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In oils blemishing
So fine
The jealousy of time
In all worlds
Cannot stop us
As poverty
As crime
Time peaces us apart further
Than our refusals mimes
Hatred in poise
Taught nothing
In passing glance
Times rot
Beckons fascination
The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul,
Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals;
Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls,
It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...!
I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone,
I am imprisoned in the jail created on my own;
Carrying in my pocket the snake of hate I'm angst prone,
Peacefulness is fully gone, there's a constant cyclone...!
When there's no anchor for rancor soul is shipwrecked, often,
I, as responsible captain, with awareness control;
Mind in Brahma, to stop rancor I should take precaution,
Through a life one with God, I can save my body and soul...!
Why couldn't I embrace each creature and exist for all?
Why couldn't I travel within and put things in order?
Why could not I through my good thoughts, words, and deeds bliss enthrall?
Why couldn't, one with the divine, turn a peace accorder...?
DAYS RUNNING BLEAKER
Adverse ambient turning bleaker,
day by day.
Hope for the better, sitting indolent?
Or to watch and carry on accepting worse and worse?
Or to struggle with intense zeal!
The bitter I face, it hurts my ego.
Determination arouses running stronger
to attain better and best achievement,
overcoming blemishing factors.
But I have much to declare.
06/13/17
What landed on earth like waste
with wrath that lusts for death branded?
What infected man with hate
that smiles i underneath trances?
That plague persuaded all thought with
what landed on earth like waste
And falseness was spread as truth then
time was shortened as life lost faith...
With faith misshapen and time shaved
acceptance altered choice seeing
What landed on earth like waste
blemishing reasons for being...
Now marriage fails without a spouse
Happiness is saddened by fate
Leaving us stuck thinking about
What landed on earth like waste...
Nights have been dark
Days have been dim
My vision became apart,
Of the poisoned root & blemishing stem
Now the wool has set
And I can finally be
A radiant child to God’s eyes
Because there’s a brighter day I can see
I see a vast season of bliss
Sunlight of new growth
Old attitudes will whither
Rain of new seeds will soak
Clouds of pain will migrate
For I now see the sky
New life soars through my heart
All peril life is sure to die
No longer am I blind
To what God has in store for me
I shall receive with sincerity
And look forward to the day I see
Sedge grass, unwanted there,
it terrorized my uncle's garden,
blemishing the neatly ordered rows
of cauliflower and cabbage,
tomatoes, beans and beets.
He would till from dawn to dusk,
his angled back at odds with the
concision of his spade;
his way of giving thanks,
the Yorkshire Dales his place of worship.
The ordinariness of standing water
puddled, reflecting sweat and struggle.
Freshly turned, the earth displayed
a texture like the furrows in his face.
A summer gone, and gone were lust,
impatience from a young boy's mind.
I brought him food and water,
and urged him to seek shelter and relief
as I acknowledged his composure,
his steadfastness, his strength.
Sedge grass, unwanted there,
it terrorized my uncle's garden,
blemishing the neatly ordered rows
of cauliflower and cabbage,
tomatoes, beans and beets.
He would till from dawn to dusk,
his angled back at odds with the
concision of his spade;
his way of giving thanks,
the Yorkshire Dales his place of worship.
The ordinariness of standing water
puddled, reflecting sweat and struggle.
Freshly turned, the earth displayed
a texture like the furrows in his face.
A summer gone, and gone were lust,
impatience from a young boy's mind.
I brought him food and water,
and urged him to seek shelter and relief
as I acknowledged his composure,
his steadfastness, his strength.
Cachinnation
I sought to sneak a surreptitious ogle
Into people's hearts,long wont to swaddle
Lugubrious as they were reluctant to bail
From their ethereal,pitiable jail
Launch a ludicrous joke and torment appease
Provoke laughter and ruinous anxiety ease
I had always surmised in humor as healing
To break the ice and mood lightening
Met my bid,alas,with mundane grin
Blemishing their strained faces and souls akin
Like tarantula spiders without food superannuate
For years intern themselves and disallow to mitigate
Why pleasantry has come undone
Most hearts have sunk and engulfed in the long run.
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
A meeting through obscure means,developed into friendship a bond was hit but short lived,of which in hindsight an highlight. You opted out of the path of a possible darkened cylinder
Along your own family line. Not working out as you anticipated, moving on in life, educating from the bottom up, always has swerves and slides. My friend,you have eppitified all my expectations.
A now blemishing family, wife and sons that be a highlight. I can safely say now, you`ll admit maybe futre referance lifting a solemn shadow from my shoulders,
if not ease. Everybody needs that outlet, you came along in perfect time. Blessings to a Gent that i didn`t think would amount, but did. Eugene Stanley Dobson. ;)
I am a rotten apple fallen deep
Deeper than the debt within
I have stained all that is around me
Forsake even by my next of kin.
You have stained all that is around you
For you are a rotten apple sinking low
Deeper than the pit of hell lingering
Rotting slowly, very, very slow.
Deeper than the pit of hell waiting patiently
They are rotten apples and they know it
Blemishing and dishonouring their mutual lives
With venomous words that they submit.
We are rotten apples placed in one basket
Quarantined as to not infect others
As venomous words transmitted intoxicate
maiming decency built by our fathers and mothers.
AWAKE IN LONG BEACH
awaiting the perk
from freshly brewed java
the lull in gull squabble over
a tide dredging up debris
blemishing beach
husband and wife
skiffs passing in night
each wake muster
“good morning”
sugar black coffee
crack boiled eggs
never a smile
their chink in armor
invisible
amour not at all
what it’s cracked up to be
Sedge grass, unwanted there,
it terrorized my uncle's garden,
blemishing the neatly ordered rows
of cauliflower and cabbage,
tomatoes, beans and beets.
He would till from dawn to dusk,
his angled back at odds with the
concision of his spade;
his way of giving thanks,
the Yorkshire Dales his place of worship.
The ordinariness of standing water
puddled, reflecting sweat and struggle.
Freshly turned, the earth displayed
a texture like the furrows in his face.
A summer gone, and gone were lust,
impatience from a young boy's mind.
I brought him food and water,
and urged him to seek shelter and relief;
my way of giving thanks for his composure,
his steadfastness, his strength.
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