Lovers’ Tale:
Death and Life are opposite sides of the wheel,
But do we truly know how they feel?
Separated from each other,
Couldn’t love a person any other.
Misunderstood by everyone,
Thought Death will bring down our sun,
We locked Death underground in hell,
And Life in skies as her heart fell.
The anger and hatred will never be forgotten,
For now, she is the Mara we made with our hearts rotten.
Oh! And Death, he was the angel from heaven, now Satan.
That is why the realm of men will never be a safe haven.
Men wrote Life as something to look up to,
And Death as something to look down upon.
But in these lovers’ perspective,
It is very fictive.
This is the fate they have accepted,
Of punishing those whose decisions had them corrupted.
Life is now believed as an endless cycle of Karma,
And Death is believed as an endless rest.
This is because the reality broke them,
And now reality is cruel just like our hearts.
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
Albeit, natheless
of no consequence
admissible ... thing
humiliating
how now brown cow ... speak
named ... must be unique
imagination
generalization
easy, perspective
yours or mine, fictive!
that stretch, what is there,
images ... despair
strays loss memory
rare remembering
instantaneous
matter strenuous
reason of drainage
mayhaps some carnage
yes answers reason
purpose--intention
... a dreamer affects
... or schemer effects
telltale prophecy
image precisely.
Written: December 12, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton Contest
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People can only thrive on this wealth scale
With undying faith, we admire our flag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Just few people groove stanch affluence gale
whilst most all strive tough with null in the bag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
We are rivaled with a stern choice trial
A person's rank is viewed by his wealth tag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Trading rule exceeds all neat deals for sale
Where smash checkers are, indeed, rulers slag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
There is a fictive guise dubbed classless tale
Though, our right of recourse has little brag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
With their bogus pledge to clear off our lag
A plush caste is riding blindly as swag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Quick-witted, untamed, and carefree.
Earth, air, fire, and water—nothing scares me.
Every species is waltzing in an epic symphony.
A maze within a five-pointed star is a mystery.
We launch into the sky in a zigzag path.
Our limbs plead as if they had no lath.
With the aim of rejoining the cosmic dance.
To witness the vitality of our core stance.
The earth underneath us starts to swirl.
We're jamming while we whirl and twirl.
With each stride, we settle into a rhythm.
As we're pulled along by the cosmic prism.
Fire breaks down throughout our souls.
As we journey through the cosmic whole.
Life is a dance with an unending objective.
As our tasks in space start to blur, fictive
There is water everywhere around us now.
As we bear our peace with the cosmic vow.
At this time, we would wish to draw a bow.
Since our being is one with cosmic endows.
Written: June 07, 2023
When suited with loneliness, sorrow is seductive.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Pondering the twilight steam, so the lake whirls me to debate.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
I reek trefoils and heed we bear a deep urge to relate.
There are harmony and congruity here, just as kinship.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
Ridden by the ethos, a lilac cloud goes to a grape.
One thing I lack haunts a bustling life with true liberality.
In this world, even a hunter and prey may gain alliance.
A slight wind doesn't sham the willow's sensory body.
I wish to be vital for that globe, producing hot guidance.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
In this world, even a hunter and prey might gain alliance.
As I unwind in peace, I realize life follows a vital word.
To reduce interruption caused by uncommon conflictive.
This information might work with us exploring the world.
My quest for commonality steered me to a lake fictive.
Written: January 3, 2022
visual resemblance
conceptual
links
embodiments
of
never ending
fulfilment
&
renewal
desire distilled
in
illusions
of perfection
elevated
&
never
denied
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
fragmentary tendecies
manifold meanings
in fictive narrative
once obvious
fascination in
perspective
suggestive
intriguing
mutably transformed
now
exhausted
We’re here to chase rainbows
We’re fully involved
Within fictive gallows
We’re here to chase rainbows
We gaze through the windows
We, truly, are lost
We’re here to chase rainbows
We’re fully involved
I watched you slowly disappear
pacing restlessly back and forth
warbling off-key through the
woozy blackness of a day
I watched you glide upwards
through the slender keyholes
quivering and sun-cloaked
towards the edgeless seasons
I watched you unfurl with rapture
rummaging the vast firmament
ill-famed for your cinder face
corralled and vaulted
I watched you smile in epoxy
at every wake and burial
you made weather off your skin
mostly smooth and neon-colored
I watched you sink in every rivulet
amidst the mountain ridges
and your incandescent eyelashes
creeping upon the timid animals
I watched you blast off to nowhere
becoming a zero, a ransacked town
only a replica of your blank self
a free sacrifice to destroyers
I watched you eat your cotton candy
heading home to fictive horizons
your limbs so flabby and tired
your eyes full of dismissal
Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.
