As of soul, uninformed
Is man ignorant
Of what for his own good must
Only disenchant.
Searching, when last to find
That which humbles so.
Flesh, its lusts, pleasures Death to
Throw dirt on, below.
I finally saw the debate,
My spirits prepared to deflate,
For I’d heard it was rough
(Lies are hard to rebuff)
But I needed to get it all straight.
I agree that Joe Biden looked weak
And he fumfers when trying to speak,
Yet the bully he faced
With his falsehoods disgraced
Every viewer while raising my pique.
Why Bash/Tapper allowed him to rant
While ignoring their questions, I grant
Made him look like a fool,
Though, despite ridicule,
To his fans it will not disenchant.
Both debaters most likely rehearsed
And in private, each other they’ve cursed.
Still, to watch made me mad
For, though one came off bad,
It’s the other I’m dreading the worst.
Bustling corridors, places to go,
you can’t stand still or move too slow.
Make a plan, plot a course,
there’s an entire campus to traverse.
Other things are good to know,
like the best place for lunch
or where the wi-fi’s slow.
Last year there was lots of snow,
the Yale tunnel system was the way to go,
to warmly get from A to B,
when paths were dangerously icy.
This year there hasn’t been any snow
it guess it’s global warming, you know
- or that Pacific weather pattern, El Niño?
I miss the Nor'easters and bomb cyclones
that hazardous weather made Yale seem like home
those storms were something I took for granted.
‘Cause I want snow drifts like they have in Canada.
I left Georgia and now I’m feeling cranky.
I want the winters God used to inflict on Yankees.
I remember when blizzards, up north, were doctrinaire.
to stop them now isn’t fair - or something else näm-di-'ger.
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nom de guerre (French) = means a pseudonym
You don’t need fancy toys or food
To entertain your friends or brood,
Just lots of real attention paid
To reinforce connections made.
For love is felt when it goes deep
And every kinship that you keep
Will thrive when nurtured like a plant;
Indifference, though, will disenchant.
Forget the showy gifts and treats.
Affection paired with time completes
Attachments goods cannot replace;
The truth in this we should embrace.
She is the best teacher
sometimes strict,
sometimes jovial,
sometimes friendly,
but no one can persuade better life lessons like her
She is my true friend,
gives a bright buoyant smile,
when I am happy.
Obliterates my griefs,
and gives me cheers,
when I am sad.
She is a veteran actor,
plays interesting roles,
to make me believe in miracles;
she acts like an ailing person,
but suddenly gets energy from somewhere,
and starts smiling.
She is a beautiful soul,
succours others to grow.
She is my family member,
understands me thoroughly.
she is my soulmate,
promised that she'll be with me forever.
She is a cupid,
persistently shot the floral arrows,
and provoked my inclinations,
but the wind blown in opposite direction
and I have fallen in love with her
She is an angel
If I expect too much,
she will disenchant
If I don't hope
she will create magic.
She is a God-creates and destroys
If I presume for a new plant
she will make it vanish
But she will plant a better plant
on some other place
and creates wonders
She is the one and only Mother Nature
and she is my everything
The dragon's breath upon my cheek
Comes to spoil the quiet that I seek
Gone the peace that night may grant
All my dreams now quickly disenchant
Blow your fire upon my aching breast
There is a greater pain I can attest
You are no more than a jester's tale
Yet on the dragon's love I will impale ....
1/30/13
Mythological Animal contest
Now that midsummer approaches
and the years begin to betray,
the foundations I once knew
are crumbling, my love ones
are moving majestically away.
Our new home a portrait of joy,
each abode neatly placed in aisles,
a monument of remembrance
with the sweet scent of the rose,
epithet etched for those left behind.
No strangers loiter in this place
where winter’s blanket covers all,
and summer sun absolute
brings no peace for the
silent populous on board.
Tears fall in regular intervals,
most not wanting to let go,
moisture given to a memory
Yet! A welcome there awaits,
“Oh! How ignorant the living are.”
Oh! Yes the years will disenchant,
each sorrowful event captured,
season after season shedding ones
youth, giving one’s matured mind
visions of logical progression.
One final day, I will play the
ultimate game, winner or loser
depending whom the enemy,
Yet! No matter wherever I gaze
my mind will heed the ending.
My memories take me back, many times
I have travelled Wharfedale’s ways,
but on this very special day no matter
where I lay, my final journey will be.
“Down Addingham’s country lane.”
© Harry J Horsman 1992
A person you go to when you’re aching
and seek when you are hurt
someone you should be thanking
because she keeps you wide alert
A nurse is so empathetic
she knows just what you need to hear
makes you feel good not sympathetic
and keeps her cool and lends an ear
A nurse keeps you feeling good about yourself
and boosts your self esteem
she gives a lot of herself
for her oath is to serve the team
The nurse is the most important
part of the care, for without her
we would be disenchant
trying to live with pain we could not bear
So today I give a big THANK YOU
to the ones that keep me feeling good
and mention to them, too
you should be honored with sainthood
disappoint, disavowed, disingenuous, displace
disastrous, disapprove, disallow, disadvantage, disaffect
disagree, disappear, disapprobation, disarray, disassociate
disbelieve, dishearten, disharmony, dishonest, disinterest
disguise, disenchant, disengage, disfavor, disgrace
disdain, discredit, discourteous, disconnect, discontent
discombobulate, disconcert, discontinue, discordant
discourage, disdain, disjunct, dislike, disloyal, dismal
disorder, disorient, disparage, disown, disparity, dispassion
dispirit, displeasure, dispossess, discriminate
dispute, disqualify, disquietude, disregard, disrespect
disrupt, dissension, dissociate, distort, distress
distance
I still ransack
My entire recollections
For stray threads of our adore
And an innocent simper
On that delightful face
You bear.
I breathe your air
Inlaid in sinful
Melodies of our carnal want.
Maybe in the early hours
Of night
You’ll sink inside my feelings
And draw together
All my virtue,
Smashing it against my hurt.
It pains to see you wake and
Not lay next to my heart.
Perhaps I should disenchant
Myself from these poisoned
Dreams of you.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Do not let the ease by nature blind
The eyes that sear a pathway throughout the night,
And do not let the complex cloud the mind
To love revealing unobstructed sight?
Do not let the glamour of the swan
Obscure the heart with beauty and desire,
And let the first impression thus be gone
To glean the duck that flies beneath the wire.
Do not let the shallow sight supplant
The struggle to be more than simple clay
And do not let the hard way disenchant
For sometimes harder is the better way.
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