Sun budges through sapphire sky and drifting clouds,
Melting away frozen snow-capped mountains.
Throughout forest heartbeat and trembling leaves,
Upon dappled nature's well-endowed breast.
The calm echo of the brisk waterfall
Cascading downward into a plunge pool.
A quenching path to the old yawning roots
And cold rocks dripping in soft wet green moss.
Foliage subdued in a bygone dream;
Slow ebbing away crystal stream raise edge.
Neath the shade of the top branches that weep.
Nature's flawless evolving work of art.
11/14/2023
Categories:
budges, nature,
Form: Free verse
“To what avail are scriptures etched on stones?
If it’s true, we must feel it in our bones”
Try to erase a page of history and you will leave no smudge
words first printed concrete in time still hold true today
Faith is the biggest Believer of all, it never budges
you can meet Truth today just as well as yesterday
10 commandments in the Ark Of Covenant "God's way"
Why is it then that we never forget those laws on stone
clinging like a hopeful child we feel them in our bones
living out our truth, despising and forsaking all lies
we continue to live humbly lifting our eyes to the skies;
Perhaps Truth is a streak of light that cannot be atoned
You cannot hide the spark of truth beneath a bushel dark
no more than you can soar like Eagles, Birds, and Larks
What scriptures said so long ago still holds in truth today
a soul's imprint contains all right is is the warriors way,
engraved inside your heart, it always leaves its mark.
April 28, 2022
Sponsor Unseeking Seeker
Contest Name Our Truth
Categories:
budges, analogy, truth,
Form: Quintain (English)
Not only
wavering ship
amidst sea
but also
steady moon
smirking above
budges throughout
Picture 1
For the contest Picture this 2 by Joseph May
July 6 2021
Categories:
budges, metaphor, nature, night,
Form: Verse
Every sport man’s first ID card,
On him imposing, a period to be on guard;
When the slimmest interest shows in financial gain,
And inglorious quitting is the pain!
Not that affluence one does detest:
Mounting pressures from the east and the west,
One’s body and teeth sometimes rattling
While with an irksome low rating battling.
A time of anxiety about recommendation:
Occasional acting of one under intimidation.
Determined pursuits of excellence before judges:
One can The Amateur see as he sometimes budges.
Not the type to be heard dropping happy hums;
A continual heading for home with paltry sums
Likely to be rather caught writing his elegy
Because of his devalued burnt energy!
In football, members of countryside clubs
Making fortunate appearances in a local league.
On the pitch less of lions and more their cubs
And somewhat destined to enact scenes of less intrigue:
A status that doesn’t much thrills offer,
Its bearers’ faces undisclosed diseases suffer.
Categories:
budges, appreciation, courage, depression, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Social influence that influence ones belief and behavior,
being the sheep idiom in suit of group as inferior identity savior.
Compliances and obedience for the hero or nymph resort,
names and numbers as taste for pleasure of the court.
Instructive expectations in order to avoid looking foolish,
becoming strong in unity of the mass psychology bliss.
Procrastinations to adhere to moral obligation,
bringing out the darkest impulse to justify that situation.
Large scale atrocities for the greater good as ideal,
manipulated propaganda consequence imperial.
The change in response to pressure of social norms,
ethical values in humanity political deforms.
The mediocrity of conformity and its karmic hungry judges,
sentence wretches in time by individual budges.
The mental mill keeps on turning with the wind,
where fiery spirits blaze by gravity and its many scent.
The revolution not out there in golden words brocade,
freeing oneself from controlling theories need to be displayed.
Being infinitely pliable defines the space to be responsible,
and the soul of the world will give ones everything possible.
Categories:
budges, betrayal, discrimination, mentor, metaphor,
Form: Ballade
Page fifteen.
I have been looking at this page for hours
walked to the terrace and back still 15
went shopping bought thing I didn`t
need, the page hadn’t budges
page 15, how to overcome this obstacle?
writing about the weather, so you are a meteorologist now.
Actually, am I can forecast rain with my knees and
a general feeling of discontent.
Page 15 can do its own things what do I care
there is always a page 16.
Are you sure?
At your age, the falcon of death might strike
any moment and the rest will be blank pages,
so am better off sticking with page 15.
Categories:
budges, abuse, age, break up,
Form: Blank verse
Just like a wind they whirl and blow,
Sweeping our hearts just in a flow.
Pretty things by pretty fingers,
Around whom desire lingers.
Leaving rotating eyes behind,
Which nothing but a glimpse can find,
They bounce along in catty paws,
But still escape on-lookers’ claws.
They float on, with firm powdered chicks,
And give our hearts a thousand flicks.
Then we put faces on our minds,
And sit where hope and joy combine,
To spend a whole day just thinking,
Wishing they are before us blinking,
And gracing us with their beauty,
Which we wish could be their duty.
But with their jolly little bodies,
They stay within and make no budges,
But keep watch with pretty smiles on,
Leaving we dreamers all forlorn.
Categories:
budges, lust,
Form: ABC
Sitting in her corner, thinking.
Hating herself for always thinking.
Though everyone says it's okay.
She does drugs, drinks, and parties.
Hoping someone will stop her from slowly killing herself.
No one budges.
Yelling hateful words at the world.
No one can hear her desperate cry for help.
Slowly, she kills herself.
Razor blade in hand,
Threatening to ruin her skin.
Cuts only a little bit.
Not ready to give up just yet.
Crying for everyone to look at what she does.
Broke down,
Crying in her corner,
Blade in hand, once again
Threatening to end her life.
Convinced,
. . .No one cares.
Cutting, both wrists,
Watching them bleed.
Knowing she was dead,
From the get-go.
"No one will miss me"
. . .She says
In her corner,
Letting out her last breath.
A final cry for help.
Toppling, to the floor, dead.
No one came to save her.
Now, everyone looks at her through tearful eyes.
This sweet and beautiful girl lying motionless.
Realizing they could have made a difference, to her.
Instead they turned a blind eye.
Not listening to her plea,
. . .No, her cry for help.
They didn't see her until it was too late.
Categories:
budges, death, cry, drug,
Form: I do not know?
Happiness should be everywhere
Reasons to be happy are plenty there
See the flowers, the waterfall and the greenery
Smile to the best of your thoughts and the imaginary
The flowers of variety
Do express their dignity
For you to be happy always
Feel the brightness of the sunrays
At night you can experience the gentleness
Where you still can feel happiness
The tantalizing light the moon exhibits
The stars so high to be a sign of wits
The morning with the freshness of the air
Where you seek the goodness and care
The colorful butterfly flaunts its beauty
Budges on the shrubs and looks pretty
Happiness is so necessary
No need to be in fury
You may get what you are willing
Be happy and smiling
Categories:
budges, happiness, nature, happy, happy,
Form: Rhyme