Intimacy’s no guarantor of pleasure
~ Loneliness knows what to measure
this might only take a moment ~ but perhaps could last a trillion more
echoed cause to its consequence ~ you were always just my guarantor
By
David Kavanagh
From The Coal Mine …
Liars …
early prophets
of impending doom
(The New Room: February, 2024)
The Moment Shared
We often forget
wrapped up
in our own drama
— that everyone feels the same
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Circle Game
The purpose of war
is peace
The guarantor of peace
— is war
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Crucibles
Moss
hides the message
Whose altar
ascends
In joy’s
adulation
The pilgrimage
— ends
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)
I Bequeath Thee …
Birthing a memory
o’er future and past
To carry my words
inside others to last
Birthing a memory
o’er time and space
To those still unborn
— my welcoming grace
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Four Steps
Incinerate
all kindling that burns
Articulate
the knowledge that yearns
Reciprocate
before it’s your turn
Elucidate
— each lesson hard earned
(The New Room: February, 2024)
True Fortune
Good health is loaned
— but never owned
(Deamsleep: February, 2024)
My Guarantor: ’Never to get torn’
As it is continually worn:
A brush had had with Goring Horn
But not disfigured: A Hard Corn.
A Corduroy never the worse for wear,
Hard material spotting not a tear;
I’ve noticed: Every new morn
Often seeming The Reborn.
A Corduroy which did refuse
To drop me a lame excuse
For choosing to not gainfully last
And breathe its disappointing last…
A tough blue shirt of mine
I should be honoring with Spanish Wine.
Custodian of love
Holder of heart
Guardian of secrets
Catcher of dreams
Guarantor of trust
Protector of spirit
Defender of honour
Caregiver of soul
Guiding hand
Husband to me
Lighthouse Keeper
Money
The most preferred content of a bulging envelope
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.
Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades of Chiefs;
Motivator of wildfire ambitions!
Rooms widening for intuitions!
A guarantor of treasured privileges,
Has had people plucked from stagnant villages;
Money is a capital concern to all bursars,
As much, the singular obsession of grabbing misers
To whom making it is pretty hard,
Once with little, turns its fierce guard!
Not itself an edible
But makes each one saleable.
The reward to tune-singing piper,
His beads of perspiration, best wiper;
The trusted charmer of a woman
To nearly all her man says “Amen”
Premature stars planning to shine
from their burial grounds; They thought...
Social Media is the guarantor,
but actually quelling the quality of life over 'LIKES'!
The noose (an employee)
willing to hangout with them until the end.
A life’s Oscar winning award actor
with almost none, lining up as his fan
he’s void of a suitable guarantor
putting himself on the edge of trust’s ban
a free life pressed by a self made corset
as good name hides its hospitality
the next lines of deceit he’s always set
that’s his smooth life and ability
the mind and the heart join to form a cult
reasons of to hide or plot are the main
wows everyone to give nature the fault
emits this black smoke even with no gain
honesty’s bereft to be a widow
in a life which exists in short shadows.
Hateful words ring out, attacking,
Full of malice, piggybacking
On the wings of dire dogma that is narrow to the core.
And the people who are screeching
To the heavens, say their preaching
Is protected and reflected in the nation's guarantor:
'Free Speech'.
Words of hate are links of chains
That bind and burden freedom's gains;
Wrapped around a people's progress, dragging them into the mire.
Stunted in the mud encumbered,
Mankind's days are surely numbered;
Lest he can but break the bondage: to true liberty aspire -
FREE Speech!
Free all words from racist bent
To free ourselves from impairment.
For speech that is most truly free
Emancipates society.
February 29, 2016
There bloomed a field of flowers wild
across a meadow bare
fallen seeds from ravens beak
there traveled free of fare
Heavens tears washed their bed
then covered a blanket spun of sun
giving life to such fragile flowers
yet to life the winters come
Thin and sheer those sheets like glass
a pretentious lens on the past
much like innocence and a human soul
like ice they crack and adapt
Seasons ever change
and beauty washes away
Tis the artistry within the wild
the knowing it will never be the same
Oh yes, one day, they'll live again
they will seem even stronger than before
finding their moments bathed in tears
but their days in the sun no guarantor
Cruel winters shall never cease to come
vanishing colors first vibrant
just like the soul exponentially broken
ebbs it's passion and soon becomes silent
One must color the path they see
one must see the hues of their dreams
for the fare is no longer free of charge
nor the number of seasons we'll see
He will guide you in what to do
What to say
Where to be
You don’t even have to wonder
Of what your next step will be
The guardian, director, guarantor
He is
He will make sure
That you will do what he wants you to do
So it’s a fail-proof decree
You don’t need to worry
Whether you are doing what He wants
He will always get what He wants
We cannot do anything
That God does not want us to do
This is His world
And we belong to Him
To love, to shine
To honor
The One who puts us here
We don’t need to be tense
Troubled, uneasy, on edge
Over the minute details
He who takes care of everything
On this earth
Can He take care of you?
that indian, he ain't come to town
still, summer's started windin' down
you can feel it in the air some how
this season's seasoning, time to avow
do soldiers march with cadence strident?
as sure of battles outcomes provident
as time of Sol marches across the sky
another summer season spent, gone by
still, the warmth will linger a bit more
'til Earth's tilting a cooler guarantor
that winter will soon tag this autumn
and nights long flow slow as sorghum
quarterly, we divide our seasonal pie
to save and share and partake thereby
turning our waterwheel of milling time
to something fervent, meaningful, sublime
so, i fervently wish to take this opportune
today, to share this halcyon afternoon
with you alone, ok maybe a pet or two
i love this life, i love this day, i love you
© Goode Guy 2011-08-22
in the shop with hardware and bits of wood
can make almost any man feel useful, good
a screwdriver, a drill, some papered sand
away from day-to-day, simply out of demand
just tinkering around with piddling things
the easy satisfaction messin' 'round brings
no major renovation, or building earthworks
just little improvements, near anonymous perks
unsqueaking a hinge, maybe unstick a drawer
fittingly better is what tinkering's for
whether it's the thing of attention being repaired
or the man doing the labor, it's hard to declare
so too, it can be with words on page or a screen
to ensure understanding, say exactly what you mean
a glued letter, word oiled, or nailing a phrase
brings the writer satisfaction of all he surveys
so I continue to tinker a little bit more
on a few couplet lines, with no guarantor
that I'll illicit from you, oh diligent reader
understanding or joy, from this rambling meter
but that is a small sideline to most of my tinkers
it's time tinkering matters to meandering thinkers
© Goode Guy 2011-05-23
My Hearts Guarantor!
I love you
I swear I really do
The words are hard to say
But my actions show the way
The way I feel inside
Can be difficult to describe
For fear that love for me
In your heart may not reside
Quietly, my love for you grows
Until the day I can expose…
Expose what my heart truly feels
And break free of all these shields
So, patiently awaits the day
When those 3 words I can finally say
The day when fear is no more
And you’re my hearts GUARANTOR!
Lay
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.