Forwardly Poems

Birth

I'm buried with  child 

As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming 
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers 
As my knees are pale of beliefs 
The strategy of enlightenment 
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith

I am still becoming 
With nothing in hand 

But

A sharp narrative to blend while speaking in tongues 
Luring the little thoughts of time
I never had a voice before 
But my light of gratitude gravitated slowly towards the sand bars and touched my bare feet 
I now know what lies ahead, as my visions forwardly spotted the faith 
I now believe solely I am incredible 
Not in a mythical manner
In a spiritual spitted  comfort 

Ashleigh Ngoqo

Poetry II

If poetry channels our anger and sorrow
Who then will want to write it tomorrow
And will joy and contentment stifle its future?
And what will become of our stays and culture?

I say poetry has been victimized 
Vilified, chastised, castigated and ostracized 
Only perceived as a tool for struggle 
Truths coded for smuggle

Yet poetry is just song void of tune
From the same rock hewn
For the lyrics that ride on the harmonies 
Are sponsored by poetic abilities 

Only poetry captures life’s odysseys
In whose form is crafted psalms and prophecies 
If you want to know an expanse exceeding now
Poetry is the where and the how

Poetry in its recitation 
May not cause rhythm and gyration 
Care free melodies and chimes
That people seek in easy times

Until hard times force the weaning 
Where people gain taste for meaning 
A complementary aid for soul searching 
To set the conscience forwardly marching 

If poetry must fail in the market 
Then it proves not to aim for your pocket 
But a stinging dart to awaken your souls 
When woes and lows purge all else from their roles

K. Muitherero

An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover

An Alliterative Pursuit Of A Lover

I will firstly frankly forwardly forthrightly fastidiously befriend you.
Then I will completely correctly courteously candidly chastely court you.
Then whencesoever I have wonderfully wackily warmly wooingly won wed you,
I’ll be free to laughingly longingly lustily lecherously lasciviously licentiously lengthily ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly ~ly 
Gladly gently graciously gratefully gallantly grandly greatly love you forever.

Reasoned Offer

See circusy topic show start through an end
Flamboyances color by number with pen
Utensils swirl-shade as lead subjects decide
Outsparkle in arc-flash or well to subside
Resharpened perceptions concluding attend

Straight forwardly semblance curves back trope betide
Choice obvious reasons sound minded lines time
Due melioration emended pends then
Omega friends alpha preferences blend
Explosively visions seam clown shoes provide

Recognition

First off-
you're E~did,

fawned like frozen in a wrong beam of time-

God is only justified by his own usury,

and we don't do the forgotten as a figurine...

We all are falling,
forwardly and softly forestalled,

faked,

forgiving four fickle frogs,

finding our fifty nine frot foe,

just as we fizzle the fantastic flowing fight, fitted-

if that's enough to gloat see me stuck in the next simple dictionary-

having nothing to say to the ears of men who listen,

children who dream,

women who can misinterpret.

Sleeping is optional,

sojourn is an ancient land full of those flaws,

free,

we are not this-
fleet,

we are so fast at adeptly encouraging the sanctimony of the next...

Struck

Here we go "free verse" on forward and return buck return to base for food water and temper tantrum's. Up next rocket ships to dance on and fly with. Now thinking flying and back to where you called me buck and before you said return you had me for at least lunch, and I'm sorry but sorry for speaking forward, now forwardly speaking "apologize" for being a bit of a fit or as you said "temper tantrum" now let's just skip and say hypothetically speaking I have a "torch" you do not and let's just say the intentions of my hypothetically speaking spoke for it's self so "apologize" revoked. Ok back too I did not just threaten you and it was definitely not with this here fired up tourch. Ok sorry to bother you but only that rocket ship offers nothing but a really hot ride on a really really cool and fast machine called a rocket ship. Now what would you say huh?

Vision Sharing

From the realm of their own
Are weaved verses 
The visions they have
They convey romantically
Tragically and rarely comically
They entice with their array
Of words sometimes
Straight forwardly at others
Hidden away beneath embezzling
Thoughts,so much they convey and share
We are lost in their world
Practically be with them
In those moments they render
Unmindful of the world
Around them , the happenings
They weave a web around
Themselves and their inner world
Their visions laid bare
We love them or loathe
Depending on what they convey
They wield the power to 
Change the world
Their works possess the might
We've been gifted with
Poets like Wordsworth,Shakespeare and Eliot
What revolutions came about
After they entered this romantic world
Poets  visions transform ours
We love to be with them through their works
New and newer works are entering the arena
To keep us romantically inclined
Thanks to them we are transported
And transformed.

