Past the white horse
the high Road to take
Horse traders strapping
and preening for the day
A harem to conquer
ITs Babylon also bored
Cinderella for the day
shes a Queen in white lance
Impasses sealed in Gold
They cripple a course
Internal Mixtures
The Posh acylates
languish for the day
Categories:
impasses, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Arise o compatriot, Nigeria's call obey
To save her from going astray
Stand not aloof this is our Clarion call
Spread the news like you'll for a casting call
We're in for an urgent rescue mission
This isn't the time to debate religion
If we must forget about our crevasses
To have a great Nigeria without impasses
For this urgent call it's time to raise our voices
Nigeria is at the peak of many impasses
You've held many vigils to save her from attacks
In coming election let's make ourselves God's battle axe
Why would you want to sell your conscience
For those who only care about streaming in more affluence?
There's a time when silence is golden
Not this time that we should take our baton to save our barren
Categories:
impasses, political,
Form: Rhyme
When your heart pours forth in vulnerable vacillation
When the feeling in your voice brings fervor to fluctuation…
I am all ears to every word, like a prisoner inspired before becoming a saint,
Like the vision glossed in the artist’s eye just before he lays his brush to paint
I am your morning darkness lingering upon the open eye,
Sipping your emotions in the potent oceans of your sigh
Suddenly mess has meaning as your heart rewards your mind
With the vast impasses of your praise, bliss I ever find
How can I sleep this night when I adore you so?
Not enough this love have I let you know
That in so loving, there is worthiness of living
And in our glorious receiving, our hands together sculpt body of believing
Categories:
impasses, beauty, best friend, creation,
Form: Free verse
It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose
We, in principle, are made for each other,
To live our lives in exploration of one another,
To breathe into the depleted lungs,
To bite the lip long quivering,
To dress wounds as if they are your own
I speak of unity, and I speak of strength
I speak of daring yourself to know the ins and outs of my terrain
Passing all impasses of disdain, sorrow, failure, and unimaginable pain,
They marvel because we matter
You stay because you understand
You understand because I have long dreaded this moment
I have long missed your breaths,
And I have long lived your fears
I have touched the lips that speak so clear,
Wrapping your surfacing scars against the balm of synchronization
A most treacherous climb into the safety of your arms,
I anticipate the choice you make each and every day
You know I wait, because you and I were made that way
In turn, challenging the rest to discern what we have long understood
Categories:
impasses, change, destiny, devotion, growth,
Form: Free verse
Escaping the Clouds
by Odin Roark
Entering one's Now…
How long the traverse.
Mountainous obstacles
Seem not of our creation,
Yet rock hard impasses appear
Where clear path seemed obvious,
Now impassible.
The best laid plans
Swirl amidst the winds of challenge,
Icing our tenacity,
Whiting-out our vision,
Deafening our ears to resolve.
Made to stop,
We seek refuge.
Cower we must,
Time's weather independent
Unaware love's thermal core
Knows but limited defense.
Suffering assumes the time.
We fearfully give it,
Granting indecision
Until we satiate.
Sentience abides.
Patience its virtue.
The conscious
Somehow realize a clearing,
Both path and atmosphere
Reveal survival routes.
Bad weather lifts.
We often know not why.
A path reveals itself,
Accompanied by fixed ropes of trust.
Having exited the overcast,
We embrace our trailhead,
Willingly remove extra weight
No longer needed upon our shoulders.
Stripping to our nakedness
We ready the entering of one's Now,
That place where past and future
Are but interference to being with the moment.
Escape from clouds,
The engulfment we mostly create within.
Categories:
impasses, dedication,
Form: Free verse
This funny thing we come to know as life,
Both a blessing & a curse in darkness & in light.
Old men sending youngins to fight.
How hard does the goathead bite?
Is it truly out of mind when done out of sight?
The unseen shadows see what is not meant to be seen.
Carry on & take care
Merry songs are made to share
Do not quiver from the devil's stare;
It is not your burden to bare.
Against the odds, how well do you fare?
The one who quietly sobs...
How dare you try to compare?
Tears have your vision impared.
Emotional wrecks can be repaired.
Rise from the ashes.
The phoenix ablaze
From the matches
Stricken by the masses.
Put on your glasses
& look past
The clash of the classes.
Resilience in the face of impasses
Hold tight as it crashes
& thrashes
Against the fascists
Zionism plagues Jewish
& Palestinian pacifists.
Pay attention to the hacktivists.
Don't listen to televangelists.
Avoid both the blacklist & being a conformist.
Think for yourselves & free your mind.
Only then will you begin to delve
Into what you sought out to find.
Categories:
impasses, conflict, corruption, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Exiting the Clouds
Entering one's Now
How long the traverse
Mountainous obstacles
Seem not of our creation
Yet rock hard impasses appear
Where clear path seemed obvious
Now impassible
The best laid plans...
Swirl amidst the winds of challenge
Icing our tenacity
Whiting-out our vision
Deafening our ears to resolve
Made to stop
We seek refuge
Cower we must
Time's weather independent
Unaware love's thermal core
Knows but limited challenge
Suffering assumes the time
We fearfully give it
Granting indecision
Until we satiate
Sentience abides
Patience its virtue
The conscious
Somehow realize a clearing
Both path and atmosphere
Reveal survival routes
Ill weather lifts
We often know not why
A path reveals itself
Accompanied by fixed ropes of trust
Having exited the clouds
We embrace our trailhead
Willingly remove extra weight
No longer needed upon our shoulders
Stripping to our nakedness
We ready the entering of one's Now
Categories:
impasses, philosophy, weather,
Form: Free verse
Roots of brothers’ enmity
Days of thunder rise
When skin and classes
Did society divide
Into angry masses.
Disabilitating pride
Of prejudice impasses
Bursting into fire
Erasing crevasses.
A powerful dynamite
Abolishing classes
In fatal crossings like
Those of sea lasses*.
Fire raced worldwide
In tragic menaces
Destroying empires
For their trespasses.
World yet divided
Historical enmity clashes
Rooting in the first crime
Abel and Cain’s buried ashes.
By CarolineCécile
March 2007.
* Sea Lasses is a metaphor for cruise ships like the Titanic.
Categories:
impasses, sad, social, warmetaphor, sea,
Form: Quatrain
My city has refused me for ever.
It has refused to love me,
to help and care about me.
I hurry from the plane - to the plane,
from station - to station,
to darkness from darkness.
I run, tormenting myself with memories.
I run from troubles and fuss, and from myself.
I hurry and wind the bandages of streets on my soul.
but I find only paths into impasses and labyrinthes.
I must decide to shout or not to shout,
Now or then ...
...Fire burns in another's fireplace
And it heats that house -
not my house
Categories:
impasses, song-
Form: Lyric
Iconoclastic lots of marshiest beauty
Clenched sublime altruistic nature bore –
Morals indefatigably humbled, reasoning in bondage –
Bondage of the highest periphery
Blessings encountered in watered chaos.
Blocked nuts with scanty feelers,
Inducing mere bouts of euphoric impasses
Rarely a gift of fatherly nature.
Hay filled tubs called but heads
Preferably a misfortune
To their worthless masses.
Maevius a reader’s delight be
In the fumbling fold
Of this rowdy rendezvous.
More ore less classy oddities
On deferred pedestals
As lovely Mannequins
To display for sale.
Now Hyperion his burning sword behold
None to hear Triton’s call to arms.
Categories:
impasses, allegory,
Form: Classicism