The mirror is ignorant
Of what I know is the truth:
Youth repelling the elements -
A smooth face untouched by grief -
An expression revealing no thought
Whose round eyes of ocean blue
Can't focus in on a plot -
Can't see vandals for what they do
But this face is aware of things
From academia and abroad -
Challenged by touch and theory -
Although my peers might say not
And my opinions - they run deep -
Diverse in classifications -
My humility - held steady -
By the years of my burdens.
Categories:
classifications, feelings, people, voice,
Form: Rhyme
Haven't the brains of beings fractioned into lobes various?
The hearts of creatures have dissections multifarious;
My physique and psyche got several separations,
Like a train or a shelf, yet, these have conjoint relations...!
Classifications and categorizations are good,
If, like good deeds, they're optimistically understood;
Like roots, shoots, and fruits, the sentimental segmentation,
Just as constellations, should have a proper fixation...!
Boundaries are for safety and security we know,
Forming only frontiers, we shouldn't our strength and senses show;
Grouping of goals and prioritization of morals,
Must pave the way, like battles, toward attaining laurels...!
Am I, in the process, keeping away from kith and kin?
Does my passion for lonely liberty lead me to sin?
Do my conflicting thoughts and deeds bring me contradictions?
Does my anxious unconsciousness gift me many frictions?
If self-separation replaces cognitive action,
Compartmentalization is simply a distraction;
As bouquets of various flowers are placed in vases,
Prudent compartmentalization can bring in graces...!!!
Categories:
classifications, conflict, discrimination, life,
Form: Rhyme
Our lives we lead
Being whoever we want
Style we cultivate
Character we build
So matter what
The differences
Classifications
Age
Experience
Life phases
We all have
Come up
One day
Go down
Table turns
Anytime
No longer fixed
Surprises
All four corners
And two dimensions
Do not turn blind eye
When we have everything
Saying what we please
As if we are competent
To do so
Because we have no clue
Of what is next
It is all in His Hands
To our next step
In our journey
We may be
Broke
Homeless
Dead
Be humble
Be gracious
Be open
Be kind
Someone else needs it
More to keep living
In things we are unaware about
Make this
Into a ring of good vibes
Where we all be truly
In this life together
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Categories:
classifications, appreciation, blessing, change, deep,
Form: Free verse
I declare the emotion of everlasting commentary in the leash of designation to profound the elements of power. Power among the sequence of how one opposes the nature of how one-returns from the death of there own and withers in the dark as a dead man walking and to function in the clarification of how the righteous is reborn into a human cavity and to elope in the story of how to continue the legacy if only the brave can reopen the unthinkable as the ending is close to forgiving the past of negotiation...
I oppose the timing of the creative data is in the mind with a chip of the master mark of the beast as it reveals the machine to be alerted in all alarms of the construction of dignity and classifications to underestimate the columns structure to be in the dignity if only the particles last in the most important moment of justification and to clear the mess with the leverage in the sight of visual sequences and to provide a note in the literature.
I am in the condition of following through with indirective possibilities and to concentrate on the days of young. Promise me you won't tell my mother or I'll be grounded for life.
Categories:
classifications, anxiety, character, children, heartbroken,
Form: Blank verse
Spectrum
A spectrum of Colors
Black, Yellow, Red, White, Purple,
That’s what We are
And Not at All very different,
Does It REALLY matter?
You MAY SAY SO, I don’t see different,
Well, I’m COLOR BLIND
Wish Others would expand their thinking,
If We were all
This Earth would be a Better Place,
Take It from the
Blind Man, He doesn’t discriminate,
Why should We
Differentiate All These Colors,
DOES IT REALLY
MATTER really at All? --NO
Why put Us Into
Any Kind of Classifications?
Don’t LABEL ME,
I’m Independent, Caring, and Free.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Categories:
classifications, anti bullying, change, deep,
Form: Blank verse
we were tired
after the long march for freedom hundred
miles of trekking hurting knees sweating skin
too hot a day for the mid autumn may be the pain
fever in the big city after the cherries have blossomed
n gone like an endemic influenza
sea of people like the sand on the beaches
stretched beyond her innocent yearning hazel eyes
the preacher was on talking of dreams proclamations
emancipations and discriminations in the valley of despair
we were dreaming too
she was yellow and i was brown under classifications
imagine our children what could they be maybe violet
purple green blue indigo orange lilac crimson pink or red
tissues are pink and the blood red for all sure i have seen
imagine if we were born with all these colours or like a rain bow
well back to dreams again we were dreaming
for a world where there is
no cast creed colour or country
sect state party religion hell or heaven
the greatest speach of the liberator was on
he was on fire lighting up the masses
he was moving our souls but the system was not functioning n
we couldnt comprehend hence we shared our cold beer turned
warm we were tired and was lost in the crowd for a while
Categories:
classifications, history,
Form: I do not know?
A fight between life and death;
Each day could be the last in the fight against the disease.
Carcinoma,Leukemia,Sarcoma; The three of Many classifications of the disease, and
The signs don’t always appear soon enough.
Each day could be the last in the fight against the disease.
The Three Cases: die in a blink of an eye, slowly die, or beat the disease;
The signs don’t always appear soon enough.
The feeling of slipping away each day even more than yesterday.
The Three Cases: die in a blink of an eye, slowly die, or beat the disease.
The wish to beat the disease, and
The feeling of slipping away each day even more than yesterday.
The wait for the results; Is it gone or here to stay? Is this the last day?
The wish to beat the disease,
Carcinoma,Leukemia,Sarcoma; The three of Many classifications of the Disease.
The wait for the results; Is it gone or here to stay? Is this the last day?
A fight between life and death...
Categories:
classifications, cancer, life, pain, stress,
Form: Pantoum
The rule makers declare us separated for eternity,
different race, clashing cultures, incompatible?
Borders cannot segregate our heartbeats.
Distance is a matter of physical entity.
We share the same sky and moonlight.
Love falls prey to diplomatic ramblings,
resulting in abomination of emotional upheavals.
Outlaws we shall become to our desires.
We paint with the color of our future offspring.
A universal appeal for love we portray.
Lawful hatred defied, illegal love confirmed.
Intersecting divergent, petty governments.
Classifications, labels, passports, we shred.
Hindu, Christian, white, black, indigenous, native,
all will fall into the bed of unified mankind.
The clothing of restrictions shall vanish.
Two lovers shatter continental boundaries.
Passion breaks traditional laws,
harmony we find in rebellion.
While poetry binds our lonely souls.
Another colaboration with Smriti Jha.
Categories:
classifications, hope, love, political, romance,
Form: Free verse
IN THE FLOWER.
In the flower
I created forms
A habitat for living
Moulded to shape
A resonance of life.
Chased across waters
By propagators of demise
Some cold -blooded monsters
Moving in fissured guise.
Images that are free
Contemplations of spirit
Moulding with my fingers
Shapes defying definitions.
Where ever I move
There is the spirit
There is the life
Away from classifications
Constructed by the race of men.
Give way to spirit
Beyond those trifle concepts
In markets of consumption
Fooled not by the trivial decepts.
Categories:
classifications, art
Form: Verse