Inspite failures and life's hard knocks
You can still be recognised for high achievements in your works
Forget the young you going through the tough
Others may give up on you but don't on yourself
Dream gives support to your hope
Relate with acrobats focus on tightrope
What else could have inspired their performances?
Apart from steppings' miscalculation and its consequences
As hope inspires efforts
So efforts are stalwarts
Rigorous and may be barbarous
But struggling means you are progressing via being adventurous
Efforts result in success
As you ignore the naysayers
Gets you convalesce
And lays you to acquire being among achievers
Make dreams roots of successes
Don't stop; keep pushing
Find your purposes
Refine you abetting
Follow your dream
It knows the way
It may seems going downstream
But will never lead you astray
May all dreams come true...
And while you wait patiently
Don't take death an option brilliantly
Too promising to be addressed adieu
Oladokun Kolawole just keep me inspiring and writing
It is awesome having you around
A sly inflection shifts the paradigm.
Rambling renaissance men without a clue.
Notable declensions; mismanaged time.
Skewing the truth and balance of value.
When paying mind to another's success.
Visibly worn down; a willful chappie
climbs only for eternal convalesce.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
No masterpiece ever preceded thought.
Do with that as you like; chase destiny.
Some of what you want. Some of what you ought.
None of what you’re not. Soon the world will see.
Narrative’s control the pen and the page.
After all, isn’t all the world a stage?
What's madness but nobility of Soul
at odds with circumstance
Theodore Roethke
Extraneous circumstances
delve into utopian
realizations that
make you understand
you may not
be all there
Ramifications manifest
themselves on a
daily basis totally
controlling you
Petulant realities
stream into
your consciousness
pestering routines
that convalesce
within dimensions that
are never surpassed
beckoning in a
new direction
that you never
thought could exist
He enlisted with his great mates
And embarked with his life left to fate
To Egypt and its desert sands
Training hard at the Army Heads commands
He was at The Landing at Gallipoli
Battling the Turks in Shrapnel Gully
Until he took a piece in his back when doing his best
And to Egypt for treatment and to convalesce
He went to one of the new battalions when they were formed
To England and Salisbury Plain as was the norm
Enduring the Bull Ring then to the Front Line
Finally falling at Pozieres where the German artillery was not kind
They buried him on the broken battlefield
On the ground that he refused to yield
And his papers recorded a postscript lastly meant
“Where the Australians lie” in soil
cared with reverence.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Aftermath Of A Virus
Written: by Miracle Man
December 23, 2020
This virus fosters both hunger and despair,
leaving far too many, confronting their fears.
We wash hands, social distance, and mask the air,
public opinion routinely tickles ears.
For something like this, the world wasn't prepared,
sustenance was lost but mortgages still came due.
The world cries out will only elite be spared,
and the world's underside covers things askew.
Some go quickly while others may convalesce,
each day while watching we see numbers increase.
While enduring times of anguish and distress,
we patiently await the next press release.
Observant, intrigued, reflective, unsure
Perturbed, relieved, withdrawn, protected
Bolder, inquiring, dreaming, procuring
Selective, ascendant, resplendent, projected
Joyful, anguished, measured, waiting
Conversing, reversing, sizing, panting
Flirting, statuesque, posing, baiting
Impatient, confused, questioning, ranting
Anticipation, adrenaline, perspiration, noblesse
Restlessness, fanciful, fearful, convalesce
Ecstasy, rendezvous, unique, finesse
Precarious, gallivanting, nonchalant, acquiesce
Is this a test?
Kiss me you fool!
05/03/2018
Left Behind and Cannot Find
What had happened is we left it behind;
Then it no longer where we able to find;
Frost cold felt,
And did melt;
When found send back if you don't mind.
Jim Horn
chess · guess · less · mess · press stress · yes
address · assess · caress compress confess depress digress · distress excess express impress excess express impress obsess oppress
possess profess · progress · recess · redress · regress · repress ·
success · suggests · suppress · transgress · undress · unless
acquiesce · coalesce · convalesce dispossess · happiness
nonetheless reassess · regardless repossess nevertheless
Unlike the opaque, and shadowed depths which must be stirred;
Moving only when senses or wisdom are blurred.
As emotions dart, here, and there;
Fleeting like a shimmering flash, in the darkest of lair.
Healthy spirits wise to the current’s ebbs and sways;
Intertwining before, during, evermore, and always.
Droplets converge, streams become a river;
Tumbling and turning, but each drop a giver.
Varied in movement, but progressing none-the-less;
The mighty torrents of the waterfall do convalesce.
Supporting each other, connected at the core;
Each atom of being begging to give more.
It's a wild tourist attraction
for the stoic opulent mess,
Atrocity in its burning glory,
joyous and omnipresent,
The fire singeing my wry reaction,
heroically in distress—
Cowering to their nefarious core,
until we eat the resin.
