They think, like dolphins or elephants they're so smart,
And like goats they behave rather intelligent;
They think by riches they can get everything bought,
Even the rarest of rare gems of great elegance...
I had once, by error, conceived such a concept,
Started wielding, like kings, the scepter of power;
Over the rules and laws, I could get my conquest,
Even on the state treasury, I could tower...
I walked, talked, smiled, laughed, and as a kangaroo leaped
Ate, drank, made merry, and often celebrated;
Though around my mansions the poor like large rags heaped,
I went as though nothing to be cogitated...
It's then when once like the sun I peeped within me,
I could find vacuums with darkness flirting in;
I eat but feel no strength; my laugh has no true glee,
Like the dark clouds, glooms, within me, have made their inn...
The poor, needy, homeless - all I see so happy,
Like birds of the air and fish of the sea they flow;
It's hence I ask me like a prodigal hippy,
Losing my simplicity how far shall I go?
01 July 2021
Categories:
cogitated, life, simple, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
Wondering at life i mused, it is stage by stage
Worrying in life i echoed, add nothing to the gauge
Weighing the life i noticed honour comes not by age
Wandering i discovered, life can put one in a cage
Watching i observed, there are people filled with rage
Waiting i witnessed, they were denied of their wage
Writing i cogitated in the corner of my cottage
What! i shouted, life's struggle is real and not a mirage
Working i realise Life doesn't gives what one deserves
Willing i Strife for i know life gives what one demands
We only need to take one step at a time.
Categories:
cogitated, africa,
Form: Alliteration
COME FORTH
"Call Master!" Swollen eyes prove disbelief.
The eerie aura of cruel silent grave
in titanic fence for cadaver’s save.
"Why us?" They thought the night-rider’s the thief:
Covert – the Victor cogitated this grief
to glory in Laz’rus – who’s a death’s slave.
Peace and tiff his kith and kin rather crave-
to sing joyful songs hid in sorrow brief.
He titled Resurrect in caliber
rolled stone; undress the Dead for longing mate.
"Come forth! Come forth!!" comforts the Comforter:
A rebirth from sleep – faces titivate:
Acquaintances wine and dine in wonder;
Saints in all generations celebrate
Categories:
cogitated, faith, longing,
Form: Sonnet
Once upon a fate
She took some pills
to try to kill
the pain excruciate.
Then went to bed
her soul unfed
already dead
when someone's deity or other said,
“Murder's not a real good way
out, mostly 'cause it's not a way
out and you could end up finding your way.
Entirely up to you is all I'm gonna say.”
Then she woke up
and went to the emergency room
where they detoxed her system while she cogitated on
Thou shalt not kill.
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Nancy Jones
Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts
Categories:
cogitated, death, forgiveness, hope,
Form: Rhyme