People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.
All who are predisposed to clutching their negative blows
know doubts occurrences of fearful disturbance
thoroughly unscrambles one’s confidence channel
Image deceit drips as falsely scented,
mixed with drops of fictive doubt,
to kidnap our splendid potential.
On and off, our truth wrestles doubt’s absolutes.
Since youth, most have fought that gloomy devil.
Predatory Riches Upset French Presidential Campaign
#Fillon, rich and predatory,’s in the slime,
Took public money for his wife so fine.
His campaign to advance
To President of #France
Has people saying, 'He’s passed a red line.'
It's tough on Penelopé,
Who's slaved for her man,
But the money 'enveloppé'
Counts her work as a sham,
So she's on a slippery slope,
Is his dear Penelope.
(French president election 2017 : François Fillon, former prime minister, conservative candidate, is accused of using public money to pay his wife, Penelope in French 'penny lope'), for a ‘fictive job’ as his parliamentary assistant. She is under judicial investigation for ‘receiving’.
The macaws are singing for you in the rain,
Your lover is kissing you again.
What's all his kisses worth
If he breaks your heart and flirt?
Love is like a lost memory on the pages of the sea,
If he loves you sincerely only God in heaven knows.
Love is like the wind that comes and goes
He loves you today
Tomorrow he walks away.
His heart like a branch that sways
a false trust that's like the fading sun's rays.
Love not the elegant face you see
Nor the moon beam in his eyes.
Love the inner soul you cannot see
Then your love is trusted into eternity.
One heart his fictive love betray,
A next beauty leads his heart astray.
What fictive love you display,
By your elegant glass that's broken today?
She loves you today and calls you honey,
Flirts with another then steal your money.
Oh my this stage of love looks funny!
Then she left you for a next man's money.
Looks can deceive the anxious soul
The eyes of the flesh sees little to behold.
Love is a thing that tickles the heart
tumbles the brain but difficult to explain.
Let your love and heart be trusted first on God above
Then He will Guide your soul to be joined as
one to your immortal love.
Spooky night
When on a dark rainy night,
Moon had cheated the sky,
No twinkle of stars in sight,
Scare was at its peak high !
Faster as I walked very vigilant,
Closer heard the footsteps follow,
Palpitations turned me intolerant,
Came trepidation, could not swallow,
Reflection veiled causing a gallop,
All of my strength as if it took,
Science and logic seemed a big flop,
Overpowered soon by the fictive spook,
My systems underwent absolute shutdown,
Beyond scope of thinking or a frown !
Written October 24th, 2014
For contest 'Ghost Stories' by Kelly Deschler
Noe entered for contest by Linda " Old Halloween"
Awarded 9th place win
So what can one expect next?
Is it the complexity of words that draws us near?
To delve deeper into the void of interminable text
Would one have to first examine what to them is dear?
What is in a word?
Is it the sound one makes when vocalizing vocabulary?
Or is it the emotion a word produces, such as the flight of a bird?
This, is unknown, thus my motives are extraordinary
To write poetry, is to live
And all sonnets are beautiful, this, a preconceived notion
Despite a piece’s theme, be it realistic or fictive
Assuredly, sonnets remain as poetry in motion
‘Tis only my humble speculation
That poetry will endure the most onerous tribulation
Consonant to your mesmerising charm,
I camouflage all declamatories,
Unavowed in step with the times,
End up at a secluded place.
Swindler you were, failure of my judgement,
You detriment my feelings, corrode my interior,
Eclipsed my radiance, walked over my prejudice,
I writhed in pain, blanked out.
Frozen and exhausted, woke up to horror of dark,
Epinephrine stays, reconciliate with the shock,
Triumphed with your warmth,I calm down.
A fantasy , a fictive chiller- never to treasure!!
Written on 6/7/13
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