Best Though Poems
accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
Each Palm that sways on gentle breeze
Reflects the sun as if to tease
Inviting me to come along
To see the world, to sing my song
The water falls in joyful dance
To tickle thoughts filled of romance
And beckon me to leave the shell
So off I go, though once I fell
Though once I fell, to taste the sand
To wonder why this reprimand
I’m now on course to taste the sky
A turquoise, cotton candy pie
In boundless leaps to top the trees
I’ll hide no more world, if you please
So brace yourself, if you can tell
I’m flying now, though once I fell
Who would have thought the girl with the bright smile and joy enflamed in her eyes
Sits' in the corner crying herself to sleep every night
Who would have thought the boy walking the halls always giving a hand
Wishs' that when he sleeps the gentle light may seep him off his feet
Would would have thought the girl that ended her own life
Was raped, beaten and bullied at both home and school
Who would have thought our childrens children
Have sought to use weapons and let eragancy become them making them a fool
Who would have thought that no matter how we try for peace
We show our children war is the answer
Who would have thought that our guidence
Has be clouded and no longer is pure
Who would have thought teenage life is harder
When your getting bullied or picked on in school
Who would have thought that a person couldn't walk out of their house
With out fear of being raped, shot, or stabed and death is finally at your door
Who would have thought in life know a day's
Death is more near to our lives then ever before
Who Would Have Thought
A stronger man inside true faith
he will always turn the other cheek
in the end
Our precious Lord and Heavenly Master
He received 5480 blows to honor his wounds we pray
not executing vengeance as it carries so much hate
such dark power destroys a soul
Take a good look at the world as is
greed eating out all good In darkness
Love is so pure a light
one look at its full
whole embracing pureness
dazzling we all will bow
Meek and gentle lambs kissing
we will kneel humble at our Creators feet
Our hearts tell us what is right in the end
happiness we all truly seek
God's justice not mans to carry out
Yearly - for a spell - I come calling,
not unexpected.
But there are times my travel may be slow.
On such rare occasions when I’m late,
you’ll look and see the mountains’ crowns
remain uncovered,
and in the valley, meadow grasses
dance with gentle breezes,
reveling in verdancy prolonged.
Other times, I roll across the prairie bellowing.
Assassin of startled vegetation,
I wield a force God-given,
and even dry terrain, where soil is sand,
might feel the touch of my icy hand.
And though I be unwelcome,
I’m certain there’s a moment
you look out on a pristine field
where I have softly laid my eider down
or to a street now silenced
that strangely gleams in peaceful white.
Or maybe you gaze up at stately mountains’
lovely snow-capped crowns,
and in that tranquil moment,
you are awed.
For John Freeman's "the Pictures of winter Poetry Contest"
Solitude be damned to a final emotion
When we are puzzled by the mystery of life,
Inspired by misgivings in a distant memory
Touched by thought and opinion
Contemplate the meaning of passion and want
When the sun escapes to darkness,
And presumed is the want for wisdom possessed
Here in a shadows conviction;
Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices
Let the mind accept what our eyes imagine,
Until the solitude of inspiration is lost,
For meanings we gathered are soon forgotten
Here in the specter of thought
But oh to death is our journey bound
Down a road to kingdom come,
Where all is held to the quiet of its end
And judged by the silence within;
Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices
Thanksgiving magic
Traditions honored
Family respected
Pumpkin pie with whipped cream
Hot rolls oozing with warm butter
Stuffing no one ever makes as wonderfully tasty as my mother
Do we remember to give thanks to the Indians?
They had too much passion to let the white faces starve.
Bringing them food, and teaching them to plant in the summer.
They shared their bounty, and their knowledge
Taking white faces under their wing, saving them.
Do we remember to thank them?
I certainly hope so.
Even if you feel tired, even if the triumph leaves you, even if the pain hurts you, even if he does not love you Even if a betrayal hurts you, even if a relationship goes out, Even though the pain burns your eyes, even if they ignore your efforts,
Although hope dies, even if you never get to love me even if you are unattainable for me I love you even if you are only that memory that pity my being even if the world opposes I will continue to love you how to explain to my heart that you will not return even though this love is one cursing me because I am in hell and burning myself for this love that was buried in my soul bones but in spite of everything I would fall in love with you again ...
Melody through the air
...............
