I only saw the monster everyday
he ruined every single day
the pain i felt when you broke her down
Hit, swing , punch!
Each time tears automatically ran down
you stole the joy...run not a sound
Fear to flight ....clost space
Hands over ears, close my eyes
Make the monster go away
My dolls necks cut...crossed out eyes
a child 2, 3, 4, 5 years old
saw the monster scar my face
torn soul now grown
My story of the monster
my dog is
barkier than a cat
lickier than a rat
my dog is
walkier than a sloth
pick-uppier than a mammoth
my dog is
sniffier than a tiger
fetch-a-stickier than a zebra
my dog is
loyalier than a wild boar
affectionatier than a dinosaur
my dog is
biscuit-eatier than a hippo
waggy-tailier than a flamingo
and that’s pretty much my dog!
You ask me for the shape of harm—
its pulse, its hidden name—
but light is known without a word,
and darkness needs the same.
For those who walk with open hearts
feel truth before it’s said;
but you who need the map of pain
have never truly bled.
If I must trace the shadow’s edge
to prove what isn’t right—
then you were never made for truth,
and never born of light.
While I stood in line
I waited my turn
To order my drink
I spoke to someone
In front of the line
It made the line pass
A stranger i spoke
Until it was my turn
To order my drink
it passed the time
She was tall and thin
Her hair was longer
She had bright blue eyes
I found her friendly
We both spoke non stop
I felt I known her
For a very long time
She lived in a town
Decided to move
She chose the city
The dragons rose from the depths of the oceans
There was orange fire; they were combustible.
Emotion caused the waves to scroll with fury
But a few noticed the heart the two wild ones made
Love could set a heart ablaze; this was tangible proof
Many on the shore felt this, but could not communicate it in words
One poet after another tried to capture the essence of the dragons
It was not an easy task; but a challenge enjoyed by many empaths
Unnumbered army etheric;
Dost thou oppose his rule?
Prefer then the nerves a-prick!
Utmost, adverse, school!
Dubious battle on those plains?
Heaven, must ye fall?
Throne afire? Wait for the rains!
Field, get rid of all!
All is lost? Nowhere I've seen.
Unconquerable will.
Only in a dream, machine!
Immortals, pay bill.
Vengeance study? Thus requite.
Courage, doth submit?
Hatred, sing in me and fight!
Enemies to quit.
Nine full days and nights ahead?
Tartarean gloom.
Tonight we dine with the dead.
Red lighthouse a-tomb.
Abashed, devil? But you stood!
Awful, history? Good!
Naga tomb, thy neighborhood.
Nether regions, brood.
My daughter veydantika
I can't express my feelings
Because I have never been
Able to see you in this life
You are like a death
I am alive into your memories
How you must be growing
I can't explain in words
Because I always pray to your mother durga kalki that
Your beauty must be not able to describe in poetry A kiss and hug your dad
Aghori mhabharamnad
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
what they will prescribe
we had wanted to describe
trying to imbibe
Define or describe a Circle
Okay here goes
I will try and give it my best shot
A Circle per day
Is when people say for example who have
Been and experienced first hand
Oppression any form of discrimination or abuse
Modern generations more liberated and emboldened
Somehow appropriate for and to serve themselves
And end up becoming the oprresors and abusers
Discriminating , indiscriminately spiteful hate against
Anyone that has a different opinion or viewpoint
Because you aren't welcome or to be tolerated
Sound familiar the very definition of
Complete gone full
Circle
How to describe a man
met only through his words.
I believe he wore the cloth loosely
not allowing it to bind him
nor hide behind it.
His writings carried a passion,
a love of words honed
into a soothing balm
or a barbed rebuke.
He wrote of life
its vicissitudes
(he would have shunned that word)
its simplicity
dipped in its complexity
its beauty
shielded by his love
of its simple truths.
I knew him
only through his words
as they became flesh
etched into the fabric
of poetic memory.
He was a man
that I am glad to have met.
If only through his words.
John G. Lawless
©12/28/2022
I am the heartache in unopen love letters, that are not written in love. They are bathed in sadness.
I am a pawn in a game of chess, a move away from checkmate. A move more significant than my worth. My value more bigger than the move.
I am faith in a closed Holy book, buried in an abandoned temple. People come to Pray. They don't know how to pray. They still pray. They pray in the wrong language.
I am the city of lights, amidst a lockdown, empty streets. Not even a begger in site to come in
exchangé of a prayer.
I am myself and there is no explanation for that, i am myself in the infinty of existence.
I am myself, war and peace wrapped in aching bones.
I am myself but who are you?
How to describe love
I am not sure I know
As it's an indescribable feeling
That sets a human heart aglow
You are my Aphrodite......
and I return to you with all that I have, I belong to you, and all my paths lead to you, ...
if I am born again, I will sanctify you and only love you ...."
A?nd I will spend my whole life searching for the words that describe your beauty .......
Till God gifts you with his special eye
Tied with a purple ribbon
To say the Lord has forgiven
Open the chamber
No longer linger
Healed through prayer
By the touch of a finger
As God sole held up might
Jesus took up his rights
True magic is found within faith
Within the Lord love he gave
If you doubt turn to love
Found more precious of
Fill your eyes with what you see
Then tell your heart it is time to believe
For what you see there is so much more
You must search deeply through out your core
Be that tender hand
That shall understand
Repaired the wound
With love consumed
Who needs words of description?!
Those are mere fillers of space,
They are poets' addiction
When they have nothing else to say.
Adjectives just make me shiver -
Shudder me with creeps and chills,
Should be banned from poets’ quiver -
As font of frippery and frills!
July 2, 2021
That is a tongue in cheek for a non-adjective contest. Treat it lightly please!
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