Though I love intelligence, candor is recompence
Smart is an art, but love comes from above
Kiss over compliment, neither will pay the rent
Nor inflation, adulation, inclination, or shove
Now in combination lie's true adoration
Choosing wisely should be life's aspiration
Eschew impropriety, display some sobriety
And wisely choose the better thereof
Becoming one with the universal pulse,
that coruscant hue endued vibrancy benign,
I eschew lethal inhibition toxic,
inhaling meteoric shards of,
effervescent mood boost capsules,
whilst power plugging brain dead cells,
into trancelike transmitters of prana,
unleashing channels stymied by a jinx,
healer, harbinger heroic of invisible field,
whose silver winged prowess pivotal
Faint gold dewdrop stream slid down my face,
branches creak whilst tuneful birds quite chirpy,
sun-blest hue’d wave a bright dream noble splatter,
cerulean veneer on sky has me now transfixed,
random green leaf cascade gulp by lithe gust,
I eschew blindness whilst celebrating gift of sense
Grounds for sound. optimism, I revere,
cast your silken innate spell my dear,
boundless acts of kindness so sincere,
watch for gentle soul who may appear,
with courage, charm that neighbour near,
raise your voice eschew or shun that jeer,
heartfelt gesture never has a false veneer,
spinner of dawn bird chirp word a career,
they stress pure goodness without fear,
one prompt with praise, loathe to sneer,
from january first to close of calender year,
on another slant or somewhat bright frontier,
haunting scenic fare layer on layer, tier on tier,
divine vision when observing life on a pier,
omens shine everywhere just gaze and peer,
the poet, writer, playwright in their sphere,
duty bound as spry warm tidings pamphleteer,
blissful world not difficult at all to engineer,
me, torch bearer, spirited, jovial, zestful top gear,
my monorhymes might buttress a well-disposed ear.
You’re supposed to be a poet, Gershon
Pen something romantic for once, C’mon
Where lovers pledge their troth
while villains stir the broth
Where gallant knights in shining armor
rescue fair maidens, born to farmers
Where kings and queens prance ‘cross the stage
relics of a long-lost gilded age
Where tragedy and comedy co-mingle
and the audience’s collective spine tingles…
Alas, my dear friends, I need disappoint you
Your anointment I must eschew
Far greater things await me
Escaping your cage ~ I now am free
The delights of strolling through green parks,
to observe pristine lawn and serene pool,
interact or mingle with fellow ramblers,
share the joy of radiant sunshine,
and warm cheer induced by conversation,
sparked by kind stranger one never dreamed of,
nor imagined at the onset of a morning,
whose divine agenda set by vivid sky,
one might eschew whilst awash with visual,
scenic trees, shrubs, hedges, beget relish,
but without human contact and shared slant,
adornment on footpath, green pond insert,
quaint but charming cafe whose gourmet fare,
espresso sip and muffin tinted natter,
recall of vintage episode now whetted,
with zeal, zest, and zigzag zip,
a textured fabric of city grandeur,
bookstore whose friendly staff ooze warmth,
that well nigh impossible work one seeks,
or some shrewd advice from chance encounter,
Oh the joy I feel when I mingle
I advocate for humanity, against the twisted blights..Hostile forces in society pharmica and any such-like' wars on
Economy.'s and others intrinsic rescource's'
Let it be hawks for hunting, and horses
For grass courses.' Let humanity thrive or demise
On its own.' With God to be our judge and Him alone.' So I open the gate to access the
Track, to run the race, no holding back, to
Battle the evil, i find in me, and in this world
That claims it is yet free.? I move we advance
to this option.' eschew any thought of
flight, yet battle for good values,
While claiming all ' of your ranters rights.'
Have you ever considered
how your shoes will look
without your feet?
I should call Dr. Killeen this afternoon,
find out if I have cancer
but I’m enjoying the extra weekend of not knowing.
Strong oscillations
gather rhythm
and expel me or accept me.
