Winter whirling anxiety upon silent, shadows light sleeping from dawn to dusk.
Sky smudged in a raven haze,
mist lining paths with a silver shade.
The emerald sea freezes like a pastel ice ring reflecting intimate lies.
Feathered snowflakes tumble into glistening grief,
palls waving goodbye to soothing sentimental zeal.
Rays of serenity sailing into slate sooty showering puddles,
As the chilly wind swirls smiles into frosted hazardous glares.
Birds singing of hope in the bitter crispy darkness;
chirping melodies till the sunrise awakens from its slumber.
Melodies reflect on the familiarity of childhood dreams,
Endeavouring to glow their light upon sorrowful eyes,
striving to colour an ebony horizon with copper clouds.
Children assembling polar alien figures,
snowmen sink strife with whispers of secret sunrise.
Superficial ensembles stir up veiled laughter,
Horror of trauma rest’s it’s weary tears as hands throw ice in delight.
Windows alighted with reviving candlelight flames of jubilant joy.
thoughts lick at my consciousness
distracting me from the warm embrace
of the colour pallet unfolding
I stare with myopic eyes at the kaleidoscope
endeavouring to discern the demarcation
of the edge of each shade
naming them as though they are listed on a colour chart
displayed at the local hardware store
but as soon as I have one splash of tint pinned down
it fades to be replaced by a more pleasing explosion of colour
a child’s toy impatiently twirled
a rainbow snipped into a multitude of shapes
in never to be repeated patterns
like an uxorious husband
it enfolds the evening sky in its loving embrace
its fleece soft fingers exploring
lulled into a unison of consent
with a barely perceptible rush of contentment
a slight sibilant sigh issues
memorialising daylight
clinging to the fringes of observation
the scene depicts its titular character
of moral decay
the riparian area jealously guards its supremacy
as hydrophilic plants are robbed of their splendour
in a final display of defiance
alluvial fans buffet against the offing
recombobulating
the natural order of Chaos:
The Great Deep of ancient mythology
The stars have guided the minds of our history over the darkness of raw ocean in the face of its’ anger and wrath and power over men.
Endeavouring to find new ways to understand, the minds of our species have unlocked some of the secrets of our existence and it’s hunger to transcend.
The path of our journey from the puddle to the moon, from the grunt to the tenor is littered with failure as much as success.
Will we ever find peace as a species?
Know love for the stranger?
Accept us as each-other?
In a world where our flexibility is trained to not bend?
The paints had become dull
Spider webs blocked the entrance
And the broken window glasses.
Walking in the lane of memories,
I glanced at the dwelling
Which once had us.
Energetic commitments,
Endeavouring connections,
Distant from the present.
It was not welcoming,
The keys were lost long ago
Bits of us, I longed to see.
Midst demands of earthly politics along materialistic society...
Advancing God’s kingdom is blessing-laden
Since it is divine in its kindness and graciousness
Indeed requiring our earnest support of obedient willingness…
Let’s populate heaven with compassion, unloading those with sin-burden.
Midst current politics and society's milestones
Ministering through God’s kingdom, bearing hope and light is victorious
With the Lord's promises toward redemption and eternal security
Indeed expecting for our sincere humility to instill truth of freedom-certainty…
Let’s proclaim the Gospel* by Christ's peace and love, verily glorious.
Midst global interaction in politics and society toward one world government
Endeavouring well for the furtherance of God’s kingdom is rewarding
Despite numerous skeptical philosophies and varied challenges
Indeed teaching us to trust the Almighty's Word that spiritually charges...
Let’s reach-out to others with care through faith's might while interceding.
*1Corinthians 9:14 Even so hath the Lord ordained that they which preach the gospel should live of the gospel.
April 6, 2019
Edited on October 31, 2023
Stem the tide your pride rides
To a puerile pinnacle
In a vain belief it makes sensational strides
When like a locust your spiracle
Exhales carbon dioxide
To catalyze photosynthesis for red roses in your green garden
While your pride derides advice and pays a hefty price dockside
For endeavouring to harden
The thick skin your pride grows
Any time advice draws nigh
To plant seeds and grant benefits in rows pride throws
Away preferring to conjure up delays
In opening the hermetic door
To the bunker where pride slays
Emissaries of advice on a cold floor
Where to smithereens pride crushes advice
Slices its fragments into a powder every hour
Inviting a swarm of lice and an infestation of mice
To overpower and devour harbingers of advice deploying devastating power
Advice harbingers couldn’t summon
In the face of impending death
As Pride brags ‘Advice, come on
So I increase my wealth, exterminating your health.’
