for the common good and to find new country brought a mind-set and a certain hunger. Never to be dissuaded, even when one got discouraged, they will conquer their demons and be triumphant from their troubles. As they camped at night, they spoke on destiny. The altitudes they had to sustain were just an achievement once claimed. Why ponder on what could be lost when they came to summit? The acmes they face now. He stands to see the apogees and views the mountains before proceeding.
Cowboys in the badlands are oblique.
Cowboys in the badlands are circuitous.
Cowboys in the badlands are seekers of faith.
Today is a day not to abandon.
Two cowboys will become jovial and rich.
Cowboys in the badlands are self-fulfilled.
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 09, 2014!
IN DUE RESPECT (MY DUE RECOGNITION)
I am not that to my poetry.
We are.
But the thing is, we are not.
You are with me in spirit when I write.
I know this well because we speak into my mental environment.
When I publish my compiled poems in a poetry book, I am not the best seller being marketed.
How is this when you know the poems as I am writing them.
I am asked by my publisher will I use their tools to promote my manuscripts.
I did once and no one pay attention.
Does it make sense when the world knows who I am?
I tell you it is just a waste of money and I am, therefore, being scammed.
Moving mountains is what I do well as Andra Day sings.
Precarious times and perils of the world manifest the truth in that I write about life and things I have witnessed to.
Don’t I suppose to get recognition for writing so good?
Additionally, is it right when the Soup ignores my poetry?
They do not put me on the list of “Best New Poems” popularity.
Yet, I have my audience and I am read just as much as everyone else.
Thus far, I must let the Soup know that this list is incorrect.
Mountains I do not shy from.
I am to climb to overcome.
No reasons to be dissuaded by a lack of recognition.
My poetry is to be written.
It heals the troubled soul soothing the thoughts that ponders.
Political activism for the universe of people humanitarianly bonded.
I am a Poet and Philosopher growing stronger.
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Written July 29, 2016!
My incentive, you provide
Behind me, your seat was
My mind, stolen by your thought
To help was my ask, accepted you did
Animosity, was it all in my mind
A fool like me, you are not
Stressed was I, as my entrance was made
A book, had I ignored its presence
Claiming that difficulty, there was none
Your settlement, showed no panic
Stability, was yours to own
Calmness did your sight, share
My questions, did I pose
Seeking answers, was I not
Importance were they little, to me
Your voice, the only motive for my ask
To hate, you showed no intent
My ignorance had not dissuaded your care
Glances, did I steal many
Awkwardness was it a conception
Your beauty, a pride in itself
My wishes to bring back what was, intensified
A norm did I want renewed
Change was my belief, not you
To write my paper, were there no obstacles
My passion, no longer constricted by an absence I moulded
A shackled heart, unshackled by you being
Forgetting you, was a choice no more
Art would be nonexistent, if your image was smoldered
A driven pen am I, when my side is not alone
Confidence was my bask, a length
Idiocy had you relieved me of, through purity
My actions had you not reflected
A wrath remembered by myself, but forgiven in your eyes
Study did I, conceding that your genius was of heart
Whilst mine, a stem of love
Changed had my pen's drive, only
Dissuasion of my love, had I attempted through belief
Your sight a root of the potential, a fool claims
Another eccentric façade flows decadence
Beside yourself with a quaint mockery
Counting blessings you sought after a hummingbird life
Do the scars that you cherish set you free?
Escaping your feeble yet cynical pestilence
For my exuberance is tainted by thee
Go drink from the lake and drown your horses with shame
Hallowed by harlots they're cursing your name
Insanity sane insane sanity
Justified in lost memory
knock down the wall
Lose your mind and go soar
Many years waiting to wait many more
No one will speak your name
Once you are showered in shame
Please know I have lost a dear friend
Queensberry rules or a fight to the end
Roam the depths of mind
Share with me what you find
Time is no fortress
Undo all the lies
Versatility does not make you kinder my life
Why don't you twist the blade in my back from your knife
X-rays for my cancerous self
You have dissuaded with presence and stealth
Zeal for you is an expression of hate.
Because I am a girl,
I'm dissuaded from learning about science,
dismissed, ridiculed, shot down.
Because I am a girl,
my mother had to teach me how to wield my keys as a weapon
in a world of men she doesn't trust.
