Kate Shemirani
You tossed your cape
Walked heart burning
A stand to make
You became by default
Freedoms M C
And on the attack'
Calling out medical; hypo-cracy
Genocide in stilted tone; acclaimed
At davos' you helped make known'
Your fight and fervor
For God and right
Shone in Britians covid nights'
Reiner Füllmich Dr Coleman
Just some allies against
The grotesqe and gruesome
I applaud today, your sense of right
All reality enjoins' I regard the plight
I pit my worth; i make the stand'
I support humanity innately grand
(You do no harm) in speech and act
What the n h s deride you so well enact'
Your days of study; your years of care
Has gained respect, just everywhere'
The title of Doctor I ascribe you here
The only one thats fitting
By a whole light year.'
God bless you Dr Shemirani
A world gone mad
where up is down
and logic flees
A child discerns
but not the fool
enchanted by
his party’s stripe
The lady, blind
a thumb weighs heavy
on her scales
High, hubris reigns
over the now
unable to recall
the recent past
or to consider the effects
it sets in motion
for the day
that comes
To rage
to rail against
these circumstances
out of reach
out of control
enjoins one to
this company of fools
Retreat
into the solitude and peace
that is the quiet life
cut off from all the noise
For He who sits on high
derisive, laughs with scorn
at those who would be king
I
"I don't like you" is kinder than "I don't love you."
II
The bible enjoins us to love our enemies, not like them.
III
The world thrives on love, not upon our likes & dislikes.
It's a pearl in an oyster in the mid of broken shells;
generous nimbus clouds on a hot summer day;
an enchanting dream amidst the terrible nightmare;
mystical magic lights at the end of the tunnel.
It enjoins the right way when success is far away
and it's power can change" nowhere"to"now here"
Oh, I can dream of you and toss and toss in my bed
And snap your crazy feelings with dizzying eagerness
And pump my ventricles for you in crimson red
Leaving me in a state of thorough helplessness
I wonder why I love you like mad
Why I love you like crazy and fall for you like this
Despite pulsating palpitations that make me glad
Wishing your red lips I could forever kiss
And never let you go
Much as reason enjoins me from you to run away
Far away to escape the love magnet I can’t forgo
But I kneel down and decide I should stay
Despite pangs of longing my heart feels
Demanding too much, exacting too high a price
As my heart in saner moments in confusion reels
Wishing for a second to enjoy a peace of mind slice
But your hold on me grows stronger and stronger
The more your magnet draws me closer and closer
Sweeping me off my feet longer and longer
Wondering if I can again afford to be a chooser
When in all probability I’m bereft of room to maneuver
Squeezed tighter and tighter
Till my love can only quiver and shiver
As prospects for our reunion grow brighter and brighter.
The laughter I laugh
In circumstances I weigh
Though they play tough
When without delay I play
The music tunes and melodies I enjoy
To delight my ribs
With tactful tactics I employ
When I visit congenial cribs
Where someone I trust
Enjoins me to retain
The fun in the bust and crust
Whose admiration and passion I attain and ascertain
Within cultural confines I respect
As a matter of preference and taste at best
For proportions and dimensions I inspect
Without any haste or distaste
I measure in pleasures I sample
Within the context of standards I maintain
In times supple and ample
Enough to retain and contain
The sophistication I display
In matters of arts I admire
As visions of aesthetics I slay with no further delay
To fire and retire
First impressions in missions of the hope
In mundane concerns I detect
On the slope whose drop I grope
For contours and silhouettes I protect
When in a sudden twist of fate
I pronounce myself ready
To cancel the date I hate
As my retirement from dissipation grows steady.
(Dedication: To all readers and friends and
the PoetrySoup community who find delight
especially in my Alliteration poems. Thank
You for your support.)
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Rich reason rhymes
Enter each etch
Affluence aligns
Play plunders patch
Real roaming raves
Endow embrace
Applause amaze
Prime precious pace
Reach respects raid
Echo each end
Apply apt aide
Primal poise pens
Rhymes reel relent
Embark embloc
Answer attends
Poise pens prologue
Ride rivers real
Expect endow
Assign assail
Practice prompts plough
Retrace rich rays
Endings express
Appease allay
Poignant progress
Roaming real roads
Effort explodes
Applause attains
Pleasure pines plain
Riddles reap rust
Enlight each ease
Affect apt ask
Prime profound peace
Rich rays reveal
Each end enjoins
Appease appeal
Peace provides point
Leon Enriquez
22 May 2014
Lijiang, China
Yunnan Province
A Poet’s Desire
by Odin Roark
Where go these sounds
These words
Sometimes written
Uttered
Thought
Such travels on phantom air
Where innocence floats lonely
Bearing wounds in need
Remedy in want
Scars in remembrance
Kindred spirits these
The poet
The reader
The listener
Dissonance awaiting resolve
Where loneliness of melody
Enjoins with harmony’s voices
Discovering air is both breathable
And empowerment’s carrier
How simple such availability
Mere gravitational symbols in tandem
Offering reading or utterance
One’s self-healing so often ignored
Shh...
You can hear sublime nuances
Coming our way
Consistently inconsistent
Responsibly irresponsible
Flies among the birds
Yet the rat is his shape...
... The hypocrite...
