I said…
In time, when my hair has gone wispy and grey
When my youth like my hairline has scampered away
When my joints creak aloud any time that I move
When my musical taste isn’t quite in groove
Will you tolerate me whilst I idolise you
Will you still be my soulmate when these things are true
And then I said…
In time, when my tummy casts shade on my feet
When my teeth as a set are no longer complete
When I enter a room and I don’t recall why
When I can’t hear the TV unless it’s up high
When these things happen, when these things are true
Will you still want me… please answer me do
And she said…
Remember we stood with the rings we would give
We promised each other, “So long as we live”
How many times did our dotage occur to us
Well, it seems that in your case, the ‘When’ is superfluous
URGE OF MY SOUL:
I always feel some urge inside of myself,
Although I can't describe exactly how it's shelved.
It's supernatural and so great,
And it pushes me to walk with strong faith.
So I trust in the existence of this Sovereign God,
Who birth the universe with an accord.
Yet, my own eyes have never seen Him before,
Nothing stops me from getting God adored,
As my soul keeps singing these words to the creator as an applaud,
"The name Jehovah is so divine,
His Supremacy is totally everlasting.
All His creations prove He is really kind,
And He gives rest to they that are heavy laden.
In fact, He is the sage's utmost desire,
And in His goodness, I'm gracefully hidden.
So why should I idolise mere humans,
Whose ambitions are carnally planned,
Or why should I worship a graven image,
That would profit me nothing but gabbage?
It's only the fool who doubt Jehovah's existence,
But believe in unnecessary stuff beingness..."
Remember them good old day's that was fill with humour
Boy I tell you there were the best
Laughter was in the air like blooming flowers
I could say we had our bad times
But we always find our way no matter what be the situation
I ain't gonna lie I hated you at first
But the things I saw you do for family capture my eyes
People idolise you down to the bone
A great person you was no doubt about it
But every great person has greater enemy
When I had heard what happen
I doubted those words over and over
It hit me like a train you would not believe the pain
So young but yet so fantastic
We'll miss you forever
No amount of time could replace these feelings
I'll cherish what you taught me
And for sure carry on your will
For I could say you were gone so soon
Without a trace of warning
You left so much behind
May god guide your soul to heaven gates
As you watch over me from the sky
This is my cry now and forever
Rest in Peace
Arrogance of a Sporting God
Is it arrogance, that makes him so good,
Or being so good, that makes him arrogant.
Shirt off, chest out, displays egotistic swagger,
Pompous superiority, somewhat self-evident.
Can you idolise a man without humility?
Even if he’s pure genius, a sporting God.
With wealth and power verging on obscene,
Boots of Gold upon his feet are shod.
My life line is within poetry
until the end of time
despite the minute platform it has
it is the only platform the truth is stuck on
Until the end of time
poetry will expose pastors who judge
by trying to speak for god
instead of letting god speak through them
Until the end of time
poetry will be ignored
because people idolise rappers
and poetry in rap is dead
Until the end of time
ghetto children will be seen as criminalso
Because the people they idolise end up behind bars
Until the end of time
the president will proclaim his achievements and not address poverty
because his status is more important than poor people
Until then end of time
politicians will make empty promises for votes
and leave as like a player that got what he wanted
You hate men
You don’t wanna exist anymore
Men are all about the rage
And you are just like them, just like them
C'mon hit that weak woman
And then say that you hate yourself
I love you and you loved me sometimes
Without feeling, living your life day by day
You are just like my father
Just like all men
Please, come back again with a peace
My mother idolised my father
And now I idolise you like a little fool
You think you haven’t hurt me yet
And you won’t hurt me never
But venom is already going through my veins
I love you and you loved me sometimes
Without feeling, living your life day by day
You are just like my father
Just like all men
Please, come back again with a peace
Sometimes quiet is violent
Over thinking is a form of a fear
And there is always some madness in love
I love you and you loved me sometimes
Without feeling, living your life day by day
You are just like my father
Just like all men
Please, come back again with a peace
Christmas magic
Clinquant faces when bear a joyous glow,
Huge trees, jingle bells, colourful candles,
Revive last year's zest to see Christmas snow,
Illuminated houses and dreams of angels,
Singing carols, we dance to perfect grace,
Till essence of love attains its peak flair,
Magical white covers on trees embrace,
As silky pearl snowflakes float in the air,
Spreading across walkways, it touches soft,
Magnificent shine with brilliant sunrise,
As beaming kids slide, tumble and fly aloft,
Gala fest spirit comes as no surprise,
Idolise celebrating till twelfth night,
Chasing innocent dreams that sparkle bright !
Written Dec 19th, 2015
Sonnet acrostic in Iambic pentameter
For contest by Andrea
Awarded 11th place win
Hello! You there,
It's a pleasure,
To Read and care,
My words of treasure,
I feel you,
Taking it in,
Hopes in the new,
Start believing,
I see with your eyes,
I feel your presence,
Reading, Realised.
