Best Pursuance Poems
Realy, you are a romantic rose with rare radiance, in
fact, you are a fine flower with fair fragrance, always, an
awesome...angel with art allurance, perfectly, a
priceless princess with passion in her pursuance.
To me you are one in a million...
a sweet sister, super star... You storm and stun, faithful,
friendly and free... ful of fun,
charming, cheerful and... Shining like the sun.
Knowing you has been an excelent, extra-ordinary
experience,
intriguing & incredible, you've got an indellible
incense.
Passionate, purposeful & plain, got no pretence. You
are an epitome of exquisite and eternal excellence.
A priceless poetess with lively and lovely lyrics, so
nice.
She wields creative condiments in this poetry pot of
soup... and super spice,
with terrific thrust, theme and tones to make us think
twice.
Happy Birthday to a dazzling dame, whose poetic
prowess can't be plagiarized.
Dedicated to Charmaine Chirop on her birthday, every
May 1st is her day. Wishing you all the best sis!
The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the cultural policing
Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction
In a paleolithic plunder
Quenching reddening hunger
In the black and brown forest
Of unchained unrest
In pursuance of almost unconquerable
And incorruptible pleasure principle
Of animal happiness
Night and day
Sense buds making hay
Out of the aesthetic box
Wreaking senseless havoc
Our rose and rhododendrons in decay
Our seagulls
In infirmary and hospitals
Out of the box
The Spanish bull and ox
Flummox our poems
Into the imagery of
Ingrained instancy
For our tumultuous ascendancy
On the pinnacle
Of crimson churning
And the giant jingling
Tapering off to
The momentary Nirvana
Of the
Intense distraction
That arose out of the box
A moment later
In an inertia again
Of the restless vein
For the overwhelming rain
Into deep brain
Teeming with craving lanes and bye lanes
In the dim light delight
Out of box
The red fox
No mailbox
No riverine knocks
The box is very important
For our civilization
Into the flowers
Of sunny sublimation
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18/01/2017
For the contest, How Long Can A Poetry Go,
Sponsor, Jamie Pan
Note: As the metaphors in the poem is too obvious to need explanation, no writer’s
Statement is added here, as asked for by the sponsor except saying that it deals with the psychological process of the dominance of pleasure principles at the cost of reality principles as elucidated by Sigmund Freud.
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.
I got a fetish for neglecting things that I should cherish.
Once I realize its true value, those moments have already perished.
Who's at fault when our time becomes essence-less?
When we begin to question our coexistence.
How do we make each moment resemble something of elegance?
Time must be at our mercy because time is merciless.
Forgive my sins and all my sins that may become friends.
The time I have left only depends.
Many circumstances. Moments left up to chances.
I surrender to pessimistic thoughts on multiple occasions.
Only make moves when motivation is provided by mental persuasion.
Or when exteriors give me a motive.
Sometimes I fail to see the reason for the worth of pursuance.
Coagulated thoughts then become a nuisance.
Time never waits, so I watch time with prudence.
So maybe my time can be continued, rather than in conclusion.
Depression
There are many thoughts that envelope your inner voice
There are many scenarios that do and do not give you a choice
There are many fears that grip your heart and very soul
There are many changes that were not part of your goal
You lose the will to achieve, to fight, to carry on
You lose the strength to except things that are gone
You lose the understanding that you once held so true
You lose the confidence that once was your mainstay glue
D Day by day lost in confusion and fear
E Escalating frustration that no one hears
P Pursuance of a dream so very hard to achieve
R Reliance of a truth, that you no longer believe
E Everywhere others find their way, or so it seems
S Solutions evade you, lost in nightmares and dreams
S Solitude is your friend, your enemy, deep within your soul
I Interwoven confusion, all anger, all angst you withhold
O Only you hold the key to release all this anger and pain
N Not being able to see any achievements, the gifts you have gained
I understand your feelings of being lost, in despair
I understand sometimes you feel that no one cares
I understand your need to find love and compassion that define
I understand your depression, though I truly don’t understand mine
These are the many feelings of being lost within ones self
The negative feelings you have should be placed on a internal shelf
This is self absorption, you should never visit, that should be denied
This cannot help you, only leave you lonely, in a world only you reside
We all experience some form of depression from time to time
Try to find something to be grateful for, something so sublime
Try and give many thanks for what you have right here and now
Try to give a warm smile to another, maybe help them somehow
You are not alone within your depression, though that’s not how you feel
These feelings you have can be so overwhelming, each one of them so real
Reach out to others in your darkest times, in your deepest time of need
Don’t go it alone, the answers you seek maybe when someone intercedes
Apparently- adopted at birth, I
was timely told this when I turned twelve.