The truthful liar
A pious criminal
Belongs to the two ends
Mouth: Two sided
Leaking words...
... The hypocrite...
Healthy but sick
Hungry but full
He is the foolish wise
Himself he deceives
Abeit thinking the world he deceiveth
He knoweth not
Full or not
He hath his stomack...
... The hypocrite...
Black nor white
Here nor there
Hence nor thence
He is.
... The hypocrite...
He tells them
That he hates us.
Us he tells
Hateful are they to him!
Inside his belly,
Both sides he had cheated
He hath the gain
Or so he thought...
... The hypocrite...
Then he enjoins good
But he is immersed in same.
He hath disease
Yet he admit not.
Help he yet refuse
From those who knows.
To others,
He is the best...
... The hypocrite...
For him
Is a great torment
Which he knoweth not...
... The hypocrite...
Let's cure the world
Of this scourge
Lest we all
Bear the brunt of this disease
Called...
... Hypocrisy...
Scattered Ash
by Odin Roark
The urn is tipped
Scattered ash enjoins
Jetstream
Jetsam
Flotsam
Atop the winds and currents
Nature's gathering
Knowing not yet
The next evolution of life's decay
Possibility awakens
This consciousness beyond our own
This departure from one actuality
Into the reformation of another
Molecular iteration begun decades earlier
Now roaming carefree among other airborne particles
Innocent stowaways enfolded in winged flights
Or ocean saturated driftings
Bobbing patiently
Awaiting new beginnings
As the journey continues
Feathers
Seaweed
Plastic cups and bottles
Provide passage
Shoreward
Skyward
Forward
A measureless journey this
Where matter exists forever
Where ash continues as yesterday's index
Referring to tomorrow's pages
Scattered ashes
Once of flesh and blood
Now returning to the vortex of cosmic chance
Where fresh finger-paints of infancy
Become infinity's next masterpiece
To mourn or not to mourn
Omniscience winks
THE “M” WORD
Oh miss of bliss I must confess that I find myself in magic with you
The kind of magic a flute makes when it sings a note that brings you back home
To where simplicity was the sanctity of sublimation
A naturally formed and most instinctual creation
That kindred kind of magic
The kind of magic an infant summons with his first solo step,
his first word,
and his very first fascination
The kind of magic in the wings of a fledgling sparrow as they lift him unto the place whereupon his mother birthed him to be
Amid the clouds and midst the majesty of flight
The kind of magic in joy that enjoins itself with a neon fueled force on a fourth of July sparkling night
Stars and darkness wrenched from the heart of twilight
The kind of magic that is brilliantly bright,
and blatantly beautiful delight
You are all these kinds of magic and more
And miss of bliss ‘tis thee I do adore
The kind of bliss you came to bless
And for that reason I really must confess
I find myself hopelessly and wholly in magic with you
I really do!
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Why, it hasten
As the clouds open
Yes, I’m afraid, I got no appointment
I need to acquaint
My problems are hard to understand
But just the same I’m emphatic and dream
Somehow, many things happen
There are lightning and thunders
They resisted that I understand
Here, it came a Helping Hand
‘though abandoned and denied
Yet, I believe there’s heaven
Maybe tomorrow it redeems
And finally it enjoins to a meeting again.
Dalila Agtani
6/25/12
Entered in a contest sponsored by
P.D.
Contest Name Collaborating In the Clouds
Red of fire
Reddish fire in place of loins,
Fiery hell to thee enjoins,
Kundalini coiled it waits, until,
Opened doors the chakras willed,
Enjoined to feet of clay.
Orange door is very bright,
Growing larger orange sight,
Fill your mind yes until,
Strength of purpose is your will,
That’s right.
Yellow blossoms brightest day,
Cast the very blue away,
Brighter still to make you blink,
It be written, don’t let it shrink,
The spirit is in play.
Green of heart the healing mill,
Help your fellow man until,
The darkness gone, from night,
Lift spiritual from the blight,
enjoin the great God’s will.
Blue of throat the hearing feel,
Sound of others gone, revealed,
Light blue veil is unsealed,
Therein, within the night,
Hearing is our right.
Purple smoke the eyes beheld,
Image seen, ding dong the bells,
Danger comes as seen ther-in,
In the purple flashes dim,
It is your birthright.
Kundalini seeks the light,
From top of head a glowing white,
Understanding fruit of gall,
Aura glowing nine feet tall,
A spiritual delight.
We do have these swirling chakras,
these spiritual devices…
Don Johnson
Joyful O joy excelling
Feeling filling lips exalting praise
May the heartens live in malaise
Gnash under the ravishing heat like a praise
To him to whom they live to relive
In destiny thwarted, forgotten to have ever lived
All ye praise to God to whom they disbelieve
His eyes see through the seething darting eyes of Lucy
The morning light, what a sly
His vain beauty lies a fly praise
That housed his beautiful ambiance holding His praise
To whom he disbelieved
What a Shylock
How 'tis to see the fanning seething heat
Ice cold laugh Lucy enjoins his own
He knows he only needs more of them
As a company in his quest for destruction
Oh beautiful flowers
in my garden patch
downcast by
a debilating cross of snow,
the laments from your
petals fallen
rings in the ear of
one who still see
an appealing song
in you in an appaling season
and enjoins you:
We plough the grapes that be.
Summer is NEVER far away.
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