Fly through the flowers than up to the tree
Sit on the Branch the one facing me
Spread out your wings
I’m ready to sing
Let’s do a duet and sing pretty things
We’ll sing about Flowers the moon and the stars
We’ll sing from the morning this day is now are’s
Many will join us the birds and the bees
The flowers will open and spread through the trees
The owl who’s hiding alone in the dark
Will hear fa la la and join other Larks
A humming from you a la la from me
Will bring us together we’ll sing happily
Fa la la la hmm hmm hmm a whistle from others a hoot from another
a magical melody will sound through the air
A beautiful day for us all to share
Fa la la la hmm hmm hmm
Even though we fight alotlove you.
We fight, I think, because of situational issues.
I sometimes get so mad I can't stand you, but underneath the anger I cry.
I get an additude and I act like a brat, but my love is entangled in my pride.
Please love me even in my fury, which seems to grow every day.
I plead before my only judge and jury: I want to be your one and only.
I couldn't get you out of my head, even if I tried.
So next time I want you to know, even though we fight , I love you.
music
music
music
silence-knot
silence-knot
silence-knot
thread-channel-wave
thread-channel-wave
thread-channel-wave
sea sea and sea and mouthful and drowning
and salt in the algae
and brilliant and resplendent mist
and salty tears
in each rotation towards oxygen
and salted water in the collapsing ovaries
bursting bubbles in the anchor
and seminal sweet waters in the sea
in each rotation towards oxygen
and waterish tears in the glassy sand
and crystals in the algae and organs
and honey in the brine
of the great mother-father fluid
It’s so dark, there is no signal of light
All my beloved ones have shifted away.
It’s just me in this dark brim tunnel.
I keep moving forward, but the more
I move forward the darker it becomes
Tears of sadness are rolling down my cheek.
God the creator of the Universe is the only person, I can talk to,
Everybody is busy with their own world.
Though its dark, light will break forth!!
The more I talk to God, the happier I,
Become. It’s like each day he is wiping, my tears of years.
He keeps telling me, He is the light of the world.
He keeps comforting me, it’s like day after day, I am closer to him.
It’s like I have I have depended on him completely.
And have trusted him all the way.
Though its dark, Light will Break forth
I woke up today to a bright Morning sunshine,
With the light rays penetrating through my eyes.
I knew my day had come. Though it was a long time through
This tunnel. But my light has come; my day to shine has come.
It’s like God was saying, Arise Shine for the light has come.
The Glory of the lord has risen,
The Glory of the Lord has come.
I said it, though its dark, but light will break forth!!
Written By: Sinombuso Mkhize
Today is a new day you hope it will be great but is can be hell if you are not careful.
Always think of good things all the time I know this is hard to do but if you do it all your
days will always be good. If you take time to just be nice to someone look around you
will see the good and the bad. See thinking good though will make life not so sad all
you need is a dream. One that will make you see life is not all that bad.
I hated myself for
disgracing myself more than I should,
I looked upon everything under the sun with jaundiced eyes,
and even tried to ignore long established ethical standards
that of the foundation for existence of human society—it doesn’t matter if it’s of a certain nation or society; religious group; civilization, tribal traditions or history.
I wonder where this negative mindset came from,
and why I am so biased of everything surrounding me
and walk dragging baggage of those contorted ideas on the ground.
In fact, a woman who looks more villainous and uglier than Medusa
wrapped in gaudy attire trimmed with vulgar accessories dances under sparkling light shaking her odious body like mad and she looks so pathetic that tears stand in my eyes. A man who looks more grotesque and frightening than the gargoyles of Notre Dame walks with great strides under the bright sun throwing out his breast but I cannot conceive the rationale for the pride of that ugly man,
my unconscious mind becomes accustomed to disallow
everything I see anywhere at all.
I hate myself because I should be unconcerned with the corrupt world matters and accept the world as it is for life is as such, yet, whatever reason that may be, I couldn’t accept the world as it is.
Although I know the word compromise very well,
I distort the meaning of it and interprete as submission
and regard assent as a synonym of subordination
I wonder why my thought became twisted thus far
and that is why I feel miserable, and think myself not, though I am.
Morning comes with downpour of dazzling dew
That sits on leaves of grass, petals of the flower
And with splendour and glory stains them anew.
Beauty of Eternal image shrinks into finite Hour.
The cruel ray of Sun quivers the grass, the leaves
And the dews suddenly vaporize and flutter away
Like the scattered flying bees of broken beehives.
The parting dew yields to dreary mechanical day.
Though nothing, nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower
Yet tomorrow Dew will return with the downpour
Of splendours and glories of the heavenly power.