our fate is optimised
that God be realised
without any effort
as we watch bliss beats spurt
since we have come undone
are we the favoured one
or is that all it takes
dancing among snowflakes
John Donne* (1572 – March 31, 1631 Jacobean poet, satirist, lawyer and preacher/cleric in the Church of England considered the founding figure of the so-called metaphysical poetry movement dwells in this 6/8/6/8 lined quatrain of stanzas on love the other topic on which his well deserved 'master' poet' reputation famously rests.His analytical mind draws out universal truths recognised by we favoured with true love experientially our lives
*English cleric one John Donne
oneday his poetics had just begun
A master of verse so erotic
so divine & metaphysique
Favoured is, the night alone
With its tombstone's lifting
Of what hid, hard-faced
Stoically behind.
Vengeful looking ghost, ablaze
Tear on indignant tear
With all its hurts, wrongs
Life's, parried, combined.
ignorance as well as knowing
but pertains to realms and domains
instead if we just keep flowing
our formless presence wears no chains
with this mantra held in focus
lower mind instrumentalised
breeze of bliss our favoured locus
hum of silence is realised
The Clouds may be Grey
The clouds may be grey
May be white, may be black
But at last a small gap
Let’s the blue sky shine through.
No life without light
The first thing God made
The sun is his gift.
Source of every good thing.
We are favoured and blessed
While we live on this Earth
Deserving the worst
God has given us his best.
your moment of concentration
has me mesmerised
I'm no longer a poet ~
just a fool with unuttered longing
this day already drew its close
but I can steady my weary gaze
settle it upon you
all but your beauty ebbs away ~
I look on with tired eyes
"lit by a match"
I'm half dreaming ~
my favoured state
and you
within arm's reach
as I drift aloft
caught between the shadows and smoke
that swirl together
one last time
Inspired by The Sulphur Match by John Singer Sargent
I dreamt it in stone
whilst I softly slept
unhurried thoughts
as others wept
exist as one
that is the dream
but the dream is undone
kneeling and wretched
prostrate on the ground
serene and believing
salvation found
by the light of the moon
it's possible to see
the most favoured
most becoming
version of me
I've taken up space
fashioned as ornate
with no way to speak
as a protected state
but thoughts run rife
impossible to still
what bodies can't encapsulate
within the shape that they fill
my bones tell a story
my mind doesn't understand
I agreed wholeheartedly
as horizons are scanned
let me be enveloped by the sandman
lost in a faraway stare
just outside of time
perhaps my purpose lies there
Failure was taboo, in a world full of expectations
Success was a burden we were forced to carry,
And burnout was a truth mistaken for laziness
Perfection was a cursed pushed on to black children,
And yet when we exceed it still isn’t enough,
Rest was a heaven we were promised after death,
And life was a test of struggle to get there
White kids are allowed to be average,
And are rewarded with excellence
But us being called average was a privilege we never got
Instead we would be criticised for breathing the wrong way,
And if we complained, we were called a problem
The system was built to break us,
Education is just a trap to bait our reactions,
Excluding us from the conversation,
But complaining about our ‘silence’,
This a silent strategy of educational violence
They erase our history, then they erase our voice,
A system favoured by bias,
Means in the end we will never get a choice -
To have our say,
Or to make space for our excellence,
School was never about inclusion -
But to send a message to all black children
#The_last_hassle
miles i have walked, days i have shed my breath in, friends i have met and left, all marked like stains upon the cloth of my yesterday memories. wishes never ceased to wish, hopes never wavered to hope for, all lingering as tatters from my past, i fail to mend my present. for yesterdays never favoured me...
today in my heart and hands, its all void, in my present every realm of hope, stands like dongas. i mean discarded and neglected spots of betterment. The boy in me crippled by fear, fear of what tomorrow holds when i bring nothing myself, feel forcefully robbed everything, that defines me human...
