On giving up one's peace is to be fractured for unspecified
periods of intervals, For what? Confrontation, opposite
resolutions, to be understood by the big bad wolf?
letting others influence one's need to be happy all the
time will ultimately boomerang, stop trying to impact
others it will eventually give people power over you, and
don't retain grudges and blame one's problems on
exterior circumstances, take responsibility for one's
life, Seek Peace
Amid clinging to anger stop anger it only reduces
your life, Seek Peace
Pursue contentment by conditioning one's mind to
process life as it is, comparatively than as you think
it ought to be. Seek Peace
Be appreciative, not lingering on how you wish
things should be, Be obliged for the present
moments, mistakes happen on the other hand
be content with what one has
and what's purposeful. Be appreciative
with fortitude and gallantry. Seeking Peace
My footsteps changed and there upon stood this wide ostensibly simple wooden door which laid open such that I could see the comparatively dim candle lights on the alter.
With my every heart beating sound, I approached cautiously with a rather uncertain foot step towards that alter.
I could not but hold back the feeling of an overwhelming silence lingering within my thoughts.
Before that alter and underneath the shadow of the dancing candle light, this of ours laid there, lifeless; and along with them, had taken away all my strength.
It seems awfully naive to think that you're the only ones
In such a vast universe you know so little about.
There are millions and millions of planets, moons, and suns
That can harbor the possibility of life, throughout.
The smartest people of the human race on planet Earth
Can't even fathom the knowledge of what really exists.
Your species is so young, comparatively, in its birth
To what's really out there beyond that with which you subsist.
I'm of a species that your mind can't even understand.
We came to Earth millions of years before you existed.
We stuck around longer than we originally planned.
When it was time to leave, many of our kind resisted.
So, we left them behind, something many of us regret.
But we thought, at the time, that it was the right thing to do.
Our friends died a horrible death, and we were so upset.
We all took a vow to never again return to you.
But you dig up their bones like some sort of disgusting prize.
You rebuild them and put them in museums on display.
Soon, you will be gone and after your horrible demise,
We'll return to Earth and bury them in a proper way.
IN TELLING PARLANCE
beautifully
sequenced
comforting haunting
forms &
rhythms
&
sequence
potent
rhyming in
abundance
endures
to
mesmerise
the
spirit of
dissent
this treatise
comparatively
rare
yet
so consciousness-raising
a
bizarre offshoot
properly
equivalent&
radical
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Deep purple tulips - virtually black,
I spied,
amidst the otherwise boring
pastels,
for the merlot-colored beauties
drew me near,
to drink them into my eyes -
a tiger-eye smile, where light shines.
I’m made up
for a celebratory party, comparatively
trivial
alongside such divine buttercups -
royal, sublime.
Deep purple tulips speak poetry
in a foreign tongue.
I lean in to listen to their strange
speech.
Not apt to forget their whisper amidst
the clique of colors,
and the colorless whites I rub elbows with.
The servers meld into the mix. Their smiles,
brighten my experience, with deep purple lips.
4/2/2022
AMBIVALENCE
free from convention
a special destiny
defining change
singular
accentuating
distortions
so visible
yet
continuous
clear
authentic
discernible
inscribed
elaborated
irresistibly
structured
comparatively
relaxed in transition
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Always comparative! Everything we measure
Judge them, if they are good or bad or better
One says I’m the best, but for another not sure
Of course he can not be, for me he’s very clever
What’s happening, how to define, no one tell ever
My advice, don’t measure yourself with other
10/05/2021
Bite size poem no.22
comparatively thinking,
that it is a story, the entirety
the hungry, the tired, the down trodden
the past and the present, and even
the future
all just a comparative that held
all the secrets, the mysterious dots
that could never connect,
for it was an impossibility to even
consider such a thing
And then there I was
caught right smack in the middle
ten years ago, it was ten years
ago, when my eyes saw
it for the very first time,
and almost immediately
I knew, there was nothing like it
not no where, no how.
I think it was a phantom
realization
of the inevitable
which rarely coincides with
the past
but there it was
standing before me all perfectly
clear, almost brazen like
in stature
calling itself, The Obvious
Peace!
Autumn's moon truly radiant and full
in a stippled and rapture blue sailcloth
of inward bliss. How fragile is the troth
in nature's errs that's hurled into the pull?
Alter of light dramatize trembling leaves
drifting throughout on the gravel below.
Shadows cast across the ground in repose.
Silence surge as darkness draws, heed for thieves.
Snappish breeze spring up slicing through darkness.