Because I am a girl,
I will have opportunities denied me.
I will be scorned when I speak up in conversation.
I will be thought of as less, and why?
Because I am a girl.
Pondering from perch the other day,
a thought grew as two conversed.
Addendum to what you have to say,
gives quarter to him, sacred cursed.
Utterances,hurtful, make others tense.
Apathetically dissuaded with "no offense".
In a tandem embraced scene
fearful men wage war with a word.
Cutting low, they boast and preen,
stating jest to cover what's slurred.
Wringing anguish, anger invoke.
Flippantly stating it "was just a joke".
Insecure ego's infesting pride,
spitting frozen nouns, verbs of acid.
Empty friendships, unwanted guide.
Destruction complete of spirit placid.
Pleading personality and decision.
Haughty pretense. Mocking derision.
-Angel Fatale-
Wilderness Of Loneliness
Light at the End
As failure yielded tears the will casts evil and the soul mended
gently dissuaded a wounded heart to succumb
Priceless memories ebb for misery like sinking ships submerge
plunging deeper turning probabilities to crumb
Lost amid wilderness of loneliness angels resurface to appease
eager to offer salvation easing tormenting pain
Laden with regret yet undeterred by tainted promises and lies
for time erode trust while hope for love remain
08/19/2020
6:25 p.m.
Woodspring Suites
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Beauty beheld by a devil
Would fury and lust incite
Taunting him to revel
At things lovely and bright
And only annoy and dishevel
The beast like a collar too tight.
Ugliness happened upon,
Say, a carcass that lay in the road,
By a being much wiser prompts parallels drawn
Between dead dog incisor and silver and gold
For to only a saint would it ever dawn
On the saint as a thing to behold.
Far be it for us to decide
If the tendency, blessing or bane,
Gives the zealot convenient places to hide
Like a judge too lenient on those who bring pain
Or the serial killer a lovable side
Excused for his natural drive to disdain
Or the servant, content to serve,
Feeling blessed for being alive
While the privileged scoff as they take an hors d'oeuvre
As he earns just enough for his child to survive
And never once thinks of the nerve
Of his master, blinded by drive.
If neither side can be dissuaded
To yield this same elective,
Their perusal, predicated
By stubborn refusal to wax objective,
Leave both cherished and hated
Victims of perspective.
THE WAY
The way through the wilderness is clear,
Impossible dreams come true, my dears,
Tolerance to be taught to the human race,
We're all sparked with mankind's grace,
There is a way through the wilderness,
Impossible dreams to come true, no less,
All children do play together,
Until dissuaded by adults' blether,
The way through the wilderness is clear,
Impossible dreams can come true, my dears,
Kindness taught to the human race,
Universal smiles free on everyone's face,
The way through the wilderness is clear,
Impossible dreams can come true, my dears.
I should have done the right thing
But my naivety cost me a lot ,
Now I’m haunted by your lost love and loss,
Your smile and face I can’t forget ,
If rivers and springs flow fall into oblivion ,
Your beauty and trait I can’t forget ,
Your sweet voice tinkled my heart
any time you speak ,
but dissuaded by wrong imagination…
Imagination of losing you to some one else ,
Which turned me into a jealous beast ,
Oh! ,I failed!!,I failed by treating you badly ,
Which made you move out of my life
into the forest of no return---Death.
Now haunted by a long lost love
I lie on my bed still reflecting.
Reflecting…
How life has been…
1-9-2018
The first time I saw you I was on fire,
Your looks sparked off a burning desire,
This made my heart to explode,
which allowed my inner intent to unfold.
Since then,I have longed to hold you close,
to care and cherish you with love overdose,
For your attitude and good nature;I cannot be dissuaded,
which has made my pain and sorrow to have faded.
Your smiles send sweet vibes down my spine,
which made me dream of angels and wine,
Your succulent lips look kissable from afar,
making my desire strong and thick like coal tar.
I cannot hold myself because of this fervour;
You are the only one that can be my saviour,
Let me touch and hug you just a little,
so as to allow this fervid tension to settle.
Mere watching your movement arouse my inner spark,
which glows like crystals of diamond in the dark,
This pleasant feeling is strong,intriguing and killing,
no choice,but to continue in this passionate feeling.
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