Rejoice not when her financial muscle dwindles
Gout her feet and hand joints assails
A kleptomaniac her little cash swindles
The love of her life from away sails
Rendering her social, financial and metabolic status repulsive
When in your considered view she reeks of misery
Driving your judgment and assessment compulsive
For a victim of usury projecting an appearance so dreary
Her bearing, demeanour and gait
Paint an apologetic figure
Teeming with an imaginary threat
That stands no chance in the rigour
Laughing at debacles the fallen
Surf at church, at home, at work, at social functions
Where accusing fingers swollen
With hubris mete out sanctions
According to gang and clique standards
Demanding ostracization and demonization
At the earliest excuse gang bards
Demand to promote the most evil stigmatization
Despite a river of tears
She pours from her swollen eyes
Battling genuine fears
In the midst of heinous packs of lies
She strives to fight though her stamina at the lowest ebb
Staggers
As she navigates for several hours the web
In search of elusive answers, endeavouring from her aching back to withdraw barbs of daggers.
An ardent lover of words
Of his own is that world.
A crave stretching his soul
Dipping into a plethora of verse
Rising with a fulfilled thirst.
Unpredictable are his journeys
Unfathomable is the depth of his thoughts.
Unchained is his soul
Traveling along with the tune of his heart
The beauty of his mind.
An avid worshipper
Immersing his soul in a mine of gems
Rejoicing the blessings of a compassionate essence.
A heart of a poet
With a meticulous flair for fine art.
Knowledgeable reads
Dropping in relish
Into a haven of voracious insight
Rippling through a ravening mind.
A fervent passion for admiring
What a poet's pen of worth portrays.
A tremendous sense of reverence
Impressed on his fine heart
Upholding noble a value
To poet's endeavouring words
Pay tribute.
An ardent lover
A treasure of words
A heart of a poet
The reward!
May 31st, 2018
Wave after wave of reverses
Upon my life rained
Although Bible verses
My heart craned and strained
To read
To divert
To knead
To insert
Into the dustbin of history
Which in the pain served a cathartic purpose
As in empathy and sympathy my story
It did endorse
To keep my bearing on an even keel
Assuaging my pain
Endeavouring to kill
The despair I felt in the rain
As the full horror
Of the betrayal he committed
In the context of the egregious error
He admitted
Into the love I felt he gave
In full measure
I could no longer save
From the ephemeral pleasure
I felt he pretended unto me
To offer
Cos for once my way clear I could see in the blues sea
Where I could no longer suffer
As a doting wife
Whom he took for granted
To rain wave upon wave of strife
Although I dare say for good reasons I sometimes ranted.
Common sense, larger than life
Encapsulated in minds that appreciate sanity’s value
To actualize and revitalize purposes more precious than strife
As people of goodwill enable diverse dreams to come true.
Common sense, invaluable ingredient
Couched in determined discourse
To set matters on the right gradient
And facilitate fruitful inter-personal intercourse.
Common sense, gravity glue
Fastening faces, aces and maces at variance
Endeavouring to validate value
Over impertinence, insolence and arrogance.
Common sense, pivot in human interaction
Immersed in templates teeming with opportunities
To promote quotes and votes for mutual benefaction
Despite chasms of infirm inanities and indignities.
When you look up into the clouds
Tell me what you see
Beyond the whispery vapour
Lies our common destiny
Another existence, a parochial step
For those that hear the call
To tread the celestial staircase
Into God’s marble hall
Free of suffering, trial and pain
Exist beside their Creator
All things too have come to pass
Sooner now than later
There are many that have departed
And many more left behind
Endeavouring to survive
To salvage what they can find
So when the sun has disappeared
The black replaces light
Gaze into eternal vastness
And look to Heaven tonight
6/24/17
Still adventuring
And endeavouring
Not always remembering
What the schools have been lecturing
Items needing sheltering
Or there will quickly be weathering
Many folks working hard at mentoring
And others just blethering
Unfettering
Then untethering
Onto bigger and better things
Don't for once, think it all won't ever sting
You'd be suprised at the joy that a letter brings
It's not going to always be crystal clear
And may be more than a little weird
What else shall I jot down and scribble here
Something about
How
There just may be no better time than now
Each day is so different and so unique
It's back to square one, it's happening as I speak
Good thing my remembering
Helps in my endeavouring
To put on my bottoms to maintain my mystique
The output is out of a lot of inventions living
Infesting only some powers and weapons
Pervading the earth and air are circling
Enthused in insensitivity and blushless clash,
And have stood in an open contrast
Endeavouring him to mentally crush
To commit him first dead in those trash
Raising a violent war around the global village;
But he with his group
And every power are merely standing troop
Hiding the grave fault fighting to mark
Striving to subdue but groping in the dark,
So, all his policies, gaining and ethical part
Are cursed in the century’s worldwide dirt.
Hope
Wats dis??
Just a four letter word
Which defines life's only ford
It's proclaims us to stay on
And prohibits us from thought of move on
It's like messiah nd angel of our life
Which makes it good with losing and quitting strife
It's reason of our fortitude
Endeavouring us for aim
The one which had changed our attitude
Encouraged nd embolden us for same
They are like corolla...,protecting
And whenever we collapse recollecting
As one phase of coin
It's dilemma to join
But who comes here is Shakespeare's true valients
Nd those who not
They just lie at the corner of street wishing to have a fair chance to choose
As they weren't having hope of every new noon
Which is like a compass nd three leg stool
8 April 2016
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