It’s annoying
being the center of attention,
the dead man walking.
Things often work out better than you expect
and this probably will too.
In the transition to non-existence,
Ken said, you get what you believe.
Now that is a truly scary thought,
even scarier than Life is but a dream.
Pain serves the purpose of preparing
one to die.
Other methods have been tried but this works best.
You tie up your affairs
or maintain the discipline you possessed
when feeling well. Eschew
certainty about the afterlife.
All will be given
that must be what faith means.
Don’t forget to breathe.
Rain happens. We supply the reasons.
Leave no footprint in eternity. No smell.
Proud poets parade playful wordy wit,
Their careful craft becomes just diddly s..t.
No matter how hard we may try
Can’t outdo IQ of AI.
Shall we hoist the white flag and run with it?!
Digital era deemed undignified,
As bright grey matter becomes atrophied.
Before the mindset goes awry,
We shall eschew diddly AI -
Its fatuous facade is dead inside!
There is no strength in fear and flame,
naught but the bitterness of blame,
which leads us all to guilt and shame,
finger pointing and naming names.
Better still our hearts to open,
forgive and live with hope and
honest emotion,
a chain of grace unbroken,
positive words to be spoken,
and put our heart into motion.
Easier though to give anger it’s head,
to wish all of our enemies dead,
leave no damning word unsaid,
and encourage our hate to spread.
And spread it will unless we stand,
take our enemy by the hand,
strive to understand,
declare our oneness before the land,
grace and tolerance to expand,
love for brotherhood our command.
Eschew the path of the xenophobe,
abandon the notion of a divided globe,
tap well into your temporal lobe,
encourage agape to brightly strobe.
What a world it would be,
if they and us became we,
if you and I began to see,
instead of difference, similarity,
oh, to be so free,
and know my brother is a version of me.
Allow me to introduce
the hermit Hugh
who
I do deduce
felt it within himself
to eschew
an embrace
yet
being obtuse
when on a wild chase
did goose a moose
in the caboose
then a disgrace
but such behaviour
did induce
Bruce
another recluse
to pick up the pace
when playing footsie
under the table
fast and loose
Poetry time
Every line chimes
Stop on a dime
A buck for a rhyme
What’s a meta for
Similes are, like, a bore
A terzanelle’s attractive
Tho a villanelle’s more proactive
Witches vex trochaic pentameter
Curse iambic HEXameter
Traditionalists eschew free verse
Blank verse is that much worse…
Romance, a hackneyed chore
While humor is adored
Satire rates high too
Tear-jerkers ~ boo-hoo
Poetry time
Elbow grease and grime
Lines sparkle and shine
Craftsmanship sublime
I shall not pray for roses,
When daffodils would do:
There's glory in the simple things
That I will not eschew.
I shall not pray for roses,
When daffodils would do:
The simple without poses,
I never shall eschew.
The ocean's fog and mist so wide,
High tide indifferent, no confide,
Surf's ups and downs in rhythmic dance,
Sweeps all on its watery expanse.
New Year's visions in uncertainty's haze,
Time's march indifferent in mysterious ways,
Success and failure, life's dual ride,
In the misty shroud, they coincide.
Waves' frothy silk on sea crests blue,
Optimism triumphs, shadows eschew,
Human hearts in hopeful cheer,
Pessimism in darkness disappears.
Beautiful waves in song and play,
Defy the gloom, hold sway,
Aspirations and hearts aglow,
Wish all a Happy New Year's flow.
Thousands of Times I committed suicide in my dream
But my guts didn’t allow once in a life
In my dream I could hear ruckle
Was it mine?
Sometime I feel me and death are too propinquity
And sometime it's like sun and earth
I feel like a macula for this land
I am a flicking light approaching to end
The end of race is right before
But still running for the start
I can't eschew my soul
So, I am still here
Sorry god I am still alive
Thanks for the life you gave
Waking me up from Nightmare
Guiding me to success
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