Orun mu oru
Eni ba lo lomo
Eni ba bo lomo
We tend to light our fears in the presence of a designatory Pen ??
Cutting out our souls for a damage we couldn't comprehend
Having it believed we either see it finished on Horse we rode from a distance journey
Making it tend we will enjoy the presence of our beauty
The courtesy we demanded hasn't never left, we throw away the dignity and seek for a red ink
Shall we lose our faith?
Shall we have our faith?
Shalll we overcome our threats?
Shall we overcome our pains?
?????
A coat was cut for a king in a rough yard
Looks so excellence dwelling in powers while he's being at shame from a Grandmasters
Our pieces was a doom when we seek for the truth in lies we told
"Consistently Drying the flowers
Watery the stones
Praising the Woes".
Partying and throwing shades of laughter
Independently crying and seeing the light to beautiful abode
The horse got cut down
The smiles turns fears
The might took lose
Grieves set its standard and work like a Nightmare endorsing Dreams
Races upon races
Flowers upon flowers
Crys upon crys
The City Walls becomes the gate to home of no Return.
G-randmasters in chess
E-arnestly use the great mind,
R-aring to win games;
R-ealizing the next move,
Y-es, they devise strategies.
Topic: Birthday of Gerry Yap (April 4)
Form: Acrostic Tanka
The Grandmasters of Poetica
Make the mass of us look small;
While I can’t speak for thee and they
I gladly take the fall.
From goodness grace,
That unfathomable place
Where Emerson begins and ends;
Who among us from cradle to dust
Comes even close to catching
Him?
With all his disguises
And Whitman’s surprises
Each time I pick up and read:
Song of My Measure
Gives me so much pleasure
I’m humbled
Right down to my knees.
What atmosphere of Shakespeare
Quintessential quill undefined;
Confounds and shatters everything that matters
In the Human, make that Divine.
Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath
Dear ladies of love – sorrow - pain,
Frost in the woods and everything good
From Thoreau to Stephen Crane.
Why even tarry,
To merge or marry
Anyofourthoughtwordeeds?
Because love is of pleasure
And this writing endeavor
Is as human as eyes to see.
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