A gong sounds again
Squalled with familiar war cries
Bringing me on my feet again
To pick the best tools, drop the fries
One more bite and I’m the next casualty
Picking military regalia, dress down to the task’d
My alert generals whine, pumping grit in my faculty
So I can dodge through the strictness unfrisk’d
Doing rehearsals amid fear
Just to stay put with the adversary’s whim
To never forget his tactful enticing tear
At the expense of my sympathy grim
Am not headed for perpetual fall
For I’ve made out the trickery and malice in lair
Yesterday’s battle for crown in virtuosos’ hall
Really confirmed how emeritus victory and flair
Counteth not at the status quo
And that we can change yesterday’s outcome
If only we could be termed as the trio or duo
Of our grit and purged frolicsome
Selves
And so, whether magnate in our seedy residence
Or cognate to the salient diamonds
We shun perfection decadence
To only unmask dazzling splendid diamonds!
Categories:
cognate, analogy, deep, introspection, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Irrefutable evolution conduits
Matter tip toes through tunnels
Microscopic nano shifts continue
Outperformers filter free of funnel
Replicas of kept traits hail heredity
Thrivers cognate with larger logic
Attentive nurture forms pedigree
Love poured over timid progeny
Genome keys cut exacting bones
Entrapped wrapped sticky chrysalis
Nature photocopies, care duly hones
Elevating banquet, perpetual Christmas
Elevation in Evolution
Eighth of December
Desirable Education
Categories:
cognate, baby, blessing, endurance, graduation,
Form: Acrostic
Embroidery whose titan never gets credit
An empire whose founder is long forgotten
And exists only as an adage, whose tale relives
Long forgotten history
History that ministered hope to those dimming out
Shone paths to those whose itinerary was threatened by
Dark dusks and cloudy daytimes
A magnate whose reputation was the
Long run cup of poison, brewed enough to take his life
An army general whose subordinates conspired and unseated
Him, uncrowned him from glory with thorns
A trusted cognate who is declared illegitimate at the reading
Of a will
We all are victims of our previous milestones misunderstood
Fruitful efforts unappreciated and rightful places robbed
Once we were at the pinnacle but we only stare up at it
From the footstool we found ourselves suddenly
The peak of one mountain seemingly the bottom of the other
The tempting decision to drop off the pinnacle and grow wings
To land on the top of Everest or the slopes of Aberdares
Whichever the outcome let it be loud,
You were once at the top, and you are back there!
Categories:
cognate, confidence, courage,
Form: Free verse
Image of Coyote Animal Snow by Pixabay
Coyote Corner
Coyotes are wolves near cognate brothers,
closer to jackals who are bred o'er seas,
plus, noted slang for smugglers of mothers
and tots who lacked to grasp the ABCs.
Found hereabouts the USA, merely
south of the border some ways then back up
northbound throughout Canada. Stars queerly
dusk also dawn ... wreak howls, dull stares faceup.
Coyotes balance the way that they hunt;
when they are alone, they pounce on small prey,
nevertheless, whenever they confront
larger beast's, pack forms and perfects the slay.
When faced by coyotes, thrash your body,
yell, throw objects or be a wolf and *pee.
*Though blood brothers, wolves are also a coyote's nemesis and they are quite savvy of "marking one's territory".
2021 June 1
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND SONNET
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 30
Categories:
cognate, animal, character,
Form: Sonnet
am I made of glass or not I see no reflection
am I solid like the rose do I know reflection
does my scent cling onto him each time I disappear
does my spirit shine like the star's aglow reflection
what avenue should I take to get to his garden nook
what cupid will join me and my fellow reflection
will I be pleasing or brave enough to win his heart
will I espy the glass and see his show reflection
am I made of glass or not this remains to be seen
am I the cognate of his chamber's window reflection
forfeit not love for sake of lust, mirror on the wall
forfeit me not when I abide in Joe's reflection
transparent as pixie dust, but I'm not made of glass
transparent as moonlight yes, in my beaus reflection.
September 1, 2020
Categories:
cognate, love, magic,
Form: Ghazal
Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold,
eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold.
Ancient legends and myths from many times,
beginnings and ends through mulching slimes.
Egyptians sensed the connection in fungi to gods,
only Pharaohs allowed to have them as foods.
Consuming the fungi to become immortal static,
Mushroom stones in Mesoamerica enigmatic.
The Rig Veda describes the juice of Soma,
considered as precious liquid of stardust and earth aroma.
Indispensable in all worships and ritual,
similar to Greek deities of cognate ambrosia.
Consumed in Shamanic sessions to contact spirits of the dead,
fortifying long hunting trips an dreams thread.
Penicillin antibiotics against bacterial infection,
surviving the war with needed invention.
Psilocybin and psilocin magic shrooms,
DMT, acid blotters magic truffles booms.
Alice in wonderland and the philosopher’s stone,
introspective hallucination and psychosis throne.
Natures secret language by mildews organisms,
earths everlasting fungi dew compost prism.
