pastel spring's coming
ushered in by fresh fragrance
lemon blooms sunning
posh pink flowers peep
pearl snowdrops left with the clouds
blue roses still sleep
buttercups, lilacs
green ivy resumes its creep
daffodil comebacks
pansies rich and bold
flutter with peach peonies
pink sun marigolds
One's heart, One's soul was entrusted, dispensed on a platter with
good intentions.
Some say love should hurt because love is pain, Love shouldn't hurt
it's an expression of actions and not words.
For what purposes? Ego, Deceit, Double Dealings, Manipulations.
Is Love on a two-way street? Triangles, guards, denials, and heartaches
all are Complicated.
Healing amidst all the heartaches ingresses comebacks, self defense and
divine protection of healing one's inner being.
Setbacks and Comebacks
Faith goes beyond the fear
It transforms our imperfections
And makes it beautiful
Hope drenched in fire
Destroying the liar!
In truth and sincerity
Your purpose sparkles higher
This is your comeback
Overriding your setback
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Comebacks over Setbacks
Faith goes beyond the fear
The Word of the Lord is always near
The mercies of God are new every morning
It transforms our imperfection
And makes it beautiful
This is your comeback
Flowing with Grace and tracing
Every Word in Scripture
This is your comeback
Hope drenched in fire
Destroying the liar!
In truth and sincerity
Your purpose sparkles higher
This is your comeback
Comebacks over Setbacks
Faith in the Lord Jesus goes beyond fear
The Word of the Lord is always near
This is your comeback
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
A thousand words later
we’re still talking.
I know I’m being reflexive,
this banter a transparent way
to paint clowns on speech bubbles;
ripostes that ricochet off any real wit.
Later still, alone in my head - the replay,
the should have said and the unsaid.
Witty repartee are invented,
not only as late additions
but as inserts, addendums, and edits
in an ongoing discourse.
Some words still hang in the air,
digitized like finger bones.
A back and forth exchange
of words ping-ponging along
as afterthoughts.
Next time we chin-wag
my comebacks and rejoinders
will be better timed and scripted,
unless of course you also
have been rehearsing yet more
retorts and asides.
Inharmonious worlds
We are two inharmonious worlds as a cry.
As if we like sins, deliberately happened,
As if we were obstinately juggling
The calmness of water and moment
Two divergent epochs we are
Between wilderness and return,
So especial and so distinguished
In the width of text and amazement
Listening as if we heard our voices
Runaway from our mouths and burn
Crying, as if their comebacks like lightning!
So miserable this life will be-
If it's not "gathering two separated person"
Misled by echo, not longing!
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Inharmonious worlds
We are two inharmonious worlds as a cry.
As if we like sins, deliberately happened,
As if we were obstinately juggling
The calmness of water and moment
Two divergent epochs we are
Between wilderness and return,
So especial and so distinguished
In the width of text and amazement
Listening as if we heard our voices
Runaway from our mouths and burn
Crying, as if their comebacks like lightning!
So miserable this life will be-
If it's not "gathering two separated person"
Misled by echo, not longing!
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
When aged singers
Go on the stage to sing
Their voices have lost their clarity
And also lost that zing
It is the time to retire
When the audience starts to boo
These constant comebacks
Are not the thing to do
Don't you all realise
When it's the time to stop
Why didn't you cease to sing
While you were still on top
It must make you all feel sad
And as nostalgic as it may seem
It's better to be remembered well
And not as a has-been
I don’t know tic tac toe
so I rhyme this with flow,
showing Nick Nac knows
how to serve the perfect dose.
Measuring the rhymes
like I’m pleasuring the lines,
leisure for the minds
like I’m lemon and I’m lime,
1st and 2nd personalities
pushed to share realities,
combining combat and comebacks
as I incompetently rap,
you’re ripping me now
it’s a banter attack,
shyt but gripping somehow
as I pant and sound crap.
It’s another chicken dinner
from Mr Trim Trimmer,
not a rapper or a singer
but, a mother loving winner.
POTD 02/02/2019
Tact Is a Virtue
I Don’t Possess
Written: by Tom Wright
3/9/2018
Being tactful isn’t a trait you’ll often see me use,
I’m just a man who always speaks his mind.
Some consider my lack to border mental abuse,
And at times, others may think, I’m being unkind.
