TAWNY PERIL!
Grasping at a fair mistake
Grinding to a dusty fate
Guarding Heaven at the gate
To gaping aspiration
CLINGING LIE!
Inertly you ignore my plea
Cloud each endeavour heedlessly
Refuse to set my pale mote free
To certain consummation
DUSTY TERMINATOR!
I know some demon dispossessed
Habituates your grainy depths
To cause me unrelenting stress
To rob me of my sure success
To terminate my swift progress
And mock me … for I am obsessed
With this infatuation
But suddenly … on some caprice
At last you tender your release
But …
Inexpedient to the end
To gritty Hell I’ll redescend
Dishevelment I must attend
While philosophically I’ll emend
Ignoble degradation
I open my bleary eyes,
To the beautiful sheaf of sunlight.
Book lying beside me sighs!
And whooshing sound of papers rant, as they fly by.
Baby! Why you left me without saying good bye!
What do I tell you about my epeolatry?
With people around, I can’t witter for too long.
My lust for the books is just too strong!
Slowly, I scud away at the first chance.
And skulk into books, before anyone’s glance.
Contentment latches the door; the silence is profound.
Books, joy and peace all around.
My books leave me spellbound.
Redolence of papers and ink so sound,
It creeps in like ethanol into my mind.
Fragrance of musty papers takes my charge, as it surrounds.
Inside my self is a loquacious place.
Cogent and scrupulous, solving mysteries with authors pace.
Don’t you think that I am a dolt!
It is just that the story, slowly unfolds.
Yes! I feel deeply, I feel fiercely.
Yes! I emend, I recapitulate and iterate.
Yes! I do read and re read.
Yes! I am a book worm and this is my treat.
08/03/2019
The Book Worm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
The ray of words become light,
Bread to those who are hungry,
Water to those in thirst,
Peace to those in weary.
The power acting of mind heart emend,
Gives ration to the spirit to work and be unite,
Intervene to a perfect freedom of soul.
A mirror to polish the surface of being,
Response to renew faith,
To bend the knees and pray,
To swallow the pride.
A time to wash and clean,
In words, deeds and action.
To spread wings and fly up to the sky,
To breathe the freshness of the air,
To open view the freedom of mind,
To magnify the spirit of heart,
To sing emotion with praise
And dance with goodness,
To the Lord of host.
Today, commit your day
To the author of the universe,
And rest.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
9 April 2006
6:45 AM
Lore set in my mind
And I understood why
Poor is riches when one is content
Hand me contentment to triumph over my fears
Ideal life for me was to possess an abundance of riches
As a young man I wanted to grow a happy chap
Eye opening moments prevailed
And changed my whole being
Many occasions in my life forced me to realize that
Happiness is for every man despite their state of wealth
Mentors failed to unwind my state of unhappiness
Hacked by their shameful advices they vanished
They run in different pathways
Elate my soul so I can stand on my own
They’ve feed me junk thus I’m stuck on their philosophy
Emend my perceptions to flee their view of ordinary people
Riches has created this wall around me and its separates us
People I grew up with can’t climb to where I am
Ridged is my life without real happiness
Peacetime is all I need for my soul
Ordinary men has no walls around them
They are not afraid of scarcity
Orders by economy has no grip over them
They possess genuine happiness free of materialism
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