Feeling sluggish, shelled.
Lithely lingering in the dust and grime.
Palette grey and dull, devoid of crisp bright hues,
Brushes all furry, frayed, blunt, incapable of fine detail.
Apathy and complacency palls to gloom and doom in my room.
Inactivity and being non-committal, chokes the creative urge, to be stillborn.
But then, words and poetry flood into the brain during sleepless nights.
There's no stopping it.
Its spell, dispels the squashes, and quells the squishes to splats.
Standard bearers lead the Hearse
Past we Veterans lining the road ,
Booted and Suited, at the salute,
In that honoured Veterans’ Code.
We all enter with respect on
This sad and solemn day
Standards precede his coffin
As we see our brother on his way.
His long faithful service Included
An almost forgotten Korean War,
Now Our Brother Noel is at peace,
Memories can’t trouble him any more.
We few are here in lieu of those
Who today couldn’t be present,
The band of fellow Veterans
We few so solemnly represent.
At the finish of the ceremony
At attention, sad eyed, mute
We stand by his casket for
One last farewell salute
Just a few years I knew him,
Considered him my friend,
Sadly but with pride I come,
Here to Parade at his end.
Monica is her name
She was mould in modesty
Meek to her motherland..
More matured than nature
Monica motile with sensation..
Mood to the moon
With money inherited
Majestic and colorful
Mystical in her morality
Merrymake and smart
Model status
Melodious voice
Mild-mannered..
Committal...
Murderous monday morning
Monica mood turn muddy
Messy and mournful
Motherhood engulfed
For she was molested,
rape, deflowered, cheated
and battered..
Lost!
Wicked world
Life's unfair
Hatred to humanity
Marital gift snatched
Pregnant to unknown
Monica mourn..
What are the remnants of today’s despair?
The unbearable sadness wickedly with intent,
The without pivoting to the realness of in it the context.
Seeming not what is envisioned to be the dispatched,
Developments of self – suckling on to be the for all.
What is of the uniqueness in support,
Through twos and threes and anchored in untested,
The appointments pivoting to the promises blanketed,
Stringing all along for the satisfaction and thrill of self-boost,
In riches and in ego from the to be for all.
What is of the realizations from the day’s count,
The rehabilitation of promises designed to lure through attention,
The today in half term that we still be non-committal and undeterred,
The blockbusting through town classed and egoed,
For them twos and threes inked in greed.
What is the word for tomorrow’s count,
Ghosting through all for the non-assertion of terms following,
The rejections of appointments through creeds and cultures.
For this level of leverage and compensation,
In brotherhood to parties different,
Haha’d by two and threes,
For same woes,
Bad leaders.
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
Voluble, vocal
He didn’t agree
She remained non-committal
He thought, “It’s so dull.”
As he wanted everything
In black and white
Too suddenly
Too quickly
His watch words
Transparency and openness
No roundabouts, no guess
Scared to offend
She tried to mend
Willy-nilly toed the line
Bringing a sparkle
And a shine
To the relationship
Which now seemed
To take off
After the initial blip
Resulting in gushings
And outpourings
Too much
Too soon
Suspense killed
Mystery resolved
Thrill evaporated
Excitement got jaded
Relationship meandered
Before coming to a halt
He wondered
But could not pin the fault
Eventually asked
‘Who messed?’
She replied,
“Things would have been better
If unexpressed”
Not at once, but gradually at my feet
random leaves, brown and brittle
carpenters diligently march in
leaving my bark somewhat non-committal
Furtively, up grow the undesirables
the weedy weeds and the pesty pests
erstwhile friends in the summer sun
the heavenly snag inviting inquests
Wounded tree under forest affliction
how to water; too little, too much
scarred by the bear claw and lightning strike
yielding to the woodpecker, chickadee and bluebird clutch
Where only warmth now lingers, the flame once fired
stands the smiling woodsman cleaning his plate
glistening against my trunk in the wink of a rising sun
a sharpened ax waits and waits
Laugh at the world right now
Twisting emptying shell we wonder how
Time after time wars come
Deep loss post weapons hum
Countries losing blood refugees flee
Welcoming nations have been key
Lost so much finding so little
appears peace warrants asylum committal
Demagogues, wolves in sheep skin
Spewing rhetoric making heads spin
Leading blind still sustain lying illusion
Smart few staving off logical conclusion
Yes we assuredly must laugh
Reading in tears world's epitaph
Take off the glasses and
look at it closely, the infant
universe of the ?
receding age.
I said, weapons should not
be allowed to speak, cheating
the all terrain of
humankind.
The legality has to be
defined to earn the daily
bread for impregnable
hunger.
Whatsoever, there was no
precedence to take the occult
into the homes of non-
committal voices.
You become the temple
without god, who was
waiting at the gate.
Satish Verma
Life is filled with trepidation
For both the young and old
But with a little dedication
Following through will take hold
Just follow through, your told
Remember when learning to bat
The ball went sailing by
Dad said there’s nothing that you lack
Just follow through and it will fly
Just follow through and it will fly
When a cute girl got your attention
And you had a chance to meet
How to ask her out, was the question
Just follow through; she’ll think you’re sweet
Just follow through; she’ll think you’re sweet
Then college was a load to manage
Too many choices blew the mind
Though was told to get an advantage
Just follow through; don’t fall behind
Just follow through; don’t fall behind
I was on the edge for marriage to begin
But afraid to make that committal
Yet, she’d follow me through thick and thin
Just following through answered the riddle!
Following through answers all riddles!
Companion.
Comparable, compassionate compatibility.
Committal, compound or common availability.
Glorification panoistic or repudiation ability.
Inattentive, inappreciable, impudent cruelity.
Repletion straggled and monolith joky stability.
Licentious, monolatry rendering ostensibility.
So and So, So Much.
Not so much as out of touch
as such
more so so much untouchable.
Nor so vague as unguessable
the intangible
more so or less the language
we re-touch
the blurred outline with
Not so much as unguessable
the soft luggage
more so that ill-defined
as much
more so the ephemeral baggage
of its mist out lined
to blind
As much as so much pretense
to be clear
the tongue loves whispers
with so much of truth
in as much of inhalation
yet so much as much joy
it speaks
and more
but does nothing less.
Not so much as out of touch
as such
more so so much untouchable.
So sleeping the selfish makes so much satisfactory
and as such so much of life
to live your life
is all that is made so readily.
The amplitude is empty
as such left as it was
by an unaccounted for yesterday
and yesterday when so much was left to be that much
but never more than that
as such.
Not so much as untouchable not so much
more so
as completely and utterly
out of touch.
So sleepily the selfish makes all so much
and thinks that is all so much
satisfactory.
Such an ill-defined love
by non committal.
The warmth converging over to you now,
denies that not a drop of it shall leave
as hearts have done in merriment conceive,
one's sanity to lose it or allow:
Contained in words the overture from source
has filled a sigh and sent it on a breeze,
whilst tempests urge it shudder no remorse
and neither shall they pardon your release.
I hear the thoughts surrounding you the next
whoever sends committal like I've owned
hath sworn a thousand words which now protects
the sanctuary paradise postponed.
Whilst perishing the thought I have to find,
your deep encrusted love which has been mined.
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