I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. Thoughts of vengance blew it off course; I missed the target; So I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. It would have struck true, if not for addiction. I missed the target; Feeling unworthy but determined, I took another arrow, pulled back the bow with all my strength, and aimed it at the centre. This time I hit the target; By counting the arrows which lie on the ground, and the ones that hit the target, I saw my true level of progress; I was still a novice.
Whispers of my soul,
Guide me through this night,
A hidden diamond shines whole,
In this inner fight.
Light dances on my dreams,
Stars twinkle in my eyes,
The spirit gleams and beams,
As dawn begins to rise.
Will this day contain
All the magic of my prime
Though the old body remains
Can the brain reveal the rhyme
You ask me how to become great?
Allow me a moment to extrapolate.
Eliminate the things in your life that are fake.
What remains, your authentic self,
Will guide you to be yourself,
Which will reveal that you are great.
Whatever is great
Comes with a greater
Suffering
Not to torture you
But to nurture and structure you
For what's ahead, building your focus to face whatever comes your way.
What's nourishing
Replenish you
Not perish you
The nutrition of beans
Is different from that of indomie
Also the time duration for preparation
What's elevating always takes time.
Without pressure
No diamond
To fully live
It's to give it your all
So you don't fall
For what's not fulfilling
It's drilling; makes you crumble
Don't fumble just because of struggle.
Inspired by The Beatles song “Let It be”
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So Let It Be
When darkness of night shrouds my life
And I cannot sustain my strife
My inner light comes to rescue
For the path in life to pursue
Along the rightful road to walk
And the virtuous goal to stalk,
So let it be, so let it be,
The inner light as guide to me.
W-hat
I-f
L-ove
M-eets
A-nger,
P-olitely
A-nd
S-ilently
A-rranging
L-ife's
O-rder
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Wilma P. Nacinopa)
Well first of you have to be black
So if your not sorry about that
I guess you're just gonna have to be believed
I know for once your not included
How does it feel not to be the centre of attention
I guess it must be hard having white privilege
Oh and also being favoured
And no I'm not joking
Anyways back to the point
Black girls listen up
So what you are gonna need to is just open your mouth
Cause they don't like that
They'll call you violent
Kicker is they hate when your also silent
And use that as an excuse to discredit us
To dismiss us
They do this intentionally
So people won't believe us
I know
How scandalous
You're also gonna have to just exist
Yeah this one's gonna be the easiest
To accomplish
Us living apparently really hurts them
So they are probably gonna do everything
To make sure our voices are ignored by everyone
Because who is society going to believe
I'll give you a hint
The ones who have privilege
Sucks don't it
Well that's how you know you're doing something right
Cause remember we don't want to be believed
I mean it really is just that easy
Because when you're black
You're automatically not believed
Paint on a brush never dries,
for it's compulsion never dies.
A painting is never done, in an artist's eyes.
it's only left a-hanging, until others arise,
that sway away attention, to what's there besides.
Love like art, is never a game won, nor a goal.
It takes many touch ups to stop it growing cold.
For inattention is what's forsaken in love's lost soul.
When love's art is abandoned, it gathers dust and mold,
and never gets refreshed, with wet paint brushes, on hold.
For Angela Voras- Hills
As work inches along the highway you’ll
be standing next to a field the breeze a song only
you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember
life’s a song your life a collage of all the
experiences your heart holds such joy
to behold as the season passes as the
passing sun bleeds into the sky as the days
slip from your hands but that’s the way it goes
as your hold your sign as moments go by
and a voice in your head says it is so
now an open road as a car rushes by fast.
You’ll only remember the joy the days go by so fast.
a line from a poem by Angela Voras-Hills.
the silver birch
it likes to hide
so as you search
at eventide
you find it there with many friends
playing poker through the night
the common oak
a wise old man
an aging folk
since time began
grandfathers of the forest they
speak myth and folklore when they can
the sycamore
with helicopter seeds
sets out its store
among the weeds
then grows to be big and strong
from people’s picnics on which it feeds
the horse chestnut
is the conker tree
the children’s favourite
but too spikey
until they are ready later on
and why kids were late home for tea
the yew
is old
and grew
so slow
its age is in millennia
and battles from the archer’s bow
the hawthorn
its blossom white
and at dawn
as if it snowed all night
then all too soon the white has gone
a desperate case of bad stage fright
the conifer
fir, spruce and pine
a regular
likes mead and wine
to keep it warm in winter then
comes into homes at Christmas time
I gave my all,
only to be unseen.
Numb.
Broken.
Another man told to "carry it."
But I'm done pretending.
I hurt.
I matter.
And even if no one hears me
I hear me.
I say
rhyme to go
esp abba
but a nay
to
wrap-a-round
it disrupts the flow
not visually conducive
to read
digitally
or otherwise!
&
..thus
another no-no
the 'syllablics
pantoum
acrostic,kyrielle
terzanelle & villanelle
as learning scales
are fine
but
in reality
a mathematical
mechanical line
So what to do
perhaps
shape emagi
or
imagist
Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,
footle & hiku
better yet
an
& ekphrasis
just saying
to
help
all of you
A-lmighty's
R-ighteousness
N-icely
O-pens
L-ife's
D-irection
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Arnold Ecal)
You reached that age, that time in your life
The fork in the road, you must think twice.
What to do, go left and go, go, go
Or got to the right and take it slow
You made your choice, head that way.
Memory kicks in, remember back in the day
Hands on your head you turn around
Listen closely but you hear no sound
Look at the sky, cup your ears
Hoping his voice you soon will hear
Dear Lord you pray, guide my way
Please don’t let me choose wrong today
God
Give yourself over to
God. He will
Guide your footsteps through
Good times and bad. His
Grace is sufficient for ridding us of our
Guilt and sin and
Giving us peace of mind.
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