Categories:
cognate, 12th grade, metaphor, mystery,
Form: Ballade
INSIDE CAUTIONS…?
Knitting some dreams within my heart
Hastly I wished to become her part
Unknown to hurdles ,I stand out for my emotions
She refused but,after giving some “CAUTIONS4”
Havoc started inside the Inwardness
Is that a girl…?,whose name is happiness..?
Seldom I flavoured, such a pain over past
However its gorgeous to annoy her inside the class
Intensely the Time travelled with memories
Variying the emotions,within life theories
Anew bond cognate us along a clearance
Memorise those “CAUTIONS4” ,contains LOVE FRAGRANCE…..
Categories:
cognate, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Kites fly high; trees grow tall
Crackers go up ; vapours reach clouds.
Signs of progress; directions to function
Indicating vigour ; actions of dedication.
Kites a cognate of Chinese first
Kites a pastime & sport for rest
Kites –kings of sky with a crest
Kites- dash against winds just.
Kites conquer sky like a kajal to eye
Kites make a crop of paper flowers in the sky
Kites embark on a journey with winds, clouds &dust.
Flying freely with a wish to touch the sky
Without fright marching forward
Varied in shapes &sizes
Kites take the flow of the wind.
Kites get torn, kites get turned
Kites get rolled up with the other,
Flying line the only saviour.
Kites diverge; but within domain
Kites lost; but surely revived.
Dare to wear an adventurous cap
Spare not a chance to stand a top
Fly like kites; Kites are prissy &pop.
Categories:
cognate, color, sky,
Form: Free verse
A human being constantly remains
heated up in the fire of struggles.
that fire not only burns him
but also melts him down
heartiness and blaze are virtues of fire
and we call them
compassion and delinquescence
discontentment is nature as well as
quality of a human being
and this discontentment pushes him
constantly towards perfection
his longings for something more
rouse his mirage
contentment is the greatest pleasure
of human life
all the wealth becomes dust
on achieving this pleasure
we believe that realization is
the basis of philosophy of life
bless us with devotion, knowledge
and mortification
we pray to omnipotent god
we need to experience
the gust of life waving around us
sorrow and happiness
are our cognate and cognizant
but human life lacks many things
but to experience the perfection of it
is our meaningfulness
(By Kishan Negi)
Categories:
cognate, life, spiritual, truth,
Form: Prose Poetry
Why did Donald Trump emerge,
As a presidential frontrunner?
Why did people call a businessman,
To be a political gun, a stunner?
Politics is in disrepute today,
Requiring tight legal regulation,
Because advantage has been taken,
Financially, by the means of representation.
UK politics has shown deficiency,
Recently it has blown the steed,
With the expenses scandal,
From the politicians greed.
Can we really be represented,
Understood by criminals of fraud?
When the citizen needs loved,
Not dictated to by a god.
Socialism can be respected,
In its redistribution of wealth,
There should be fewer millionaires,
To better other people’s health.
Cognate with power’s regulators,
Validate their existence,
Petition for police inquiries,
To demand rigid penitence.
Categories:
cognate, america, character, leadership, money,
Form: Rhyme
I can’t help by slip and fall
As I watch the cognate shudder
But the top of this link is indeed tall
Who cares, when for some reason it was smoothened?
On purpose, to test my stamping gait
As I watch the cognate appear to soothe
The pain of the cognizance of being bait
How stinky the façade, the affected smiles and winks
Which choke me and aggravate my ataxia
As I watch the cognate, I think of my kink
The kink I made myself with no anesthesia
For as saturation is no good without bending
It is nice to be unsaturated; just a little bending
As I watch the cognate curl the sarcasms in wits
I cannot agree less, I haven’t been more than a dimwit
Categories:
cognate, life, sad,
Form: I do not know?
i see the city from a high drift
all those shimmering lights
somewhere out in that sea of halogen and high wattage
you exist
i have an idea where
but i'm not certain
the man-made horizon seems to shift
like a lazy breeze
sauntering through it
the mitochondria in my neurons
seem to sway with this motion
malfunctioning just a bit
as i feel your essence
but i am lost
and am but a mere cipher
on my lofty perch
a ghost swirling about in the air
ephemeral wisps caught
in the spines of the cacti
as i
look for hallowed grounds
should i go and excavate
the sidewalks that are traversed by the dead
in search of the occasional light
that shines from the eyes
of a cognate soul
or
should i go home
and lament over all the love lost
twisted over some fantasy of eternal
unquestioning love
the wind pushes
so now i'll just go where the metal box
with an accelerator and a steering wheel
takes me
Categories:
cognate, introspection, people, places,
Form: Free verse
Hex jam in zinc plated steel on our fingers
wound 'till the skin broke in edges and splinters
Promised to bind any rust eye or fissure
cauterized smoking of thus
We are the cogs in the wheels at ignition
fluid in motion except indecision
Bliss like a novel in last stage revision
Unusual vehicle: "Us".
Categories:
cognate, friendship, life, love, people,
Form: Rhyme