Red is for maturation, throbbing through every sentiment
Sentiment of the courageous, where healing can jolt
Jolt with a trace, an expression, a sincere bright
Bright like the sun, flouting through the night
Night gives to green, the color of plants
Plants that whisper peace by the wind
Wind carrying blue calm and true uproar
Uproar to the nature, the personality, in violet’s hue
Hue of the soul, bold and cheerful
Cheerful with egotism, rebuffing to hide
Hide no more, such colors stand
Stand for new love where hand is hand.
Poem by N. Mugisho
a space time matter
is gravity's defiance
flouting skydivers ~
Indoors space is limited
skywards, time is limited
The safety net dangles
blows, twists, and turns
in the increasing winds
cut from its moorings,
and the people fall
grasping for
the shredded and useless
remains
evisceration of social programs
Medicaid, food stamps
consumer protection
job security
cuts to vital research
alienation of long-faithful allies
emulating dictators instead
flouting of the courts
rescinding environmental laws
erasing history and
all vestiges of non-white
accomplishments
making America white again
issuing edicts to silence
all who do not bend
the media universities
judges Congress
art and social institutions
theater and concerts
forcing religion in schools
Constitution be damned!
and the torn safety nef
flaps in the wind
Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.
Finally my blood began to coagulate,
and stopped to seep out of the slashed heart,
lacerated in the tempest of turmoil
by the sharp shards of your refutation.
In the memory meadow I found a crack split open
in the longing ledge of my hypnotized heart,
where the sole sapling of love bloomed in brilliance,
freed from the compelled confinement of isolation.
In your embrace my senses gracefully turned
into rhapsodic rhythm of heart enchanted within,
set the course of the lingering love so long latent
to sail in the sensuous stream of my yearning.
In the tormenting torrent of zooming zephyr,
as you drifted away unconcerned past me,
and blew a devastating storm of apathy,
my fragmented fervent feeling became rapture ruins.
Your flouting indifferent footsteps trampled
my emotive flower as you departed uncaring,
its crumbled petals made a wreath
for the bleeding bits of my broken heart.
In the flow of time I saw the essence of my soul,
its healing measures created the concerto of clotting,
as liquid lines turned into coalesced connection,
the splendorous suture made my heart whole again.
.
far from feel'n familiar
Frozen
Flouting
frank's
firmly fix'd
finger
Each morn we ready ourself for a bout
Flouting laws of God without feeling shame
Conscience that once whispered, begins to shout
But we heed it not, unable to tame
Ego urge that offers excuses lame
So we dwell in darkness without a clue
That deluded is ego’s claim to fame
Diffused komorebi light will not do
Partial awakenings shroud mind in doubt
Heart knows for sure when soul becomes the flame
Divine love, light and bliss begins to spout
Held flicker-free in our mind-body frame
Distanced from thrust of lust that tends to maim
Whence we garner wisdom known to but few
Knowing for our follies we are to blame
Diffused komorebi light will not do
Recognising God’s laws we ought not flout
We see God’s light in all souls as the same
Then gentling our touch, as we go about
We breeze through life as though it is a game
Yet holding firm focus and our soul’s aim
Making our heart pure like fresh morning dew
Eternal light of Self, we thus reclaim
Diffused komorebi light will not do
Transmuted as living light, we exclaim
If thoughts be but still, we’ll get a clear view
Of heaven within heart, scriptures acclaim
Diffused komorebi light will not do
1.To disregard court order in a scoffy way.
2.To Scourn court order with contemptous behaviour.
3.To impede court order flouting the rules.
Note.To put aside the order of a court...
Feathers on flippers are not just for strippers
Gaggles of geese are more willing to bite
Seagulls are soaring at four in the morning
Sweeping the sky for the bread of the night
Flight is a fashion of fabulous fortune
Forming a frothing of fitting respite
Feeding a frenzy of phony redemption
Forcing a future of feeling uptight
Fillies are frisky in fields of clover
Mares are the mothers of millions of young
Stallions are stomping the mice in the meadows
Morbidly mashing the minions of dung
Flight is the first and the last of our purpose
Singing the spiritual sprouting of wings
Finding the factual, minding the actual
Proving the practical pleasure of things
Many are mapping a flight to the future
Mincing the meaning of making a trip
Joyfully joining the jolly-good fellow
Flouting the fancy of letting it rip.
I walk on the edge of unacceptabilities
Experimenting with the bizarre my norm,
And I enjoy flouting the accepted form
Insulting the more refined sensibilities.
I am the product of inquisitive thinking
Gleefully stepping outside the box,
While the conventional laughs and mocks
As its fragile self-esteem is slowing sinking.
Yes, my lifestyle thrives on the reckless
I'm quite aware many turn up their noses
While I show disdain for artificial poses,
And the phoniness of the properly feckless.
written January 18, 2022
Spiritual stagnation staggers senses
Insidious insanity of intermittent information
Gruesome gorging of gossips
Nauseating nature of narcissistic news
Oppression of other opinions
Flouting false faithfulness freely
Transparent traitors of truth
Hypocritical hype of haters
Evildoers exemplifying egregiousness
Transgressive territorial targets
Investigation into innocent itineraries
Mercilessly manipulating mainstream
Evidence effectively to expressively
Symbolize significant sign of the times
April 25, 2018
Sign of the Times Contest By John Hamilton
Third Place
was just a
novelty item
within the minds
of the crowd that
had gathered to
watch the show
unfold right in front
of their eyes full
of disbelief
there stood two
hearts flouting above
the ground
then out of no were
one came crashing down
turning to dust
disappearing into thin air
afterwords the remaining
heart flouted away into the distance
without a second look
She is not a joker in the business
the wholesale trade she runs prudently
weaving flouting lies into fine truth
and established truth into open deceit
Her feet always points towards salons
market places she does not miss a day
those are the places wealthy and teeming
with raw materials for weaving articles
Many families cry with their hands on mouth
children often ask, “Mama why divorce?”
shops have been looted and burned down
and brides fall apart with their bridegrooms
The weaver does not rest on her wooden bed
till the textile of lies are finished and sold
Around the lounge a drowsy brown hound was routing, and found a rowdy lout shouting aloud and flouting a crowd of stout, proud men who frowned at his pounds tumbling down the ground and they clouted and ousted him out and out without any doubt about that money amounted to thousand pounds.
Warm sun tans
Beach tourists
Seeking fun
In azure
Ocean waves
Surfers ride
Wood tables
Flouting tides
Children play
With the sand
Paddleboards
Young swimmers
In the shore
Swim for hours
Sunset hides
Golden disc
Ending day
Bringing night
Enjoyment
In hotels
For Anacreontic Verse 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ebbs
Fifth Place
7-30-2016
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