Though always adoring adoptive parents-
so oft turned thoughts to my mom's long-lost love.
My birth mother, most meaningfully would
rebuild roots and resolve rumors which I
diligently dismissed and dared dreamed false-
tried telling thoughts- she is genuinely good.
Youth yielded to adulthood; pursuance passed.
Then, one distinct day a caller came crashing
in my life; lost love loomed- luckily to be found!
My birth mom, brilliantly beaming- found me!
Lost love- now forever found! Puzzles perceived!
We soon connected, comingled, caught up.
The "why, when, where" my sacred start began;
the sharing, saying- from which womb I came.
So oft turned thoughts to my mom's long-lost love;
My birth mom, brilliantly beaming- found me!
I was in a tawdry bar,
Or public house,
Being threatened,
For something I'd done.
Darting furiously
Through city streets,
Running, running,
For something I'd done.
My companion hailed,
And stopped a bus,
Its metal doors flew open,
For something I'd done.
Had to get to them,
Had to get through them,
Under furious pursuance,
For something I'd done.
I watch as the rain pours down incessantly
I listen as the west wind howls past so silently
Yet to my destination I must pursue
My fate be tested my truth be told
Yet alas my goal is not yet in view
Steadfastly onto my burden I hold
Bathed in this monsoon rain I stand weathered
Yet I know that without a doubt I shall reach unrested
She's aware he's awfully chivalrous for carrying such casual intent
While there's subconscious recognition he's a blend of canny ways
Mixed with filthy desire
Leaving her plenty of room for discontent
His finicky facade that this helpless girl can't help but admire
While to herself she's being a liar
As if she could deny this mans selfish pursuance
Her misinterpretations are inevitable
A genitive surefire
He'll maintain his obvious avoidance for exclusivity
She'll claim to have been perpetually blinded by his witty ways
As she induced her own misfire
Those eyes of his will misconstrue
Betting on the fact she'll negate her own savvy finesse
That self proclaimed ability to see through
Inevitably he'll be praised and built up as a statue
Like his soul
He'll be mended of stone
While in the interim
She'll be gazing pitifully
Into shades of blue
I've had many heated conversations with . . . myself
over how a circumstance, or life itself, should be perceived.
My best time for self-probing is late at night.
Even now (in my sixties), I lean toward idealism.
Reality--not killjoy, but counselor--reminds me of
my boundaries. Opportunities to balance realism and
idealism have proven successful, warding off pessimism.
Pursuance of goals is still fueled by fire, but the flames
don’t leap so high as when I was young and vigorous.
Effective self-examination can be time-consuming
and painful, sometimes revealing that challenging
changes are required of me. These growing pains, even--
or perhaps especially—at my age, are necessary,
for life is not yet through with me.
I classify myself as the basically satisfied, often joyful
by-product of late-night contemplation.
March 9, 2021
entered in Craig Cornish's Contemplation Poetry Contest
Contd.
Ogre:
Not on this gory planet
None can demolish my dour hell
what you call it a peaceful heaven.
My power of existence is creator when the life ends.
Am the dark and am the shadow
Your luminance will not result my persistence.
