Turned my chili, made from my
Homegrown heirloom tomatoes
Into Cincinnati 3-way chili with
Reggiano cheese, happened to
Look out my deck & captured the
Sundown reflecting off my
Red pine inches from my reach!
Understanding how grateful I am
For nature's beauty my eyes behold
Tho partially blind from my stroke
Straight ahead was not hampered!
Filling me with God's Grace!
Is contetment merly an illusion
Something which l will never obtain
Still l am trying to find some solusion
To what l feel the heartache and pain
If l could come to any such conclusion
Seems like l am forever racking my brain
Just to have some feelings of absolusion
Though still admist thy emotional strain
Clairty hampered by meaningless intrusion
At these times not always so easy to retain
When ever l am in this state of confusion
My thoughts now like a run away train
2020 1997 originaly written part one of two a state of mind 2004
.
'tiz hampered
twixt'd
ooooh thuh storiez
each mine duke's digits
would
'pon slip
spill
each their own
tome
e.g.
i reach'd 'low
whence 'witch'd
warm
(((shnap)))
thus thuh
bard born'd
were
this way
Urge for Loyalty in service
The fealty Of taking badge pride
Vest no cunning brigade aegis
Fits in thE atmosphere of a better slide
Length of great passion
The wOrth of hampered green
Host the Voyagers wit caution
Gist thE sail save wave's careen
The center Lead of vaults
The crease mime lOgo of chime
Standing still against inactiVity waltz's blame
To aiding thE earth's issuing assaults
The pace of Lasting bond
The fear Of children's want
Stage aboVe the stake of tricky end
To wEigh the comely oath savant
There is no curse for the Least
There is nO cuss in adultery
Self loss accustomed drunk's saVory
But a no go loosE for liars amidst
Thou hath boLdness emit on earth
Averse nOthing opaque bearing the cross
To peace seeking doVe's directories' worth
Boosting Eon's hope crosswise
Whichever is it
Nothing worth more
Only love and love hit
Situating outward cares cum bore
When on mother earth you fall
Pass off no hatred
Cry all you can but stand tall
Above darkness influences that can be afforded
Damn it the planet’s on fire
Concerning..right down to the wire
Burning on its funeral pyre spire
I’m for turning.. where’s the messiah?
A heavenly choir…so we can aspire
That learning will finally inspire
An endless yearning desire
Of spurning this friendless quagmire
Discerning things are rather dire
Churning of the palaver and ire
Mother nature does surely tire
Should be the crier & trier
Of another returning frequent flyer
Corporate pariah..or so called high flier
Deranged global warming denier
You can tell its hotter...getting dryer
The climate’s changed.. you liar
Mining anything shining..find a buyer
All about earning..will just retire
With their bounty…a comfy county squire
Or dicey fiscal rascal friar
Got devious egregious previous & prior
Pampered dining on pricey lobster & samphire
Us out of luck..stuck in the muck & mire
Tampered temperatures soaring higher
But no ruck ..chuck the entire earth in the fryer
They’ve scampered…we’re hampered in the briar
Does appall …no truck with their gall…yet remain a complier
Insane what they pluck.. yet we all still call them “Sire”
the whispers were barely perceptible
there was scuffling and shuffling
were ghosts up here then?
I took a peek expecting to see people
there was a steampunk like robot facing the door
his eyes were made of hubcaps and he had coils for legs
who made this? And when? It was curious to me.
I halfway expected this robot to move.
there was a brocade tapestry hanging behind the robot.
dark in color, scarlet or deep forest green, impossible to say.
the threads could have been gold.
Wait, it might have been an old velvet crazy quilt.
The darkness of the room hampered me getting it right.
I saw a hobby horse, leaning against a two-seated couch.
One of those crazy ones where you faced each other.
Who lived in this place? I was thinking Jules Verne.
Or Poe. Or a Victorian miscreant. This is a strange place.
a creepy place. there was a stuffed raven in the corner.
With yellow glass eyes.
Definitely Poe.
Like Moses in the desert, I have wandered.
My destination nowhere in my sight.
I’m searching for the joy I have been promised
But hampered by the seeming lack of light.
Like Icarus of old, I am a pris’ner.
I’m chained here to the ground by gravity,
And haunted by the things I can’t accomplish,
The dreams of places I will never be.
Like Samson, I’ve felt utterly defeated.
It’s hard to trust that there’s a higher plan.
I fear giving in to mediocrity.
That where I’ll always be is where I am.
Like Hercules, I’ve had my many labors.
