Orban man, has a plan.' To enligten brussels with a taste
Of a jam..' Made to their recipe..' Lets see if they'll stand?
Hungary didn't like its taste'. Or so says Orban.' So he's
Got up some transport.. that he'll fill to the brim' with the
Results of their recipe.' That 'He says' tastes like sin' well
Good old brussels.! Whad'ya say.? I see your mouths are
Quite open.! Did I hear that?? Again.? Was it a yea.? For the
World wants to see' you digest these conserves To be bussed in just for you, now will you keep to your words.?
On his raft, the lone traveler was now at a couple of cable lengths from the two islands. He could distinctively see the trees.
He smiled. At last, he would have some fresh fruits to eat instead of conserves and salty ham.
To reach to forest, one had a cliff to climb. The other had a welcoming beach.
He chose the warm sand glistening in the sun.
The paradise of hope was clear.
Above all, for the inhabitants of the island, hungry cannibals, happy to see fresh meat.
rain poured, the dwy slowly
passed by, sunlight broke....
ducks returned to pond's deep depths
blustery breeze whipped fallen
leaves, ushering in north air
ice spewed, earth shivers
sunlight's welcomed warmth
by day, hibernation dens
huddling conserves heat by night
7-5-7
7-7-5
5-7-7
Written: 12-15-2022
First attempt at new forms...
dwy-noun-a gusty flurry or shower, a brief squall or storm accompanied by precipitation.
Contest: Triple New Charlieku
Sponsor: Charles Messina
SWEET MOTHER
I stood by the window
As I watched the sunrise
Waiting for you to come home
For we all miss you
I find it difficult in my heart
To holdback, the tears shed a fortnight
I still feel your love afresh in my heart
It conserves me when the night is dark
I long to behold you, to clasp your hand
Walk with you every Sunday to church
Also the times we both went to the market
Oh, how I miss the sweet savor of your smile
I can not measure sacrificed made for the family
You always have the best intentions for me
I am sorry for my selfish attitude
Not getting used to a world without you
The significance of a loving mother
Is priceless, invariably at its face value
Wish I can turn back the hands of time
Show you how much you have impacted
My whole life wetin a short while
I have grown to be an upright man
Kept your words close to my heart
To live the right life
All Rights Reserved © Akan Udofia 2021
Sonnet is not an infidel depository,
how can one be infidel to singing!
how not to weep the weeping,
sans sonnet, which is antidote to gall ...
Sonnet is the song of troubadours
is the secret treasure of illusionists
not being metier only of doctors,
but cannot be tamed by anarchist.
The sonnet is the host fact of pain
chief guardian of poetic wisdom and
whoever does it, is one who does
Conserves its origin and its dynasty
to perform it well with pomp, nobility
as one who honors and cares for his love
As autumn approached the colourful trees, it drained the beauty and colour of nature. The timber blissfully released its blossomed leaves to remain but lifeless…
And then winter came, I ask: “what have you bought for us?” but my eyes were sufficient to witness the harmony it revealed.
Calmness showered as so gently that a smokeless fire of contentment warmed my cold soul, and the peaceful breeze of summer bloomed in my pulse.
I contemplate: What a beauty winter conserves; a source of transformation for the heart, spreading love and tranquillity in the streets of humanity.
The opposite of secular capitalism
is sacred communion.
Synonyms for communion
speak with integrity
gathering empathic synergy,
positive energy,
nurturing absence of tragedy,
organic divinity.
The opposite of communion
is competing capitalism
just as love
disempowers hoarding fears
against inevitable angry loss.
It has been said
Democracy and capitalism
are not ecopolitical perfection
but as close to freedom as we have yet found.
Yet, egalitarian communion has long been felt
and known as healthy liberty
still finding us.
The opposite of liberal integrity
conserves Business As Usual mendacity.