I say things to avoid any misunderstanding,
Perhaps at times I come across as being brash.
Though voice may rise it won’t be demanding,
And I’ve stored many “comebacks” in my cache.
If it makes you feel better just pick me apart,
For my having a backbone or my being bold;
For the things I’ve said originated in my heart,
When God finished me He obsoleted that mold.
Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri
Brenda Chiri don't try me
It's not old and told,
same gun, bullets roll,
pull it hole
strolling rhymes,
quick time,
literally laying these words at pace
while you take out a pen and paper
jotting down like a waiter,
rhymes to cater
couldn't be straighter,
down the line
the same constant whine
from the kind drinking wine,
out the bottle not the glass,
you aint got the throttle or the class
to spas alongside my asss,
I'll set you a task
watch you finish last,
dragging your handbag to bits,
alongside your sandbag tets,
I can do the splits and backflips,
you have splits in your hips,
see me now, I plough like magic,
your comebacks are plastic
made with fake fabric,
with laxative patches
you're like Bush giving a speech,
five letter words beyond your vocal reach,
needing a teacher like a freak,
I fight on the beaches,
I'll fight you and all your beaches,
egging you on,
like Brenda you strong
but your words make me mong,
so until next time for now I say to you so long.
“Come on, you got nothing on me!”
“You’re right, nothing on you is mine.”
Comebacks are things I’m certainly not good at.
I’m the one who gets roasted like a chunk o’ meat.
“Oh, uh, well… I don’t know…”
“Of course you don’t. You never do.”
I always stutter. No matter how hard I try.
Words aren’t my thing.
“First things first, I’m a say all the words inside my head.
“I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been.”
I love to sing and play instruments.
Music is my thing.
“What do you think of my drawing?”
“It’s ok, I guess.”
I always draw random things I see.
Scenery, people, items, flowers, anything.
No one has the same quirks as another.
Everyone is one of a kind.
My quirks make my bloopers
which make every production come together.
-written 2/4/18
I expect to get mistreated if I try,
But I already know it will only be for a short time,
All this time with me you waged war,
Neverending...back and forth,
If I didn't agree with you, or play along,
Your hurtful words, and comebacks strong,
In a drunken stupor the truth comes out,
All of your fears, all of your doubts,
If you don't want the truth, please don't ask,
Because sober you hide behind the mask,
I shake my head in silence when I hear your lies,
It breaks my heart everytime,
Because you live and breathe for a glorified image,
What's it going to take for you to stop this,
I'm your muse and the butt of your jokes,
But one day you'll look back and realize I loved you the most,
And I'll take your ridicule like a champ,
And at the end of your act I'll still be your friend,
Your not winning when you make me cry,
Because I'm still living for the love inside,
I don't need an image to stand,
The love I have is my right hand man.
Withdrawals
Withdrawals
are the ones barricaded
with Self-enticed
Set backs of surreal struggles
Withdrawals
It is the prolonging
Fidgets of a
Sensual Narcotic
Coated with a metallic uranium
Withdrawals
Its is The devastating
60 feet under
Traumatic tragedy loss
Of the others
Withdrawals
It is The so called exhilarant
Comebacks
Temptation
Of a man or woman
you loved for eons
withdrawals
it is the good times
remembrance
of the creative
outlaw you've known
so well your whole life
Withdrawals o withdrawals
this unknown word
this word called withdrawal
it occurs on the upmost
sunny
clouded
or grey
of days
withdrawals
Born in greed, torture and hate
I built bridges long enough to overturn my fate
Dire expectations…
I made sure I paid no heed to silly temptations
Interlude to the start of a new journey
I designed options
Set my goals into massive proportions
Selective memory…
I devised a form of poetry without being bound by precautions
We live to die
And yet we work to live in the hope for a better future
What if we are not part of that future?
An exception to such mentality
I paved a way to success without death as a formality
Christ the redeemer…
Unrelated to the content, but a simplification to your enigma
You should know this by now…
Only conquerors are true believers
Crying foul yet you mingle with unbelievers
HE never lives
Setbacks pioneer greater comebacks to the one who believes
I am not a preacher
However in the gospel termed “richer”
Out of reach, out of sight
Set forth my hand to write, to be and become
In this offering God will delight
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