I’ve known my share of failure and success.
So many tests still waiting in my future,
And many miles to go before I rest.
Like everybody else, I have been wounded,
But deep down I am proud of every scar.
For each one tells me I am making progress
Although it seems I haven’t traveled far…
But there’s nothing else to do but move forward, step by step.
So, hand over hand I will climb.
I know it’s true that I may never reach my horizon
But I can leave where I am behind.
All it takes is effort and some time.
Written: June 5th, 2024, For Jay Narain Contest
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Your smile awestruck me every morning,
Truly ambrosian and quiddity display style.
Your ariose image is rife in my dreams,
As optimism rises, I wake up with beams.
You could be the one, I didn't love enough,
There was a juncture in, I treated you rough.
Girl, if I beshrew you feel odious, I was blind,
If I crestfallen you, you're often on my mind.
You induce me to dare my worries and fears,
I will support you in your anguish and tears.
All I sense for you is beyond what I may show,
You are precious to me; I wish that you know.
I didn't descry you those lonesome times,
It is a delight to have you; you are sublime.
My thoughts of you hampered my tries to rest,
The warmth of your kindness swells my chest.
Whatever transpires, I will be devout to you,
My briny goal is always you, and I will pursue.
Allow me to win your quintessence one final time,
I often relate to you; I've never had time to dime.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Let my action be of choice and have the absence of necessity to liberate my mind from slavery.
Produce the quality of good state in me.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Give me a home with ease and produce the quality of being free from care.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Produce words of openness and outspokenness without improper familiarities.
Help me be bold and to act without compulsion.
Help me to apply a total absence of restraint to not be hampered or frustrated.
Produce the impossible to help my body jump off the frame and land in my wild imagination.
Help me transcend the laws of basic physics, to hop around in time and space and to skip from one dimension to the next.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Help me to have choice and to hop from dimension to dimension.
Liberate me from restraint or compulsion.
Help me to have my blood hum with a hint of you.
Free me from myself and set my soul on fire
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Put 'em down and o'er to the side
In them, your feet can no longer reside
Old, hampered, and worn out are these dusties
You wash 'em constantly but they're still stale and musty
Old dusties just don't look good any more...
So dusty, and the soles you deplore
Old dusties just don't feel good...
Got you walking hunched over and looking misunderstood
Old dusties don't even wear well...
But you're walking in a new direction with a new story to tell
So put 'em down and o'er to the side and out the way
You have a new and it's time to walk in anew with no delay
heart is its own enemy when pursuing truth,
it is hampered by compassion and wily doubt,
adapts the events to suit its own narrative,
in its journey from birth to its final last beat,
cannot tell the thief from the saviour and the saint,
wisdom may know, but the heart lives and dies a child!
Premier contest winner 2
Bite size poem 74 poetry contest
Line Gauthier sponsored
written 20/10/2023
12 syllables each line
free verse
ISOLATION
awareness
disguised
&
fragmented
the
diverse
hampered
by
stigma
a
cold
spectacle
penetrates
extracting
the
essence
reserving
visual
delights
to
imbibe
the
grandiose
with
contraint
awaken in the vine
casting lot for a pick
for a gracious luck
scattered on spiky pines
of roses, of tulip, and of more
pick a lock of hearts
of deuces stack
shuffling decks of paltry picks
when only aces counts
piece by piece
settling in for the race
a stag in a horse race
hampered and broken
an adventure of cascading dreams..
The schism is forgotten on this day.
Our insanity is hurried by the sun's sway.
We stroll on the rocks without a coast.
Clouds hurriedly come into view impost.
When it rains, it soaks up onto the sidewalk.
Passion is what gives us the capacity to talk.
Our emotions are hampered by your ooze.
We'll be way up that hill while you snooze.
Written: January 31, 2023
With a lot in life tampered,
With as much in it hampered;
For it there’s a recorder,
For in life, here, there’s order
2023
And it seems folks would be free,
I mean: crazily so free
As to attack a close tree:
More intake of cannabies,
Guys barking you’d think Rabies,
A man seize by the collar,
Because one saw his dollar;
Refusal to release “sorry”,
Yet one heard the pillory,
Open requests for secret fun
And, there, wanting the act done…
Litigants in a hurry
To with judge favour curry,
U.S. still leading peace talks,
On Earth more unsafe night walks:
Not much in my Nigeria:
Some steps away from The Rear,…
Happily in Africa
More released second-hand car:
A new wish to keep my beard
Matching the New Trends stark weird.
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