Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone
Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids
(The New Room: 1-15-2025)
Allergic
to the truth
Immune
to virtues glow
One infection
plagues my soul
Whose cure
— my sin forgoes
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Erroneous mirror scatters his face
Mills his skin into thin porous powder
Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste
Mouth stuffed with rubble cement rancid sour
Embalmed motorbike tennage champion
Mist cobwebs in his chest, windless clothesline
Murdered dreams dumped, tight vertibre cramp them
Measure of failure in winnings' decline
Engine never to rev segments ego
Mourning whip lashes languish in his lungs
Molten moon drips millions he forgoes
Mortality unknown among airborne young
Moonbeam diamonds stall, star status dements
Ebb of ignition rides midnight lament
Sixteen year old Hero, Matty
Putin's banned
~ Walt Disneyland
When the title is longer than the poem,
the discriminating reader forgoes 'em
The words merely borrowed,
to then juxtapose
Each Poet the debtor,
whose lender forgoes
All lines duly tendered,
with verses inured
The beauty, the order
—new feelings assured
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
The mother lode of nighttime verse,
arriving late
—by Satan cursed
The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes,
old words unbirthed
—in shadows grow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The mother lode of nighttime verse
arriving late
—all Satan’s curse
The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes
old words unbirthed
—in shadows grow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Fiery, vicious, ire-filled dispute
Ferocious, savage, shocking fight
Flagrant show of hate so acute
Frightful, vitriolic blight
Forgoes any chances to mend
Forsakes God's command: Let hate end.
Fails to deal with furor's root.
June 4, 2018, entered in Joseph May's Pleiades Contest
Fiery hate-fueled war
Fierce, continued conflict
Frightful heart-breaking blight
Ferocious, savage sight
Forgoes chances to mend
Forsakes pleas, “This much end!”
Flouts God’s command to LOVE*
*Mark 12:31 (King James Version): “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.”
We claim to love
but foolish pride swallows apologies
wrecks reconciliation and forgoes forgiveness
rendering sweetness bitter
it is an emotional hoarder
an insatiable sin
incessantly collecting resentment
commoditizing the priceless
bankrupting unity and burning optimism to ashes
it is an assassin’s bullet shattering the windows to the soul
it is a death kiss
pernicious and ubiquitous
convinced of its infallibility and yet
the ego is a manifold deception
a blindfold masquerading an x-ray
high octane recklessness eviscerating progress
it is arrogance mimicking affirmation
lending mystery to the vacuous
self-centered gibberish
rippling into infinity
and stripping love of its gist
it is delusions of grandeur
parading naked through town square
and fooling the fool alone
The miser and the model
are a couple, you might say,
yet they don't speak to one another,
she treats him like a brother,
how to add a little romance
and excitement to their day?
He forgoes his prime obsession
and decides on a surprise
for his delectable companion
with such sadness in her eyes.
He promises forever
with no secrets and no lies.
As a miser he hoards money,
as a model she craves size,
so he gives up on his stinginess,
forks out three thousand dollars
to provide her with that extra lift,
such joy... the perfect prize!
The miser and the model
are a couple, you might say,
yet they don't speak to one another,
she treats him like a brother,
how to add a little romance
and excitement to their day?
He forgoes his prime obsession
and decides on a surprise
for his delectable companion
with such sadness in her eyes.
He promises forever,
no more secrets, no more lies.
As a miser he hoards money,
as a model she craves size,
so he gives up on his stinginess,
forks out three thousand dollars
to provide her with 'an extra lift,'
she gives her man a hug and kiss
for she is thrilled to bits!
Fair was she, whose nature’s proudest beauty
Of irises brown, and hair darkest hue
Winter soon wilt, reckless what bare eyes see
Dare look at her, with love slowly brewed
A need be called forgoes a need too dwells
My voice, my visions and my leisure fold
Below thy chin, summer’s gentlest did well
Breathe me grape wine sweetest of ages gold
That fairness fallen dawn casts on her breasts
On unmoved ground, o’er aether brightly shines
She lies still, while pedals dance on her dress
Body autumn entangled in pale vines
As if beauty would flee in false manner
Then it should be given a fate sweeter
My gaze is lost in brushed delight
Of prism ray that sails afar
Across a mountain peak divide
All hushed, against one shooting star,
With tints of orange and mild- reds.
Each creature halts in voiceless awe
While I, another soul enthralled
By wonder owned by godly hands,
As dappled sceneries unfold
Like celestial glow of lore
On this twilight the legend holds
My native heart in transient pose.
Admiring wave of glittered veil,
I leave my heart as time forgoes
A blinking vista etched on bone.
Leon Datu
Nette Onclaud--- Brief Unforgettable Moment
11/20/13
The miser and the model
are a couple, you might say,
yet they don't speak to one another,
she treats him like a brother,
how to add a little romance
and excitement to their day?
He forgoes his prime obsession
and decides on a surprise
for his delectable companion
with such sadness in her eyes.
He promises forever,
no more secrets, no more lies.
As a miser he hoards money,
as a model she craves size,
so he gives up on his stinginess,
forks out three thousand dollars
to provide her with 'an extra lift,'
she gives her man a hug and kiss
'cos she is thrilled to bits!
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