Does it take time for the sun to extirpate the dark night?
Or to ease its fire form to make the plight of farmers, light?
Can't a storm take the form of a tornado and revolve?
Or blow into a gentle breeze and prickly problems solve...?
You are like a lion, loyal, noble, and courageous,
Your love and compassion for all, yet, turn you umbrageous;
Like in a tiger, grace, strength, and suppleness are in you,
As true as the very steel, I find your ways to be true...!
Elegance brim-fills you as any finest of flowers,
To expand your powers, on you God his blessings showers;
Angels and saints surround you in all your journeys around,
Laurels of triumph are yours, though on your path thorns are found...!
No paths are so crooked, that they can never be straightened,
Sloth bears are not slothful; rather, they are well awakened;
I wish you would, my friend, being a brave adventurer,
Erase every error, and tyrannize every terror...!!!
06 April 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
E-xtirpate
F-earsome
R-abidity's
E-erie
N-astiness
P-ulverizing
U-nknown
L-ink's
I-nfection
D-uring
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Efren Pulido (June 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The famed archer perches on the minaret
While the waxing moon disappears
He studies the dancing silhouettes
Waiting on the reclusive premier
The scant light of a torch coyly dances
And soon the moribund ruler emerges
The bowman knows where his allegiance is
Soon the realm will be singing dirges
The arrow hits the heart and it is rent apart
And so departs the tyrannical tetrarch
Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.
Declared of them that love was key sortie,
Unity be justice en quest; Arise
Ye people who yearn sedulous booty,
Dared more agony intriguing despise?
Ferity is not lulu with comrades,
Virtue’s flawed bond bespeak sardonic woes,
Vague as rabble in berated ill shades
Fussy factions are collective foes.
Regimes thwart patriots yearn for verity,
Intuit warns against raging ruination,
Rude pretext to extirpate reality,
Interest lost sans support and option.
Whilst nation mourns liberty, they dictate.
When hope springs forth, Zealots, don’t hesitate.
I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate the dross
that my own vision fines?
Yet while with every pungent spadeful, I would violate the earth
and lay it quivering upon its virgin breast?
Show me that tentative, exploring light
that your own grace imparts,
that gift you have of offering faint pictures
of the gods you see...
of leaving finger trails upon my body,
indelible, effable.
With your spirit, write the words
upon a spirit slate that time will not corrupt,
for with you who are my mirrored flesh and breath
united, I may now descry,
my mother, daughter, illuminator
of Almighty God.
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Empty thoughts escape my eyes,
Wordless complaints vapor through my lips.
That's what the stringent policies have reduced me to.
The grass has nothing to say back to me anymore.
In days of old it would cut the wind and split the molecules into torrents of blessings to us.
Today its blades reflect hostile rays into my eyes.
Then I cogitate...where is the chlorophyll?
Flags rise against states,grass against dust.
The worker bee lands upon it and shakes off the dust coated pollen brains.
I sneeze as if allergic to the two antagonists of peace that we once had.
The brass grass and bronze dust.
Under the stinging bee conspire to extirpate and scatter the tropical trees to alien soil.
There too dusty-grass prevails.
C.evoL
A MIND SEEKING REVENGE
IS LIKE A PRISONER WITH NO JUSTICE
IT WON’T TAKE ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR ITS ACTIONS
FOR IT WILL PLOT AN ILLEGAL PLAN OF DESTRUCTIVE EVIL
IT WILL FORSAKE AND TERRORIZE ANY SIGHN OF A CONSCIENCE
IT WILL FORBID ANY FORCE OF INSANITY
AND WILL BARRICADE ITS TEARS
ITS DARKNESS IS INEVITABLE
IT WIL BECOME ABORTIVE
IT WILL FLAUNT ITS FALSE EMOTIONS
BUT IT WILL EXTIRPATE ITS PLAN
AND IT WOULD LEAD TO A GRIDLOCK
THE MIND WOULD THEN HAVE HYPOCHONDRIA
IT CHOSE ITS KISMET
BUT IT STILL HAS A PLAN TO LYNCH SOMEONE
BUT IT WILL THEN MARTYR
THE MIND SEEKING REVENGE IS NOW NOXIOUS
AND OVERPOWERING
IT’S SLAPDASH
BUT A TYRO IN ITS NEXT SCHEME
IT WILL JAB THROUGH ITS CARELESS THOUGHTS
BUT IN THE END IT WILL HAVE A FEELING,
A FEELING OF PIQUE
AND IT WILL RUMINATE OF ITS DEEDS
I was appointed
To preach the word
A destiny
That I have long denied
Not that I don’t love
My SAVIOR
Because I was
Uniquely designed
Fashioned in his likeness
But shaped in
Iniquity
Forever will I be
Linked to my past history?
Adam and Eve
Were my first parents
GOD was very excited about his creation
Eve became distracted
As the subtle enemy infiltrated
To bring doom to
GOD’s holy nation
Sin was born
Through disobedience Eve heeded in her spirit
Blame was rendered
Through Adam forgetting his creator’s
Instruction, power and wisdom
Not wanting to destroy his wondrous creatures
GOD making a declaration to eternally keep
Man from the tree of life
Good & Evil
Laying in abeyance within their mortal beings and heart
Descendants of this trait through bloodlines
Reprobates mankind became
Causing GOD to extirpate the world
Saving 8 souls
Extracting from GODS ubiquities
A virgin was chosen to birth
Our redeemer
Impeccable Master
Laid down his life
SINLESS for SINFUL
Wayward Generation
Now that you know
HIS story
What are you going to do?
I choose to
Carry my cross
And walk
But the choice is up to
YOU
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