Best Embodiments Poems
Joyfully so, she seems to be my (our) biggest fan.
Absolutely wonderful, Jan's embodiments symbolize her awesome agenda.
Never does it fail, Jan shares free hugs—special gifts—maximum encouragers—orchestrated methodically scratching Souper's records, performing as our (my) poetic DJ.
My tribute: JAN ALLISON :
10-9-16
Awarded 1st place in contest submitted. Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
I held my breath as long as I could
Until my lungs began to burn
I forgot my Tibetan embodiments
And gave breathing again, a turn
O, I held my breath and waited for you
From October, till Winter’s depth
Yet you could not say
On any day
That your heart held any breadth
For me or my breathlessness or my cares
Or my happy days or my joys
You measured me
By another tree
That splintered
And left you forlorn
And you hoped for naught
So, your ropes were caught
In the tree
Like a kite in a storm.
O, there’s always a reason
Why loving fails
And makes a person go
And your wordlessness
Made me blow out my breath
And prefer a sensible life
To death
And go out to watch the snow.
Do not see me as I am
Or you'll be disappointed
See instead my wall of flesh
Dismembered and disjointed
I'll make sure the bones will mend
And never show their age
Rest inside my warmest thoughts
Of quiet tempered rage
Discover endless reasons why
The flesh will always fail
Embodiments of truer cause
Could look behind the veil
She toke her time with love
And laid every nice sheet for her friends to lay on it
Nicely, forgetting that she is a human
She makes mistake
She’s not perfect
Then she toke her pain up
And left with it, leaving up nothing
Making love
Making babies, were there’s no money
And poverty was so romantic
Her good soul stood up strong,
Strength of a woman grew in her
Strength of a mother
Enough to raise a village
Only sixteen in her bosoms
A girl
A little sister most importantly a mother
Winds blowing
Mist falling, autumn falling summer
Spring, springing not
Felt every pain
Felt every thoughts
Felt every words
She was just a girl
A teenage love affair
A puberty
A period
A pain
HER LEGACY:from chapter//POETRY & BLUES
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POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
While as getting lost aneath the truth betwixt; postmortems lines....
Shall I engage to entangle myself once more within these enlivened
Embodiments, whom wish to cast me into their unblinking morticious eyes?!
Projecting melancholy tears; this enigma chained unto its own bend and bites
Misconceived, scripted sights within interpretatives thorns and now I find
Myself pressed, to be nailed unto their judgmentals crucifying cross....
Why; but I know why? As if I am indebted unto they this life of mine yet, how?
O wretched flesh so imperfect you are amid these constant falls as they
Whom close their eyes to look away; that darkness it may be, although
Spawned from the very irony of its own amissful night in poisoned arrows....
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....“And Broken Bows!?”
African embodied in a birth of a nation,
I do apologize for my lateness in my African time
To the only goddess of Mother Nature in her smell of sweet
Grains of mountainous African mahogany, fruits; mahlatswa, ditshidi.
Picking up well blended colored African butterflies
Flies wild in to the bushes that shines whiteness and blackness for them
It’s in their juvenile minds; culture was just a small concept on them
Oh! Cocooned birth of Mopane worms, dinato
Brought taste of luck, bitter
Well green locust on green trees such a green leaf
Molapong maloba,sharing a small hunt of my brothers,
On a trapper sogarnished
Se laga, ka thiya dinunyana tse pedi tse taro
Singing songs of well initiation man
Counted few hours and months...Just away to a breath of a fresh soil, mobu!!
Domestically women prepared food for my brotherson ahunch ofa meal
Bare ke le sogana, bogwera boipeile hlere
Cut beneath feed left ancestor’s food prints
And I looked upon long trees and I saw eyes of watered seas
That initiated perfectwomen hood; mosadi eseng leshaedi ka mitsha,
Maloba, maobane a intiramona ga bedi ga raro kakgwelaa maikutlong a bonna
Civilized primitive birth in my African indigenousness embodied metoday, tomorrow to live to tell the
Tales, that merogo was such an expensive dish
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TRANSITION POETRY is a deep in true substantial obscurity of science in fiction, dreams in spatiality to bring sense to the world about the world in poetic form. Reality steps that it’s spiritually capturing glimpses of life in the most aspheric Dadaism, surrealism in its impression of metaphysical poetry. POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
MY FAMILY'S FIRST GENERATIONAL CURSE BREAKER
In a lineage burdened by shadows past,
There emerged a soul, destined to outlast.