so much of a shell i carry, though its still heavy upon my conscious, for the emptiness awakes scars and memories that once habited there, daily i hear a sound from this shell, constantly reliving the soul piercing losses, I endured, it all reminds me how less of a human, my past has made me but i am not my yesterday, i am what i choose to be today
, tomorrow clear your parths i'm on my way
#Poetic_Ink
The girl and her moon
Hers, in the bond they shared
Hers , because it was the only one who cared
No expectations, just comfort
No microaggressions, just acceptance
A quiet bond between two who understood,
What it's like to be misunderstood
The girl, quiet, in fear of judgement
The moon silent, in sadness from being overlooked
Yet, even in their state, both managed to light up -
Every room they encountered
The power of silence favoured them both
Neither had to speak to attract attention
The light they emit, speaks for their presence
What comes across as a curse, an unwelcome burden
Becomes their biggest strength
Quiet and unassuming, people underestimate -
The gravity of their power,
Mistaken weakness, upholds their greatness
The underdog, shouldn't be mocked -
For they will end up victorious
The girl and her moon end up the winners
Undermining their power, makes you the loser
So Close, So Far
Beauty-backed brains,
Ever radiant, ever evanescent
And rejuvenating.. while life's rains
Treacherously try to tear and rent
Rippled holes into men's hearts,
Inspiration comes forth from you
Cajoled by Cupid's love-soaked darts
Encapsulating everyone in your view.
Ordinary folk like me
Metamorphose into a being
Only a favoured few see
Like snowflakes which spring
A surprise on creatures in June
Raking leaves which fell from
Aftermaths of a terrific storm
The Tower was engineered
by Monsieur Eiffel in Paris
the Wheel was favoured
by Mr. Ferris
Michelangelo in Rome
contributed St. Peter's Basilica dome
Eddystone Lighthouse the first
was constructed by Winstanley and
in St. Paul's Cathedral
Sir Christopher Wren had a hand
the seated Thinker
was carved out by Auguste Rodin
the Taj Mahal (Mumtaz') tomb
commissioned by Shah Jahan
all roads lead to the Colosseum
started by Emperor Vespasian
Borglum executed Mount Rushmore
while Hadrian gave us the Wall
and Ferdinand de Lesseps
secured the Suez Canal
in Byzantine Constantinople
Justinian I built the Hagia Sophia
in Italy Bonanno Pisano began
the (later leaning) Tower of Pisa
the Egyptian Pharaoh Khafre
inspired the Sphinx
but in Scotland who designed
the Musselburgh (golf) Links
If you've a yen
(it's not zen)
you may bet your bottom dollar
while integrating yin yang cosmology
Chinese philosopher and scholar
Dong Zhongshu
(good old you know who)
favoured heaven worship results
over and above traditional cults
altho' a man well-read
he often wrote instead
yet to avoid confusion
knowingly said, 'Jump to assumption,
arrive wrong conclusion.'
Last year we played with steady ground,
one rule for all, the truth was found.
No favoured few, no shadow deal,
just work and heart - the common seal,
and every voice could claim their name.
Our coach back then, from distant shore,
taught more than drills - he taught us more:
that trust is built on equal weight,
and discipline decides our fate,
and love of game is why we came.
But now the lines are drawn by hand
that shifts with who they understand.
The gifted pushed to other side,
while empty chairs in A-team hide
the friends they brought to guard their claim.
The rules are bent, the field feels small,
the game we knew is lost to all.
Yet still we run, though not the same,
and dream one day to lift the flame
of football played for more than fame.
Well first of you have to be black
So if your not sorry about that
I guess you're just gonna have to be believed
I know for once your not included
How does it feel not to be the centre of attention
I guess it must be hard having white privilege
Oh and also being favoured
And no I'm not joking
Anyways back to the point
Black girls listen up
So what you are gonna need to is just open your mouth
Cause they don't like that
They'll call you violent
Kicker is they hate when your also silent
And use that as an excuse to discredit us
To dismiss us
They do this intentionally
So people won't believe us
I know
How scandalous
You're also gonna have to just exist
Yeah this one's gonna be the easiest
To accomplish
Us living apparently really hurts them
So they are probably gonna do everything
To make sure our voices are ignored by everyone
Because who is society going to believe
I'll give you a hint
The ones who have privilege
Sucks don't it
Well that's how you know you're doing something right
Cause remember we don't want to be believed
I mean it really is just that easy
Because when you're black
You're automatically not believed
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