Right after Teddy finds a shelf,
Embryonic, soul-discovered
Comrades, introduce new rich textures.
Pondering gone epochs,
past yields of buddying,
Genuine, sounded, grounded.
Twelve seasons at first.
Eleven years this time;
Twenty before that.
Earliest mates graduate,
dispersing as their promise
seeks testing unique.
Bitter truth: mortals pass.
Not an adieu of their choosing.
Dark threshold ever looming.
A predictable measure melt away,
walking with purpose,
Seeking fresh bondings.
Finally exhausted, too often offended,
stale history revived in legendary tales repeated.
Association peaks.
A lucky few characters
Married away from connection
Bound upon a new conjugal course.
Intruding ebb tides reveal retreating
Serendipitous memory ticks.
Melancholy recalled, reflected.
Rare cronies' endurance transcends
Lifespans exacting iron fortitude
To bridge 30,000 days.
Old pals, dearies, poseurs:
Saplings to heritage oaks,
Longing remembers well.
How far does this viewpoint extend meaning,
Or does it cease at genetics' bloodlines?
Yet some may adopt social bondings,
Or cultural like-mindedness with their defines.
There's even a universal notion, going
Far beyond brethren and siblings to compare.
Where the gauge is life from the organic,
And that complex fabric in the air.
Whether Biology or Cosmology is the threshold,
Threads are woven through time with great care.
Allowing interaction and interdependence to blossom,
With family values for all to share.
Long is the memory's burn
when tomorrow comes too soon
and time drops its weathered coat
upon the vanquished floor of love
We danced as lovers
beneath the soft sensual glow of eyes
on our dim-lit stage of unrehearsed illusion
where we were swept away
by the haunting melody of love's warm sighs
from our lives loneliness
Until the last rendered drop of emotion emptied
into the parting palms of tender expectations
found in the flickering light
from the last melted candle darkening our memory
Tomorrow is another red thread on the horizon
where love so alive, so vibrant is forever distant
as to never have been
except for the enduring face
that melts away again and again
in the darkness of memory's sadness
Perhaps fate was unkind to allow our souls to bleed
when it unleased our passions embraced in fury
in our intimate bondings that revealed the emptiness
we needed to fill...before our last goodbye
12/15/19
I am just getting started to venture…
… feasting sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
... feeding the malnourished kids toward physical and mental footsteps
… featuring myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… flying over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… freeing all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
... fostering abandoned special children in our orphanage to adopt them finally
… fathoming futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… fleeing to family’s joyous bondings around blessings’ flow
… fulfilling my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… firing-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God, I thank Him for putting in me reverential fear* so by faith freely I follow Him willingly along holiness-bliss of fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 24, 2019
(Free verse incorporating alliteration and list forms)
The lamp that invokes the dusk,
A splendid natural frisk,
Eccentric among the constellation of stars,
Concealing your char to the view from Mars.
Masking your beauty with the darker clouds,
Blushing away from the denser crowd,
Calming the Earth with the cooling rays,
The land that was warmed up in many ways.
Beetling in the sky,where none can arrive,
Thy captivating vision makes us revive!
Shattering the differences and detachments,
Entrusting, we are under the same sky of bondings and attachments
The enthralling "Prima Donna" of the lovely night, Thou !!!
To you, I make a bow !!!!
You are someone,
who is comparable to no one.
You say I'm lucky to have you,
but that's a fact known to few.
You treat me with casualty
I'm always a difficulty.
You don't ever complain
even when the slate is plain.
I wonder what I mean to you
'cuz your feelings are still due.
You neither say nor hide
but you are always cautious in your stride.
Its rather difficult to get answers
for the simplest of questions, no matter.
You choose your words with grace,
I'm always lagging to keep pace.
Its totally tiring to be with
such uncertainty you forthwith.
Though I try hard to leave
I realise that makes no sense to live.
When, I pass by a crowd
Or walk the winding lane,
A thought crosses my mind
Then it drives me insane;
Find most mortals scurrying
Running their daily chores,
Shackled to their bondings
Knocking on different doors;
Do they know not the truth –
Their final resting yard?
Would lie under a bough
Where the ground’s cold and hard;
Wry lives of slavery
At last to be set free,
Oh how long it takes them
To reach the cemetery!
***********
Camouflage
At the commencement of creation,
God had in mind a wondrous notion.
One will thrive killing the other creature,
To protect the weaker, He gave them some defensive feature.
Some with thorns, other with horns,
Some with wings, other with a sting.
Some with tooth, or with claws,
But for human, He gave brains to make some laws.
The laws made man civilized,
With hidden tooth and claw.
With brain he made weapons,
A fatal boon for the foe.
With democracy came non violence,
A wise man should show humanity,
And should not disgrace innocence.
Hence he took the easiest defense,
Camouflage is a safe way, without any offence.
Like a chameleon he changes colour,
To fit in his surroundings,
He despise in disguise,
Betraying moral bondings.
Some self centered issues,
Causes ruthless destruction.
It's a shame for the whole mankind
To be said as God's greatest creation.
It is said that letting go
can be the hardest thing
The part-time lovers,
corrupted friends,
pastime lovers and
incomplete bondings
holding final piece until the end
But I
embrace gratitude
For I have come to terms
that some will never come to terms
Their self dignity become suicidal tendency
grasping the breath of me
drowning in river Styx;
abundant dependency
Green coated envy
with lashes of solidarity;
tasting entrapment
as their new found hobby
As they let go
by digging trenches to nowhere
Mud slinging recollected teardrops
dripping invalidated errors
And I
should cry
these burdens
I should cry
I should
But these tears
know better
© Drake J. Eszes
Through lush green hills of sweet dew grass,
under skies of blue and soft cotton puff clouds,
she roams wild and free.
True to her blood line, ancestry and futre,
she relishes in what she's surrounded by,
all things great and small.
In the meadow valley, her spirit is shared,
with a part of her and her mate,
a little replica of her younger years.
Full of pride, love excitment, joy,
protectiveness, posessiveness, fullness,
her mixed emotions show in every muscle.
Through sunlight forests of darkness,
lush vegetation and isolated meadows,
together they play, run, graze and relax as one.
Spirits combined, yet seperate,
nuzzles, nudges, and head-on-back hugs,
compassion between two of one.
They share ancestry, blood, family,
land of no limits, endless vegetation,
mind, body and spirit. It's a bond between mother and baby,
something that can't be touched
but can be broken and fixed,
And is unique in every relationship.
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