Lord's Day:
'Ogre',
Your shadow, your darkness and your evil magics
were not endowed with words
Your presence is your existence
When you can destroy the beauty of the ocean
Remember 'Ogre',
There is a begining of pursuance
and there demolish your existence.
I bring those rays with the first morning of the week
Filled with prayers and moral wishes of myraid deities
These divine rays and holy time
will destroy you with our beautiful Fairy's shine.
Ogre:
Forgive me
'Oh Lord',
I will leave the eternity of peace and beauty
I will never come back again with any curses
I will set free your Fairy
Let me go and I will take with me all my fury.
Fairy:
'Ogre',
Whom you will set free?
Turn back and see me smiling at your fear of your existence.
When my tears and your laughs can destroy Mother Neptune's endowments
My smile and your fear will destroy your existence.
Oh 'Lord's Day',
Thank you for coming
and saving me from this shadow of evil
Light me, blaze me with your virgin rays
Let the evil construe the power of beauty
Let the evil cede and die in agony.
My essence of being in which I remain,
The pursuance of dreams I wish to obtain
Melody of my soul shall sing me a song,
Embracing my essence to which I belong
Facing myself, What shall I find?
Trials endured through the hands of time
Parallels of my mind echo away,
Speaking the moments of my yesterdays
Recollection of memory embedding my thoughts,
Untangling my spirit amongst the knots
Conquering confusion consuming my soul,
Releasing the madness taking its toll
Pursuing the future with hope by my side,
Beauty of my essence no longer shall hide
Shining my light upon my darkened heart,
Stitching the pieces fallen apart
Revitalization of past stories told,
Essence of my healing starting to mold
Beginning again on this long winding trail,
Into my future my essence shall sail
If It Was Safe To Love You, I would with all my heart,
With body, mind, and soul; with each and every part.
If It Was Safe To Love You, I'd tear down my wall,
If I thought for a moment I could allow myself to fall
In Love with you knowing too, you feel the same way
And I wouldn't be to you just another game to play.
If It Was Safe To Love You, on your side I would be,
Where together, life's woes we could face, you and me.
If It Was Safe To Love You, you'd have my understanding,
Rather than my criticism, my doubt in you's demanding.
My support you'd have, for in you I could then believe,
Knowing you wouldn't be seeking only ways to deceive.
If It Was Safe To Love You, your happiness would be
And too, would be your dreams, all paramount to me.
If It Was Safe To Love You, I'd always have your back;
I'd feel not like your enemy you could any time attack
And on the same side, the world, together we'd be facing,
Not opposing courses, separately in pursuance of and chasing.
If It Was Safe To Love You, obstacles we'd together, meet,
And together we would become a force impossible to beat.
If It Was Safe To Love You, you wouldn't ever be alone,
And all your inner feelings would be as guarded as my own.
All your deepest secrets would then be mine to keep,
My loyalty and devotion would forbid my lips to peep.
If It Was Safe To Love You, I would with all my heart,
With body, mind, and soul; with each and every part.
But it's not safe to Love you, to let my guard down,
To allow myself to trust you and award you the crown.
Since two different pictures, you always paint to show,
Which is real and which is fake, I can't ever know.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-13 01:39:00 (EDT) All rights reserved.
Shadow
From vantage morning of my dreams;
I counted my length of days,
Heretofore on earth, rooted the strength of manly yob,
In pursuance of transient dreams,
The ebbing shadows spur
The Everest i would scales,
To amass the fortune i must astride;
And battles the armoured Goliaths to victory,
Bestowed by kings and lords, in golden palaces,
Medals of Emeralds and adorable princess;
And a crown with minaret of peacock feathers,
Basking in prideful bondage,
But at the drowsy dusk of my realism;
Dreams are made in heaven,
Creeping shadows are made of void,
Void is nothingness.
Vices guide in the pursuance of placement -
We want to need.
Aligned behind no sense of rhyme or reason;
False purpose leads.
Spending loaned moments on dire explanations -
Charge it to the dream.
Remember that day your spirit was broken?
Together we go.