The loam of Human Kindness, friable,
Can be compact within a mortal grasp,
Yet loose as needs release and pliable
For the roots of Compassion to enclasp.
Warmer emotions must shine from above
If tender regard is to grow from seed;
The sun of mankind’s garden must be Love
For our good works to produce and succeed.
But the moody darkness of self-concerns
Can pour from our clouds like a deluge flood,
To soak in ruin’s caprice wetness that burns
The bonds people form, severed in the mud.
So tend your soils well, O you Sons of Man;
Nurture on Earth, God’s harvest while you can.
Categories:
enclasp, allegory, garden, god, growth,
Form: Sonnet
Awake,listen!The echo's in the land,
The call to humanity quakes the
global root,
The roses in respect bow,for the
call's so grand;
A voice of resolution to the corroded
planet.
Quick!Exeunt the podium!
Inter the rainment
That beams with injustice and racism,
Inequality and violence,act so
despondent.
Come, let's flee the myth of origin
And embrace the aura of equality,
Hurry! Let's enclasp the perfection
of creation
And rid off the traces of disparity,
Run!Help heed the call,
And elude the presumed fall.
Categories:
enclasp, care, creation, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
The Dance
A melodious tune imbues the room,
Seducing my love and me to bloom;
Her arms around my neck embrace,
And mine enclasp about her waist.
Cheek to cheek, we press and caress;
Step and slide, while holding our breaths.
Over each other’s shoulder, we glance;
Attached and relaxed in love and romance.
Fervently, our hearts pulsate and frash,
Delightfully smitten unabashed.
Melded together in a rhythmic sway,
By candlelight beam, we dance away.
Intoxicating smell and tender touch,
Gentle the song we cherish so much
And silently pray for the moment to last,
In three-four meter as time swirls past.
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Note:
Frash (from the Urban Dictionary): A combination of the words fresh and awesome.
To be frash is to be cool and relaxed and keepin’ it awesome. “Keep it frash.”
Categories:
enclasp, dance, love, romance, romantic,
Form: Quatrain
Wisdom murmurs amid paucity of things—
seekers contemplative in cross-legged trance.
Pondering vaguities pensive meditation brings—
to apprehend with nonchalance of glance.
While to acolytes, such subtleties impinge—
denied are those of stifled grasp.
For in their minds a fetid dinge,
mundane failure to enclasp.
Stunted ones thus held in thrall,
ever signal their incurious pose.
While unmuted is a mounting wrawl,
from those abhorrent in appose.
The blind above in fog would lead,
who daily task us for our gaze.
They tire us with unending screed,
and we ignore while they abrase.
Rather would I summon stillness—
watch quiet water smooth a stone.
Free myself of this world’s illness—
love gently life I choose alone.
Categories:
enclasp, corruption,
Form: Quatrain
May the almighty protect us
Every moment and bless us
Rapture and pure kindness
Right now and in all cases,
Yet and on all occassions
Christ is born to,save us
Heal and pour mercy showers,
Resolve the problem in Universe
Imbue brotherhood and goodness
Sabotage the terrorism, embrace
The victims,enclasp the innocents,
Make us fathom power of forgiveness
A savior is born,star starts shines
So a very Merry christmas
I wish you all a Merry Christmas
Categories:
enclasp, child, god, happy,
Form: Acrostic
I live in a world of angelic angels transmitting happiness
They enclasp me in their arms to cheer me when I am fretten
Laughter channel at anything ridiculous in resounding togetherness
Sharing and giving a helping hand to carry each cumbersome burden
We pour out our sorrows, sermonise and laugh it off with perfect acumen
Rhyming scheme ababb
January 2, 2015
Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
enclasp, angel, cheer up, happiness,
Form: Quintain (English)
My heart doth beat with rapid pounding beats
My breath doth pant in deep and quick hot gasp
To tell you of my love needs no repeats
And to my bosom, close to me, I thee enclasp
Fear not the dark and mist of any season
Not to compare to summer’s rose that dies
Shining bright the sun, love is the reason
Speak not of grudging nor of sad goodbyes
Our love must come in sips, time is the thief
From love's sweet chalice do thy lips feel burned
To quench my fill, each sip is sweet but brief
Goodbye shall not besmirch our love I yearn
To hold, to sip and drink your sweet hello
My heart doth beat, each beat is yours you know.
© 15/11/2012
Competition Entry
Categories:
enclasp, romance, heart, sweet, heart,
Form: Sonnet