Although I'm frightened and rigid,
but not quite to death,
With all the holiest war torn grief
pinned upon my breast,
I refuse to taste or even to give it
a chance to take my breath—
Whatever it is that I've become
has sworn to thwart their quest.
Everything here ends in tears
with sorry sullied intentions,
The mighty deception of the night
would blame its friends for less,
Nobody ever mends their fears
in yellow-bellied dimensions—
Perceptions of the light will change
when it bends to convalesce.
So as it stands; crumbling down,
I'll climb the wheel to flee,
And though they'll grin, so shall I,
as it rolls into the sea.
Beguiled by the eyes of a thief
Whose hands have stolen the moist of my skin
With just a breath my very soul he unruffled
With just a gaze he made these words improper; jumbled.
Not like any other, he's chaste
Not like any other, Not like...
Ever he would wipe these tears away
Ever he'd kneel to his knees to plead
His volition's bullet in my chest
Digging trebling holes that never convalesce.
Not like any other he mastered
This art of hate that tortures as it perforates.
Shut the door, I beg
So I'll ever see your face
It attracts more of distaste,
venomous like a snake.
Shut the door and don't
remind me of your world
-Your burning dreams off the wall!
Dull me like a flower on the wall.
Cause I could die every day
My veins would not display
Free fall, I already fall
I beg, please shut the door.
Cause how to let you go?
...Really. I don't know.
A poem tribute to the lady caught hanging at the window of the concert hall during the Paris carnage.
Help ! I'm pregnant.
She was perilously clutching
Tooth and nail to the castrated window
She thought would harbor her panic
And placate her disarray
Bellowing her throat out
Ripping out the numbness of the scene
Please help ! Help !
I'm conjuring your chivalry
Help me salvage my asylum
Conquer anew my shield
Convalesce my autonomy
Safeguard my peculiarity
Withstand my chastity
Help ! I'm pregnant
I'm gravid with nativity inside my bursting gut
Gusto indoors my veins
Don't let bête noir
Torpedo our culture,propagate abhorrence
Pilfer our grin,
Terminate our jubilation
The aftermath of our salvation
Is every inch in your hands
Is inside my conceiving belly
So lend me your hands ....
You may withdraw yourself from others
Become quiescent or lackadaisical
Disrupt sleep or appetite alter
Feel sluggish or delirious
When the echoes of your parents'altercations
Rack up your eggshell mind
When you avoid people whose company
You've typically rejoiced relishing
Yet you remain part of the quotidian process
That regaling you would your emotions trivialize
The world should revere your right
To confront a loss thouroughly
Convalesce from their turgid prosperity
Immerse your weighty dejections
Schedule some constructive episodes
I can but accolade your approach
To coin a new gist of aliveness
Absorb and merriment apprize
Amend lamenting into cleansing
Strike a joke or be sarcastic
Amass and boast your high-pitched impetus
And above all your insights vitalize
Extoll your bewitching sorcery
And perceive a world better to be.
Operating at Zero G
As cosmos coalesces with the universe
Lights out at space station four
Meteor storm exaggerated its orbit
Plunged it into brilliant dark
Surgeon lost his grip on scalpel and will to cut
As he floated from the operation
Down the hall with nothing on his mind
Patients convalesce and wave good-bye
Touched only by a will to live in space
Astronauts knew not what to do
They too spun away
And prayed for better weather
This abysmal agony finally ebbing away from my mind
A grotesque phantasmagoria of spirits in the wind
The duel with death has eventually culminated
The disease that almost ripped me apart has dissipated
Now is my trial to convalesce after my battle
Now I finally find time to balance myself in the saddle
I reminisce the sights, plights and frights
I perspire because the disease almost raped me of my rights.
The sickness has left,presently,wondering
If it afflicts me again and leaves me stuttering
If it does,I can no longer stand the attrition
But be overwhelmed by the infectious apparition
A relapse, I will have to endure,if not death
But if I do die, I will no longer have the desire to loathe
Myself at my lack of strength to fight the parasite
As atrocious as it may sound, it is best to commit suicide!
God has created me,
To be a mate to my counterpart,
To be a helping hand in this uncommunicative world,
To be a soothing relief to him after exhaustion,
To be a part of distress and sorrow,
To tame him of his vindictive furrow,
To keep him cheerful forever.
But the world is so bizarre that,
No one sees the plight of hers,
The one who makes the life of
Her counterpart so smooth
So calm & so vivacious,
That every bit becomes precious,
But she is always in curses,
Sometimes cursed as daughter,
Sometimes beaten as wife,
Sometimes traded as prostitute,
Sometimes tortured as sister,
Or sometimes raped in a brutal way.
Torture is the truth of my life,
Atrocities are my fate,
But see my devotion and faith,
That I still remain a mate
After such savagely stage.
Off late I will try not to be at this state,
I am a source of new life to this earth,
I will regain all my energy
To wipe out these heinous crime,
Convalesce the torture,
Revenge these contumely,
Erase this conundrum forever.
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