Stepping Into the Unknown

Standing at the foot of the stairs
allow one’s eyes forwardly gaze
there’s light forcing itself at the brim
but one’s eyes see nothing just a haze

One starts to force your sight more fully
but remembering the road there is steep
as well as many kinds of twists and turns
so much to combat but keep focus real deep

This attractive light is so persuasive
it draws you upward and forward
no matter how hard this journey may be
have faith in oneself and go onward

This is filled with such symbolism
pointing to that powerful divine light
which attracts earthly beings of faith
to believe moving forward behold the sight

What a sight indeed it’s glorious
this light draws one to come in
to be seated at great banquet fare
there the king of glory will indeed win

Needle Boy

Who's that garçon, playing with needles
eagerly stabbing the fantastique tragedy 
squirming so quickly by the macabre melody
what makes my shadow laugh forwardly 
above me! 

Eye on him from behind turning and twisting
drilling the fear out from his astonishment
and when we move around yelling and swearing
all at once little hand drops all these little things
childishly moaning! 

His chest is silent now his life is absconding
where has the beating just disappeared? 
I'm flapping like a lunatic, something is leaking
out from my bowels deep inside me! 

Pierced to the guiltiness right by the dying boy
needles are digging like gluttonous maggots
dirtily cruelly mortally with pleasure
feeding their sharp bodies inside of me!

I'Ve Always Wanted To Tell You

I've always wanted to tell you.
I love you without knowing why or from where.
I love you stright forwardly without
reason or pride.
I love you because I know no other
way.
So close your hand on my chest is my hand.
So close that when you close your eyes I
sleep.
So close that your breath is my breath.
So close that your dreams are mine.
so close that when you died I died.
Forever my love.

Wandering In My Mind

I remember when and how it all started..
On when, it was few months ago we chatted..
On how, along a thousands of strangers our ways threaded..
Now, you keep wandering in my mind.. 

A dreamlike statutes, you and I shared thoughts...
Of yesterdays, we thrive and forwardly fought..
Of tomorrows, we aspire and sought..
You keep wandering in my mind...

For sometime, we agree to a rendezvouz..
Although unsure, if we win or lose..
Yet, uncaringly we did paving way for us to boost..
You keep wandering in my mind..

Towering me by your otward heights..
Disengaging me in a conversation flight..
Like a colorful dancing kite in the sky..
You keep wandering in my mind..

Few months from now, I will go..
To my heart, to my humble home..
Will you come follow me or call me by phone?
You keep wandering in my mind. .

by: olive_eloi
3:41pm
24/10/2013

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Marriage

White tide, long crimson wake and sea and earth and bluey sky
her lips glow scarlet, cheeks grow rosey, like the petals she passes by, 

bated breath, hands and feet sturdy but trembling he waits
wishful, hopeful, and weathering his storm, 
she parts her sea, red, like stolen kisses

a dream and life wait strong in the light of the bulbs, sun, and sparkling eyes
watching, searching, in the moment that seems to last for ever pass them by
to be wed and fed, kept and bred, nearly cheek to cheek they stand
to be knelt in front of friend and family, god and every other man
to be judged and loved, and forwardly helped through the good times and the bad
they bless the band that lay resting solidly shining on eachothers hand

Tree of Love

Love is the most common
Tree of devotion
And its' leaves' are 
tumbling down
It steams' from the mirage
And then dispense
At that time of ingestion
Falling,
Forwardly to the ground
And yes, their
Magnificence will be two-fold
To be blessed and
Bestowed upon within the
Govern domain of God
To the dear delight of
The Magisty,
The King

GF

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                     Fretfully Finding Fulsome
                     Frolicking Fellows Frantic For
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                     Full From Fallow Flavored Fancies
                     Fitting Free Falling Follies 
                     Fallaciously  Fanatically  Fuller
                     Fine Frocks Forwardly Flatly                
                     Forever Fatter Fettered Fools

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