a prominent squirrel
once eschewed a gift
from a poor chipmunk
meeting again at heaven’s gate
the chipmunk, once eschewed
was let right through
Though a doctor or a lawyer in my parents' eyes,
I eschewed that to become the best at catching flies.
I could have been a doctor (if I had been wise).
From their graves, I can still hear their tortured cries,
"When will little Davey finally realize
there's more to life than being best at catching flies?"
Treated like you don’t deserve
tepid greetings that unnerve
No sparks of warmth nor dying embers
Did you hurt somehow this family member
Once you got along just fine
then came changes over time
Until she simply stopped calling you
and when you tried, your calls eschewed
The hurt is real, you want to say
yet you fear she'll go away
So, the game you continue to play
leave another message, call it a day
My sisters are my pride and glory/
An endless legion, woven into my story/
Our bond defies the boundaries of space/
A sacred connection no vastness can erase/
I dwell in shadows, a soul of the night/
Yet their love surrounds me, a radiant light/
No judgement do they cast, no fear do they bring/
In their embrace, my heart takes wing/
To harm my sisters? A perilous path/
For I wield the ancient magic of wrath/
No hand need I raise, no physical fight/
The darkest spells prevail, cloaked in might/
Respect my sisters and I'll respect you/
The balance preserved, the curse eschewed/
But cross this line, tempt fate's dire call/
And you'll learn the price, darkness claims all/
'And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works." ~Revelation 20:12 KJV And then [Jesus said] will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity. ~Matthew 7:23 KJV
The sound of solitude
Means I am now alone,
Yet reminds me of my finitude
And for sins I must atone.
Guilt racks me like a cyclone,
For the lies I have construed
Lay around me like a clingstone
And the shadows of hellbrewed.
A creed of cruelty I tattooed
Upon the armored heart I honed
With every virtue I eschewed,
Now I stand before my God, unknown.
Rhapsody of rainbow
morphs melted
into morose mélange,
scattered in sullen sky.
Bleeding colors bleached
from twilight cloud
ruinous rainstorm daubs
as derelict blemish
on abandoned shards
of broken heart.
Shades of blue
permeate pining
frayed linen
of lost love.
Requiem of roses
resonates profound
in melancholic concerto.
Drooping petals languish
for dripping tear drops
of mourning dew,
desiccating dismayed
in somber sunshine
in deserted mind,
where for bracing
cold desolate stone
fallen flowers
make bouquet
for deceased passion.
Cacophony capsuled
in suffusing cauldron
of mute melody,
lost in tempestuous sea
of incongruent tune,
chaotic symphony
dismantles harmony
on discordant waves.
Synthetic smiles sneer
scarred scenario
of lonesome life.
Sanguine songs turn
to convoluted noise,
echoing in solemn soul.
Lattice of life
seen through
languid cynic lens
magnifies mystified
into crooked contortion
of eschewed essence.
Pouncing across the white pinwheel flowers,
dancing to the delightful tunes of breeze,
Blue beauty performed an air show for hours;
For a few moments, my sorrows she seized
Displaying a kaleidoscope of hues,
like a vibrant tableau, she unfurled views;
With bright blue colour, she blew off the blues
And my worldly worries I just eschewed
From bright royal blue to emerald green,
swapped colours, swiftly like a magician;
Her wings a canvas of shimmering sheen;
To find her name was my only mission.
Banded peacock is her beautiful name
Oh! Now, All I can do is just exclaim.
Oct-05-2024
gilt
but of intricacy
of a mirror’s frame
guilt
shown an ember in me
am I not the reflection’s heel
am I not intrinsic
asked, though eschewed
you judge me mirror
abased, now
heavens just let me be
in my own camouflaged
hypocrisy
Why is the middle where I put a book down?
My anticipation dies at that half-read interlude.
I lack the discipline that keeps me inbound.
A famous author's endings should be praised, and not eschewed.
Your Best Poet Friends
9/15/2023
Poet Friends read you first, no matter what!
They crave your incisive, critique first.
Chasing new poets, you, leave them as dust?
Like flowers, they wait for a word, they thirst!
They are not in search of quippy fast laughs
Value them first, before any POTD!
Not out searching for obvious poetry gaffes,
Value them, not your grand popularity.
Friends are people, not just base numbers.
Thus, comments written with words..so few.
We bypass our friends, we need our slumber.?
Worse, use of primary words, heartily,eschewed!
Don’t allow the sun to set on your face.
While your friend has very few comments?
You, chase just numbers, what a disgrace!
You leave a poet friend in a deep, sad, sonnet
“Those who do read and soup-mail you.
Beautiful souls, oh, so very close to you”
~THE USA NATION~
Observe, the very last of boys and girls.
Teachers decide now if they might be birds?
Educators, these, are also high above you.
Parents’ rights are summarily eschewed!
The once proud Red,White and Blue nation.
Now but a raging transgender sensation!
5/3/2023
I delight in your twaddle inside me, young girl.
Restore the golden-pink gleam with a swirl.
Memories of who've died or are close to dying.
Delve deep, according to inner-child supplying.
Taking apart each self that has been dark-dyed
Then, closely dig up the shimmering past's side.
Until we draw a kinder rainbow hue, we must wait.
Vacant space below crops and owned bogs is fate.
I witnessed my parents waiting at the school gate.
I spy my father wandering the area near the grate.
The stems of ivy felt alike wings around her neck.
I can view my mother eschewed quickly to the deck.
ignited by her tenderness and exuberance.
Hijinks start here, unlucky protuberance.
Her giggling sounds akin to the essence of life.
Her grin, which is always braw, stops any strife.
Written: May 1st 2023
Building a bridge
for others to walk
light burning at the end
It’s never enough
to stand and wait
their crossing must begin
Toeing a path
in another’s steps
fruition comes in view
Toll again paid
in memory script
—to spite the dark eschewed
(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)
On his daily morning constitutional
Carter stumbled on an old brown shoe
Just one it was, and not a pretty sight
Weeds peered from it, smeared with blight
Carter picked it up, pondered a while...
Tossed it aside ~ last year's style
Sir Edmund Clerihew Bentley
passed away, so he sent me.
He wrote of gumshoe detectives,
and eschewed dumb invectives.
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