You’re the tame auspiciously lurking in the still of my nightmares, frivolously evicting the static that haunts my memories, illuminating this frantic mind if even for a second.
Crippling the narrow minded ways in which I’ve become entrapped, a one way road futile in substance and willingness to succeed
The savior of superficiality aligning the monstrosity of a broken roar, promising problems putter to the likening of a minuscule oblivion
crabby crackpot craved credibility
draconian dilemma decreed deliberately
encouraging enthusiasm eventuality
feeling feckless and ferocious, frivolously
Golden
Coins of our lives
Frivolously spending
Not thinking about what matters
Till gone.
Love's vibes sneered at my sunken face
And bid me to hear, booming from the
Calling clouds, that what I had idealised about
Is in fact nothing else other than figments
Of my own imagination!
I breathed in my anguish
While the rising winds
Seemed to tell me
That I have now become a soul,
Who is free to roam in a world
Which can be beautiful
If lived with caution
But can be dangerous
If lived frivolously!
Fists clenched, I let the tears dry up
On my face and set my new destination
As the many lands found on the other side
Of the calm ocean's horizon!
And while roaming, I came across poets
Bearing the same mindset as I do,
All living to allow their inner oceans
To thrive in their freedom
And felt, at last, like I have hit home!
I have been roaming for quite a while
And I am overjoyed at the discovery
Of new cultures, new delicacies,
New savours, new dressing styles,
New forms of poetry and other writing styles,
New forms of arts, and even new forms
Of that power which we all call God!
And so far,
I regret not having been set free
And having been given the opportunity
To roam!
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elusive ethereal energy evades each extra entity
frivolously frolicking, fearlessly, forever flirty
gratefully gleaning gentle grievers’ gratitude
happy heavenly hopper hastens home
impulsive imaginings, intriguing, interested idealists
Walking out of church into the autumn morning
Among many this overwhelming feeling
There are no bad people, no addicts this day
Too beautiful and clean: the tall tree, the air, sky
Such a calmness descends
All seems well - no addictions
Not a day to spend frivolously
The gifts of God, generously
Given has sunk into all hearts
Thank you Mrs. Douman, fondly "TANIE NITA"
We were neighbors once, we shared plants
Your homegoing gave all a taste of heaven
And a mixed gathering in South Africa's NGK
Netherlands Gereformeende Kerk today
You, Shard of my broken understanding,
who are You?
You, Guide of my feet and tongue,
who are You?
Are you the cruelty of the old books?
Are you the chains of the new vanity?
Are you no more than cosmic residue looking at a mirror?
Are you judge or God? Are you the lover? Are you night?
Your voice drowns out my world. I listen to it. I heed it. I doubt it.
What frivolously profound words you utter!
What ridicule you deserve!
Still your laughter bellows like the sun. It haunts nothing but respect in me.
Although I cannot bring myself to know Your name, don't yield to me. Keep out of my reach. Make me claw at the stars and waters for lifetimes. Destroy me. Create me.
I will reach and touch the tongue that teases me so. I will kiss the lips of that laughter. I will drink of the tears of that loneliest god. I will ravish and be ravished. I will be One.
Wait not for I will find. Cry not, for I love.
Grandfather was up to the task
As everyone took off their mask
Shouted “it’s no disgrace”
To show all of your face
And offer a toast from your flask.
And the Naysayers said “this can’t be”
I’ve had the shots – one, two and three
I think it’s a trick
As I still got sick
I should have known that nothing is free.
And the dogs who thought people so sweet
Are now huddled below and beneath
The sofa and chair
Shaking with fear
For they just found out people have teeth.
We’ve removed the masks from our face
Now we’ll carry them just like our mace
In a pocket of fear
As people draw near
Well…because….you know, ….just in case.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2022
I constantly search for it
but it's enigmatical elusive,
hidden in a Mona Lisa smile.
Should I arm myself against self inflicted pains?
Camouflage my feelings with insouciant emotions?