The first generational curse breaker they became,
A beacon of hope, bearing a different name.
Through the tapestry of time, their path did unravel,
With courage and strength, they chose to travel.
Breaking the chains that held their kin,
They set forth on a journey, a battle to win.
Behold, my ancestors watch me break free,
Strainously detach from our family tree,
And a curse causing a generational trauma,
Setting off a life tragedy chains of drama.
In the face of adversity, I stood tall,
Lifting the weight that had befallen my call.
With love in my heart and a fire within,
I shattered the cycle, where it had once been.
With every step forward, the past erased,
A legacy of healing I surely embraced.
My spirit, a testament to resilience and might,
A candle of change, shining so bright.
In the embrace of my loving embrace,
A new chapter began like a fresh space.
A family transformed, a curse unbound,
In my footsteps, hope would definitely sound.
So here's to the one who dared to break free,
Who defied destiny with unwavering decree:
May your story inspire & ignite the flame,
For future generations to never be the same.
For they are the hero, the guiding light,
Embodiments of strength in the darkest night.³°
V I C K M ? N U E L P Ø E T R Y {VMP}
Copyright ©? 1st December 2023.
Banished we are from God
The sacerdotal lepers
Of the moon who feed upon
The universal majesty of stardust
You cannot heal our genius
It is Increate and forever
Born of flesh but released
To the infinite embodiments of fire
Our logic is demented discipline
Owned by tribal genetics passed
Briefly through your mediocrity
The inner cuirass still shines ----
But imbued luster
Does not equate possession
Forged in Chaos
As Spirit and Flesh
We fly on Celtic wings of pandemonium
Then lavish lullabies on sanity and curse reality
We, the consecrated castaways of invisibility,
Are the Insane
Spawn of creativity:
Bejewelled, imperious, adornments of the Universe
Sweats and colds
Screams to the last lung
Mucus to the last drips
Philosophy of a Wiseman
Prayer to the last pray
A miracle of a third mercy
I dreamt of God!
Speaking last words of a last dream
Passion of a last Christ
Descendants of a last angel
Last night of a last ‘mare
Yesterday’s dreams
Appearance of a beautiful impression
A heaven’s hands ‘...Say, I can perform miracles’
Let the blind say I can see
I dreamt of God!
A lost man of his last sin
Impounded by wilderness and sickies
And “God was first to cry when he was born”
And women was last to cry when he passed on
No Babies
No birthing
No Passion
No Loving
Oh! Jerusalem of last Judges
A stolen holy ghost of a last spirit
I dreamt of God!
Amen!
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CHAPETR 1: POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
Dark happiness eclipses bright sorrow,
Casting the shadows of pain upon me;
Sharp splinters that penetrate the marrow:
My wounds lay hidden but yours i can see.
Embodiments of your inner anguish,
Gateways forced open to set your pain free
These unseen demons you cannot banish,
So you fight with a knife
Til you can see.
Bright sorrow flares behind it's dark cover:
It's the blinding white truth from which we hide:
For truth discerned is pain to discover
So close your eyes and keep it all inside.
I long to hug you to make you hear
That your pain is also my pain,
Sister dear.
2OO poems
To my 2OO women
Living legacy for my 2OO generations
Hopping falling in divisions
Written 2OO letters
Sharing 2OO words
Tip toeing restoring 2OO reasons
Asking words a shivering my heart
Beating in 2OO beats
Figure’s broken in 2OO bones
Still possessed in exorcism in 2OO curses
Flashes
Camouflage
Splashes
Reflections in 2OO spectrums
Defining illusions in 2OO ways
Footsteps toll and telling 2OO stories
That Athens builder up ruins in 2OO Africans ruins
Ruining in war if 2OO Zulu warriors
Speculating the future in 2OO dreams
Wearing stripped t-shirt,
In 2OO stripes
In front of 2OO people
Residing 2OO poems,
In 2OO rhymes lyrically flowing in 2OO speed
Driven fast cars in 2OO roads,
Near 2OO cars
Causing, collisions!
