GOLDEN REVOLUTION
On THRESHOLD of Revolution,
zeal, vigor follow CONCEPTION
arousing random awareness,
setting up organisation,
consciousness among populace.
Leader comes up to formulate,
plans and programmes to postulate.
DISMAL phase may be PITEOUS.
True leader always at front gate.
BLOOD-STAINED struggle, yet glorious.
Stepping on path, prickly thorny,
Fighter travels distressed journey.
Each foregoes all comforts mundane.
At end glistens ceremony,
When Revolution turns Golden.
10/01/17
Rhyme Time with 5 Contest by Laura Loo.
Categories:
foregoes, appreciation, devotion, how i
Form: Rhyme
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be
Oh dear, what can the matter be!
I will never forcefully go...
in a sink, held down to be washed
and freshening me head to toe!
My furry, fur flatly foregoes
being scoured with water and soap!
In my hell get ready to burn...
This feline sure knows how to cope!
From ferocious, furious cat
to a fitful devil, I'll turn.
bulged eyes, sharp claws open wide...
fierce feline revenge you will learn!
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
Judged: 02/16/2018
Categories:
foregoes, anger, cat, water,
Form: Rhyme
With moonlight, I pace… a quiet repose
That gazing far across a wind-tossed sea
Ringlets of tides beckon me, quietly.
Where an opportunity lifts my woes
As I in solace view the edge of bends
Until crests turn strong whirpool to downtrends
To appease my soul torn, a pain that grows.
Yet, the drifting wave rinses like a salve
The roll of tears, breaths…salty mist foregoes;
When my whimper exhales through ripples that heal;
And dissolves into mist on fate of zeal.
This burden released, heart of sea bestows
One final chance where new dewdrops spill,
A good luck rising from ocean's goodwill.
Opportunities Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
foregoes, sea, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
Oh he's feeling mighty lonesome
can’t seem to sleep a wink,
walking the floor try to fathom
and in between does drink.
Is this kind of love a toxic brew
or a nectar so sweet
when loving words towards you drew
yet left in lonely street?
He just keep talking to shadows
since the blues came to life,
a love so passionate foregoes
normality for strife,
Now a man is born for loving
and some have past regret
an instinct of turtle doving
yet in you an asset.
So this feeling low to the ground
is driving one crazy,
when an Angel he knew he’d found
time spent apart mazy.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Categories:
foregoes, lonely, love,
Form: Quatrain
That I would feast upon thy eyes
my love, about me not surmise.
A deity of calm does reach within, applies,
and all that peace can mean fills in, as feeling cries ~
To feast upon your will, beyond advise
and know my own heart's will, not criticize
completion ~ never 'till, and not incise.
In waiting, wait as nil ~ and compromise.
Love's hovering about, not improvise
does hold us fully fast, en route's unsize.
Thus, spiritual bondage heals ~ Godly, complies
and grace foregoes our fate, to emphasize ~
Love's faith does hunger, but to realize,.
its needing is the soul's resolving ~ wise!
Categories:
foregoes, faith,
Form: Rhyme