Interdependence.
We are connected,
By words across lands,
Destiny is fated,
Change in our hands,
Do not Idolise,
Simply spread,
Connection lies,
In hearts that's fed,
My emotions,
Found in you,
A Connection,
Real and true,
May we humble,
Be in kind,
Even when stumble,
Deaf or Blind,
Count on these,
Few words that care,
Thank you and please,
Spread love and share.
A crippling desire
Empty of meaning and depth
Hope of lasting fulfilment
That soon burns into soot
Aims for self importance
Though, that does not exist
And thoughts ceaselessly, craving nothing but
I want… I want… I want…
I want to be better than her
And also better than him
I want to have more than all of them
I require
I desire
I demand
Look at me
Idolise me
Am I not a godsend…?
It extorts one of reason
It smothers the inner shine
It dilutes intentions
Integrity starts to decline.
It makes the rich exploit the poor
The learned availing of the simple
The once was, a good friend
Ailing, without a cure!
Sleep deprivation,
Aggression,
Mood swings,
Depression,
Are only the beginning!
It is a deceitful word.
Why would want let you stumble?
When life is made to be simple!
Michael
A Promised Land
The Gods are powerful and we are weak
That is what the teachers teach
Insurmountable too high a peak
An image of something or someone that men and women can never reach
Idolise them and be humble not even to try to speak
A scandal all through the ages to keep people wanting to keep
The sword shed blood enough to shut the door on reason now suckle like a leech
Behold another problem that everybody has but only certain people can reach
Pay with your servitude and you may eat but only dare to dream one and each
You have taken from the table that will imprison you and your mind bleach
Forfeit your freedom for a promise that no one can ever give you and you will die and turn to dust in sleep
AS I LAY IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE GOLDEN
GRASSFIELDS OF
MOTHER NATURE
I ADMIRE THE CALMNESS
WITHIN MY SOUL
THE STIL, BUT
SOOTHING, WIND BLOWING
THROUGH THE TREES
KINDLY GREET THE
EMERALD GREEN LEAVES
THAT SEEM TO EMBRACE
THE WINDS ATMOSPHERE
THE BOASTFUL FLOWERS FLAUNT
THEIR MULTICOLORED PETALS
FOR ALL THOSE TO IDOLISE THEM
THE DISTANT MOUNTIAN TOPS
ARE COVERED IN PURE
WHITE SNOW – NOT EVEN
THE SUN DARES TO MELT ITS
FROZEN AND THICK INNOCENCE
THE SMALL TREE CRITTEERS
SCURRY AROUND TO AVOID
THE LETHAL TALON OF THE
BOLD EAGLE THAT SOARS
UBOVE THE SAPPHIRE SKY
BUT ONCE THE SUNSET
ARRIVES…
ALL THOSE WHO WERE
BOASTFUL, INNOCNET
AND BOLD...
SURRENDER THEIR
UNIQUE ABILITIES
TO SETTLE DOWN - AWATING
FOR THE PEACEFUL
NIGHT TO ARRIVE
MELISSA VERWEY (21)
Spiky red hair and those mismatched eyes,
throngs of your crazy young kids idolise.
Seventy-three, well now that was a year!
Watching and waiting for him to appear.
The face of rock with a lightning streak;
Top of the Pops and Pick of the Week.
Streets backed up halfway to Watford with cars
young people aching to hear about Mars.
Is there a Star Man up there in the sky?
Is the Lawman beating up the wrong guy?
Questions played out across varying ranges
where everything’s new, but nought ch-ch-changes.
Major Tom’s finally losing his grip,
cut off from the Earth and adrift in his ship;
The Jean Genie’s let go and just doesn’t care
for the poor little girl with the mousy-brown hair.
Are these the thoughts of Aladdin Sane?
Or is there far more to the shady refrain
than just the idea that one man, once a hero,
is left at the end on an all-time low?
Shrouded in strangeness, the story dies down
in the blink of the eye on the face of that clown
and the decades pass by, but still some of us are
hearing ol’ Ziggy Stardust playing that guitar...
There lay dew upon the lily
gone sour in the morning light;
carelessly an arm flung
over my breast,
hand soft against my heart,
feeling the beats, one per second.
Luminous digits flip on the clock,
two dots in the middle,
flash, counting down,
flash, colliding with the future,
flash, fading into the past,
flash, one per second.
Soft breath against my cheek,
alien and sleep heavy,
measured, exhaled with spent excitement,
laced with wine and cigarettes,
arousing, erotic, love blooms inch by inch,
one per second.
I own you in sleep,
take you in my mind,
idolise you in the first light of day,
want you and need you,
until your ghost eyelids flicker open,
foretelling empty sockets,
empty as my grieving womb;
the phantom moans and slow dissolves
and the seconds turn to stone...
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