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Silence Is Golden

A lady who lived in Korea
Had terrible verbal diarrhea 
Her hubby called Bill
Said, “Keep your tongue still,
Quit carping and bending my ear”

Bill’s desperate for a lil’ peace
But her acid tongue will not cease
From morning to night
He gets no respite
From nagging needs some release

Bill seeks advice from friend Odette
She says, “Buy a gag as a threat”
His wife takes the hint
She desists, its mint
Bill’s over the moon you can bet!

Different Gods Same Satan

I choose no religion,
Unlike you the legion,

I do not know which is right,
That is why I have to write,

God is  not a Muslim,
Neither does he subscribe to Judaism,

I do not know much about desists,
But I know something good about jainists,

I will never be an atheist,
I'll rather be an agnotist,

I do not pledge to any of these,
I'm certain God is not concerned with this,

The day of reckoning is about to come,
Call me to yours and I will come,

I do not know hows it's going to be,
Something will happen to the human being

I have heard much in Christianity,
They advocate spirituality and purity,

Some of them do not drink in the open,
But they sing and dance to the gospel, 

@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.

The Rose

Frozen in my memory like the last frost of winter 
I find out sadly how a red rose can give a splinter 
When the chapped lips of love lose their honey,  
there is no one there to make December sunny 

Dozens of red roses appearing in loom, hindsight 
from the one who has grown them without lament  
From a woman ignited by passion, claiming right    
To an existent gasp of daylight, his love's indent 

Woven in golden threads, it was a life well spent 
my heart blooms every day with sweet roses red 
life was good as a garden grew beneath our tent  
until winter arrived, then everything went dead 

Thawing in my memory is a rose that didn't die 
it harbors still the kiss, of a virgin's piercing cry
Blistering winds arrive, when a gardener desists,   
A once pure red rose without Him, cannot exist .    

Dec 12, 2021

Claimless Torch

I am immersed into your darkness
As I wait for your return

Holding on to Amber claimless
If I let loose you'll feel the burn

You lit a torch into my vein
Did you kindle it with care

As the empty sky desists its reign
Will it distend my hungry stare

Quiet Sky

for Tabitha

The sun wanders westward 
towards the old frontier, 
dragging its heft across plateaus 
of New Mexico. Along Route 
66, a quick toe-dip in Tahoe sets 
Reno aglow. Quicker than that, 
Nevada bucks, bankrupt and 
rusted. The Hindenburg above 
Wyoming, the sun gasps helium 
and flame, desists in the ether 
and disappears, leaving the 
world, simultaneously teeming 
with visionaries and traffickers, 
to moonlit Pacific quandaries.

And so, it makes sense, Tabitha, 
your winter scarf worn in 
summer, frayed by the dull 
gleam of lost pioneers latched to 
your lips at their corner, wearing 
you down with heavy freight.  
But even then, I smile to see 
your sadness, the way
you stack dark onto darkness. 
Because, in all the years I’ve 
known this street on which you 
and I are talking, no one has left 
me quite as you: facing due east, 
chasing a vision towards where 
tomorrows emerge from 
obsidian snare…and you sleep.

The Brick Sayer

The Brick Sayer

Tim is painting outside since it’s raining inside
Stroke upon cuddle one step at unfolding time
One inch brush gently on 10 squares of façade

The wannabee Buddhist thing when life is no race
Brightening enlightening mud bricks with caress
Whitewashing if that may still be said in South Africa

Tom Sawyer comes to mind as he glosses the fence
Sells the privilege for an apple core and a toad but
Political correctness has long banned the Twain

Now he moves the artist bristles for fine edges
Bordering on the insane he chooses to not employ
masking tape as that could cheat mask and disclosure

The paint ceases to flow as Tim seizes his furthering day
Watching it dry is the hard part of soft meditation so he
Desists and refrains but insists that some wall has vanished

25th July 2018

Mission Impossible

it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress that static. All the pervading overcast of complicity we must abtly resolve. Hear many cry God Save the King, iconoclastic remain and God save us all.

it is our allegiance to the world we interlope, enfranchised from the phlegm that strangles hope. How heavy are these portent gestures we bare? Our struggles will engender many to care. Those who resonate vying as something glorious,  do sway from that which is tantamount and decorous.

Acknowledge this morphology to unfold, brighten the efficacy from cold. Leave these words engraved posthumously in your mist and quail not though our time desists.