Conquering in 2OO earths!
Teaching Eve in 2OO Adams to be even
Even them doing Shakespeare in 2OO poems
On land late thoughts in 2OO brains
Throwing gangs
And guns in 2OO bullets
Pulling pools in different shorts
In a 2OO balls, having no balls to his guts
Gates opened its path of opportunist
In 2OO ambitions
Swelling soils
In 2OO stones
Burned in a cool
In 2OO coolies
In procession of 2OO ploughs,
Escapism from 2OO poems
CHAPTER 1 : POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
World of ours by Sylvestre Atsriku
Am rolling i landed on a planet.
Illuminati on my mind,body,spirit and my goddamned soul.
I see D'evils in my sleep.
I am forever enlightened.
Am not lucky am blessed.
Annuit Coeptis.Ordo Templi Orientis.
Nuvus Ordo Seclorum.
Audaces fortuna iuvat.
We speak languages that are dead to humanity.
Aura Ferra,Aqua Terra.
Embodiments of greatness.
We see the Sun at MiDnIgHt.
Left to the forces of riches and wealth.
We crave more wisdom,WiSdOm buried in the crypts and catacombs dead kings and old kingdoms.
Our paths have never been walked and our names are on the lips of the high and mighty.
We have emerged to grace the sights of those who possess the third eye.
Quis Deus Praeter Multa Nomina.
Drowning in the never ending abyss of knowledge and PoWeR.
We are kings and queens in flesh.
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World of ours by Sylvestre Atsriku
Am rolling i landed on a planet.
Illuminati on my mind,body,spirit and my goddamned soul.
I see D'evils in my sleep.
I am forever enlightened.
Am not lucky am blessed.
Annuit Coeptis.Ordo Templi Orientis.
Nuvus Ordo Seclorum.
Audaces fortuna iuvat.
We speak languages that are dead to humanity.
Aura Ferra,Aqua Terra.
Embodiments of greatness.
We see the Sun at MiDnIgHt.
Left to the forces of riches and wealth.
We crave more wisdom,WiSdOm buried in the crypts and catacombs dead kings and old kingdoms.
Our paths have never been walked and our names are on the lips of the high and mighty.
We have emerged to grace the sights of those who possess the third eye.
Quis Deus Praeter Multa Nomina.
Drowning in the never ending abyss of knowledge and PoWeR.
We are kings and queens in flesh.
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The embodiments of our dreams
King Neptune's lovely daughters
We mortals strive to find you real
Lusty sirens of the sea blue waters
Of face and form you are perfection
In your golden hair a seashell gleams
Dressed in glistening scales of green
Magical perfection, or so it seems
With muted voice you bid us follow
And in mist and foam you slip away
In the depths we find the answer
Only in our minds the answers play
5/30/14
These ragged shards of breath, catching in my lungs with grasping fingers of jagged glass
Howling tormented wolves in my mind, clawing and shredding the last remnants of the last
Desperate attempts to live, temerarious in the quest to quench their thirst with blood
Monsters lurk in the shadows of my eyes, hungry for my conscious suffering
No rest, no peace, no sleep for sinners, servants to a greater ill, mindless revolutions of pain
Spinning endlessly in space, reaching for a cold and distant sun without the light of lies
A frozen, broken waste stretches in the expanse of my eyes, terror stalking ceaselessly
In every hidden juncture of the labyrinth of my mind, dark embodiments of hatred, shame, and anger
My eyelids are weighted, crusted in the sands of the blazing desert of my soul
Scraping away my retina with every blink, gasp, choke for air, smothering and breathless
Into infinity I carry loneliness, alone, unwept, unsung, swept into the vast waters of time
Drowning in the enormity of insignificance I wait, sleepless.