A snapshot
It makes the present stay alive
Makes a distant past revive
Happy faces, words unspoken
Dreams held so close, now burst and broken
A second's glance will last forever
When sweet words of future turned to never
A photograph
It conserves the love when the magic is gone
Reflecting diamond days done like the last rays of sun
Memories of a summer when friendships were made
Forever on paper, though the colours may fade
Stains of coffee to cover the memories
Hidden in bookshelves, lost, precious remedies
A picture
It makes a kiss never end and the hopes never cease
A life eternally carved on a frieze
Two souls, once connected, now we're apart
You are an image burnt in my heart
It's love's and life's most prominent curse -
Pictures last longer than words
POIGNANT 1
Listen now
Dawn sings brightly;
Thrill in sure spill
~~~~~~~~~
Light blankets
Darkness flees;
New insights hurl
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy feel
Bamboo pines sway;
Memories collide
~~~~~~~~~
Echoes stray
Mindful moments;
Fleeting touch grounding
~~~~~~~~~
Morning songbirds
Dawn's hymn echoes;
Awakening moves
~~~~~~~~~
In that sure light
Crisp moments;
Eternal surge
~~~~~~~~~
Thoughts on death
All creatures die;
Life recycles
~~~~~~~~~
Nature conserves
Killing, willing, birthing;
Change is king
~~~~~~~~~
God dreams of you
Thus you are here;
A fresh transit
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2016
Singapore
Eternal God creates
Conserves all things by His Word
Provides man with constant of Himself
In created realities
Wishing to open up
The way to heavenly salvation
He manifested Himself to our first parents
From the very beginning
He invited them to intimate communion with Himself
Clothed them with grace
Justice
This Revelation was not broken by our first parents ‘sin
After the fall
Eternal God marked them up
With the hope of salvation
By promising redemption
Has never ceased to show His concern
For the human race
For He wishes to give eternal life
To those who seek salvation
By patience in well-doing
Even when he disobeyed you
Lost your friendship
You did not abandon Him
To the power of death
Again and again
You offered a covenant to man
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Ten supposed virgins with
lamps, more likely to be
tramps about to stick a man
like stamps. Hitch a
bridegroom and try to put
something inside a womb.
Five were smart as a fox and
wise, and five were dumber
than a box of fries.
Those who we're dimwits,
forgot their toolkits, and the oil
to fuel it.
The wise packed reserves and
used their lamps with
conserves.
The bridegroom was delayed,
while the virgins slept,
slumbered and played.
Around midnight the
bridegroom arrived, someone
cried, as the virgins became
more revived.
The virgins in the camps ran to
their lamps like champs.
The foolish cried to the wise,
‘Give us oil, our light won't
survive.
The ill-advised realized their
lack of preparation and opted
for a lazy solution without
hesitation
The wise replied, ‘No supplies,
not enough set a side ,
purchases your own wayside .’
When they left to buy, in came
their guy, those who where
ready left for a wedding, the
others behind a locked door
dreading.
And apptitude conserves not fare
the blind assumption that all faith is share
from human standpoint's grimace and the stare
are insolent in doing, stealing, bare!
As childishness, a spirit roams the air
encapsulation effort ~ stunning care
and bringing to vexation conscience spare
controlling by suggestion, swinging dare!
This selfishness of reason, stupid swear
is not fine art's creation, thinking's prime
but as hypnosis, treason leads to blind
resumption of false following, hope resigned!
That pillage of surrender, sweetness mined
is that controlling freeze of truth's combine!
She took off running that rainy, November day,
Flight strip was narrow, the sky was shaded gray,
As she reached the end of the field,
She saw a sign that said "please yield"
Going so fast she could hardly stop,
At the top of this cliff the only option was to drop,
She had reached her maximum speed,
It was now or never for her wings to lead,
The sky was vast the clouds her tier,
Fog was overwhelming,
Her surroundings were not clear,
She reached her highest altitude,
This put her in an excited mood,
Then suddenly she felt her levels drop down,
She was aiming fast towards the ground,
With thoughts of completion set in her mind,
She had to come up with a way to save time,
In the distance she saw a giant tower,
This would save her in this hour,
Now gliding towards this important mark,
She suddenly saw a giant stork,
She realized he conserves energy too,
By gliding in-between flying when traveling some place new,
Encouraged by this wise old bird,
Her journey didn’t seem as absurd,
When she finally was able to rest,
She was thankful that she gave it her best.
By: sabina Nicole
A Loving Friend I Hold Quite Dear
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
A loving friend I hold quite dear.
In my heart remains always near.
If oceans, seas, or mountain streams
Should hear us shout our primal screams.
It’s because we select peace received.
Instead of shackles by mankind conceived.
We cherish friendship more than gold.
For gold too soon is spent on things
But friendship will forever hold.
And trust without end in kindness laid,
Builds reliance from which our alliance will not stray.
Adventure converges upon our two hearts.
And exploration becomes realities’ delight.
Two old friends in love with life
“Toodle” around to share nature’s wealth.
And if you listen carefully,
You too may hear that primal scream.
The primitive yell from a distant knell.
That conserves God’s creatures well.
August 11, 2009 Start Time 6:59 End Time PM 7:39
(40 minutes 19 lines. 2.1 minutes per line.)
I tried and it was fun! For Mike Caliri’s Write Now! Contest
As the clouds fold into the earth,
I fold without you, meaningless in worth.
As so the sun controls reserve
of dewdrops, so in truth my heart conserves!
The edge of time is but a moments serve
to all who beckon me ~ while thee, unnerve.
I pray to listen more thy heart's relate
the loss between us find ~ do underrate!
So ne'er again, the earth, nor sky doth mate ~
It is within thy eye ~ I fold my fate!
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