We Are Equals

We are all God’s children
How dare anyone pick on or push around another person
This takes place with kids and grown-ups 
It results in death in many cases and needs to cease and desists

We need to ask ourselves
How would we feel 
If someone picked on us 
Because we had less, were not as smart as others, were much smarter than others
Because we have special needs because we are somehow different

This needs to end
Ending it begins at home 
With parents showing love
And teaching respect for everyone

God makes everyone beautiful
And no one has the divine right
To pick on another person
Because he or she stands out
It shows insecurity in the person 
Who is picking on other people

God loves us all
This behavior needs to stop
The suicides due to bullying need to stop
The homicides due to bullying need to stop
The cyberbullying need to stop
And we need to respect one another
The way we want to be respected
Because we are equals

A Broken Heart

Nascent dawn's pale omen loomed
and eased me from my pensive trance.
But I am stirred 
beyond expression’s means—
my face suffused with tears.
Mercifully, stolid memory 
desists in part,
dread recall’s threat 
impounded by advancing age.

My conscience then begs destiny,
pressing to undo.
But heaven spares not its majesty,
and history, 
ever breathing in,
refuses to exhale,
a broken heart to salve.
Grimly, I stand and take a single step,
and one more after that.

3rd Place, Giorgio's Impress me II ! ( Old/New )

Love, Unknown Odyssey

Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars
Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide even the infinite

Options are of dull few words 
For who can will or wield such power that no being can comprehend

This deed is foreign to our analogy and inconspicuous to the logical
Defying even the strongest will of man such as that of survival

What is this that consumes me, 
Infuses in me the traits of a stranger
Who is this stranger deep within my members


How does one rid this atomical abomination to my design
If words fail me and logic desists within me how can i mold this clay into a pot

The days are still, peace is wraught
Certainty has becomne an illusion of permanance, a dimension not found but seen

These days to try and live wreaks hardship at the gate
Will i rid myself this burden, even in death?
Can this load be no more?

Availing Love

Imagine true love exists
Virtue that on fealty insists
Extinguishing meaningless trysts
Patrimony, chauvinism resists
Tokenism, infatuation desists

Lingering romance that heart uplifts
Unbrokered love with mutual benefits
Pure motives that bridge all rifts
Honor that countenances no grifts
Steadfastness which mollifies truant shifts

Passionate embraces, carnal gifts
Amorous kiss that inwardly drifts
Synchronistic minds that all good fortune sifts
Harmonious spirits soaring life's rugged cliffs

In a Bind

In every criminal there is a child -
With the face of your son,
The hands of your brother.

A mother held him once, she lulled him to sleep. When he cried she soothed him.

The weary heart that longs to forgive-
The marriage of family, it never desists.

I live in a sad state,
The anger retreats, but that is just me.
I can simple forgive but I cannot forget.
To do so would be foolish and fools are just that.

Halberd

Scarlet tears running down my auburn skin
Dressed for battle, I take up my sword 
Preparing for the worse
Looking for a charm to ward against the curse

War torn fields & tattered hearts lie in my wake
Reading signs, looking for wonders
Praying to a nameless God--all in the name of love

Built for comfort, I become the physician of broken dreams
A dark mist rolls in on the highway of despair
Drowning out the light, strangling the air

Holding my breath till the pain desists
I pierce the night with salty tears
Hoping for another chance to start again.

Eyes of the Forlorn

The Sun dawns and the Day is born
Its light shed on the souls forlorn

The clouds part and thunder desists
As they march on, lost in the mists

Step by step to the end of time
In perfect rhythm; perfect line

The sun sets and darkness becomes them –
A dead calm smothers the bedlam

Torments of night encompass all
With burning mem’ries of the Fall

A rain of stars breaks through the skies
Reflected in their frigid eyes –

Trembling fingers, shimmering tears
Quiet whispers and haunting fears

The sun dawns and a day is born
Gazed upon by hollow eyes Forlorn

A Bitter Brew

Outside, there is a small trail
and  six steps 
separating me from those that pass on by,

Impossible, to hide, behind my ruby house coat
and synthetic flavoured...  
bitterly savoured, morning coffee

An old man walks by,
paced, in slow - rhythmic strides
in order to balance three bags
his aluminum collection

Toes, emerging from the tips of his tattered shoes,

As he spies me
we engage in observations

He is courteous, as he desists,
lowers, his head in his travels,
continues to descend down the hill
around the corner of my house,
heat scorching
 
This morning, 
all I can hope for

Is that he does not rip my garbage apart.

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