Wet mist and fever dew glimmer and press
earth's unturned heart yet bizarrely ageless.
Then, gently kiss in soft fading stillness.
Winters day lull in early calm slumber,
veiling life into a frosted wonder.
2/26/2019
al·ter
verb
change or cause to change in character or composition, typically in a comparatively small but significant way.
In this world, riches are comparatively few
the ones that are, seem not to be wise
Solomon chose correctly seeking wisdom
far above all riches sought the right prize
Having all the money in this world
would have no value at all to me
the true source of riches is my God
who owns all as far the eye can see
Jesus said if you gain the whole world
what do you gain if you lose your soul?
for we leave this world with nothing
ending up like Oliver with an empty bowl
So stick close to Jesus your true love
He gave up all His riches to save you
giving you His wisdom to live for Him
the riches of God are yours forever new
Comparatively you will never be like me
You do not have the necessary personality
Your judgements about me are undefined
Being equipped without the stronger mind
Jealousy is the ugliest character defect
To hate on me does not earn you respect
People like you are societies negative breed
Never a helping hand just one held out in greed
Trying so very hard for your voice to be heard
But there is no substance behind your word
Stubbornly you just continue on trying
Everyone else already knows you are lying
All that you do just makes me stronger
I doubt you'll even be around much longer
So next time that you may decide to attack
I'll be right behind you so better watch your back
11/15/17
Written for contest: "Judgemental People & Haters"
Hosted by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 4th in Contest Results
Acceptance is an affliction festering within the minds of the hordes,
within those who fail to accept their own imperfections.
I am far too familiar with the pains of ridicule
and my own unwarranted determination of acceptance
into a society that belittles those who are atypical.
I was once absorbed by my own persistence,
my own self-pity, my own ignorance.
We each possess our own abnormalities,
some visually apparent,
others lay dormant within a conceited mind.
I am repulsed by those who, under scalpel,
alter their guise, merely to appease society.
In their distorted reality, acceptance is paramount.
I lament for those whose impairments
encumber a comparatively normal existence.
Normality is relative to one’s own mind,
as is the sad reality
of being accepted by others.
In crowds bigly
And comparatively small
The Barker
Shot poisoned grammar arrows
At apple pie heads
Crowds roared with baked smiles
At milestones tossed
Across potomac alters
The Barker
Injected his virus
With mucus spray; tanned
With ease, aimed to please
He opened
His lips to fervid ears,
"Gather my trodden prey
Drink in this wolfish day,
I'm offered upon your crowns
Thorned by your bidding".
The Barker slithered his tongue
Wet with promise
And aimed
Arrow tipped sovereignty at the crowd.
He warned of witch hunts
Casting cosmopolitan spells
He bent the ears
Of youthful virtue
And glazed the past with boos
He spoke of imaginary signals
That praised his plans
He pledged to build things great again
Bigger than before
Skillfully he hides
Under tall silk hats
That cover colonial cranium worms
Each day his ego is fed
By the thoughts in his own head
And as the virus looms
One by one his goons
Believe all that is said.
Everything seems to be meaningless
The beauty you hold one day it fades away
The house you build crumbles down anyway
Money and power men accumulate in hands
Fingers have gaps and those have wings
Both either slip down or fly away
I search and have been searching
Since I developed inquisitive mind
A thing or two comparatively of longer durability
I went to a desert and asked the sand
The sand smiled at me and said ‘’take my dunes ‘’
Then I went to an ocean vast and asked the tide
The tide rose and looked at me and said ‘’take my foams’’
I was tired but yet not spiritless
I climbed and climbed and reached to the cliff
The cliff gave me heard look and said ‘’take away my ice chunk ‘’
This time I really broke
And climbed down with a saddened heart
Suddenly I saw something inside
And it was a flash
Glowed and shined bright
And told me in whisper it is in your mind what you search
In joy I hurried back and sat down to write this poetry.
Religious cooperative
When I do- as a liberal should- defend Muslims and
their religion and the right to worship as they wish
yet I think Islam is holding the people back as it is
too self - obsessed putting the absolute demands
of this subversion of this eastern religion that is
a comparatively a new religion with elements of
Judaism and Christianity, yet Islam is despite what
we have heard and the excesses of the fanatics, who
contrary to true Islamic thinking, spew hateful lies,
a peaceful religion as we see practised by
the Palestinians.
Both creeds Christianity and Islam reject the idea of
free for all sexual norms of Judaism and before we are
dismissed of anti- Semitism I still think we are right
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