For all my cirrhosis equivocal endeavors,
I manage only to forge a jealous rift,
until fragile truths bring sullen tears.
For God is love, and love is truth.
Had I misused it?
Is that why I can't find it now?
Yet they say that love is beautiful.
Where does true beauty lie?
All I find is veiled secrets,
thinly disguised behind mirthful masks
frivolously worn on carefree Valentine days.
Should in dire despair give up?
Living yet I’m not alive
Frivolously stupefied
Uncaring of myself and I
Nonchalantly undefined
I used to compete but there’s no glory
Victory always unrewarding
Someone would appeared before me
Dispossessing the importance
Progress would demoralise
Feeling bad after you’ve tried
All that effort was applied
Just to leave you dead inside
Punishments for doing well
Turning happy into hell
Flip success into a fail
how do you ever excel
Belittling what I achieve
Telling me about my failure
Eventually make me believe
I am nothing but a failure
Some mates have a bitter streak
Take you down when you succeed
Teaching you a winning streak
Is not something you ever need
Unprepared or unprotected
It doesn’t really matter now
care for myself is neglected
Life will only bring you down
Every time I’m motivated
Times that I’ve overachieved
I seem to be annihilated
Death will be my sweet relief
Who is he? Who is She? Who is me?
Questions so easily asked, but often frail and weak.
Today i was asked who am I and why?
I had no answer as my brain crashed and my mind fried.
Well you see I am me, Simply put i'm what you see.
I am so unique it would be an insult to label so frivolously
Reputation is something we work on till the day we die.
To expect me to explain when my actions speak aloud is a crime.
I suppose if i were to explain myself in order to entertain.
I'd keep my answer short simple and plain.
With my mind fried and an answer made harder than needed to be
Quietly i mutter I am my actions and the rest is a mystery.
Who am I, and what makes me, Me?
Well dont ask me, just watch and observe carefully.
Dumstruck - Dk
I am dumbstruck by the advent of invention
Not jut in science and technology but also in art and writing
For now I create and share poetry without even knowing
Poetry my first love
Art and craft my next
We are now in an era where time is flying
Good to know we have advanced so much
That malice and greed is no longer that much
Nations are helping
People are learning
Civilizations are changing
People are doing
It’s a good era to be born in
People are awakened to their own potential as human beings
I seldom remember times when we had no computer
Those were times when food and shelter were for go getters
Those fights are not anymore if you do it right
Enjoying the birth of invention
Is a privilege for very many
Let’s not waste them frivolously
Kissing
A brushing against one another
Of two pairs of lips
That some inner fire kindles
In their owners
Or simply their tongues
Gives inter-locking chances.
A contact quite in order
Between two bilabials obeying some tips
That no dignity dwindles
Nor Holy Moaners
Of the highest rungs
Offer a reason for war dances.
Kissing is a love-fuelling foreplay
For all lips save the hard-baked clay;
Roguishly good at ending a fray
And much awaited like juices on a tray.
A lot couples and partners miss,
When they frivolously forget to kiss;
With frequent releases of a hurting hiss
Enthroning a world of ***** bliss.
Kissing, shortly after an arrival,
Is the Best of Welcome
And ahead of a separating travel
The finest of farewells.
A summer sun shines steadily on such spicy scented scenery,
As forest fairies frolick frivolously amidst full greenery.
Birds butterflies bees and blooms waft blissfully beautiful,
Making more memorable magic, on the mad mornings so musical!
The wild wondrous whimsicality arises when none's watchful,
So there's no tangible testimony to these totally bashful.
However, historically hidden in the habitual jade habitat,
Fabled fairies frequent sun faceted forests secrets intact!
lurking ghostly
come the mist
hope meanders
in darkness
of frail dreams
while in the gardens
sundrenched colors
sway my mind
in leaps and bounds
where frolic butterflies
in endless flowered fields
precious time frivolously spent
wisely in the playground of my mind
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
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