entrusted
unto that silent nature
of an abandoned soul
has her presence revealed
with each passing shade
that forgiving ivory
of coarsing need-
how might one approach
such an unrivaled mystery
that they might assume
it's bounty beyond the point
of envy-
fearing not the chaos incited
that they might be entwined
coveting the same interest
they've hungered for
Mandeville
in delicate domain
of latticed life
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky
sanguine
hermit horizon
shimmers sensibility
in paled passion
incited perception
dawned
illumines insight
radiant
on convoluted contours
of dismantled dream
adrift
whirlpool of pining
swivels in intrinsic stream
arcane mindscape
marooned
recedes unperceived
into twilight obscurity
ordained
final flow
of terminal notion
through insipid channel
on platitude plateau
obscure
constructs conduit
for contemplation current
destined for
integral fusion
with supreme sea
absolute
the end embraces
sublime serenity
reflective
psyche suffused
with sunset spectrum
fading
designs desire
derelict
entrenched in
perpetuity illusion
innate
embeds eternal efflux
in enlightened soul
sailing implicitly
to bay of bliss
buoyantly
In the mere blink of a nightmare, I found myself rechained
and trapped where my peace of mind had once before
collapsed.
The die has been cast, an old challenge from the past, one
I thought long ago smashed, has incited another battle and
painfully thrashed my peace of mind like collateral damage
to aloofly leave behind.
It’s twenty-seven years later, and I’m altogether strength-wise
lesser for this matter. I’ve got mighty prayers but the sum-total
of tassels for the best in life have battered and frayed my energy.
It is retired and at rest, not lying in wait for another day or test.
Now, I’ve no choice but to fake it, declare it is just hiding and
there’s no abiding such when it's time for fighting.
I know I screamed denial, felt a heavy weight disintegrate all
to black. I remember holding him, sharing a crying jag while
watching my peace of mind pack.
My very heart, my special needs son, now full grown and still
at home, woke me in the night in a state of fright, “Mama, I
think I just had a seizure.” The next day came four more and
my peace of mind took its suitcase out the door.
Forgive me if my love seemed less
( An apology to myself )
Forgive me if my love seemed less
when you were fading into the dark,
If I couldn't grasp your hand as shadows pulled you far apart.
When you drowned in bittersweet memories, lost in the endless blue,
I longed to save you, but my arms couldn't reach you.
Forgive me if my love seemed less
when you're doused with intrusive thoughts and let 'em win
possessed by your introvertness you couldn't even walk around
when you're bashful I couldn't make smart enough to accept
for who you're, what you do and how you do
Forgive me if my love seemed less
when your altruistic nature was questioned and I gaslighted you
persuading you to have sleepless nights and turning the tables
I know you're at your best place but I incited you to work more
to be the best among all 'cause you're never like them !
One shade below hot pink crazy
lies the hue of the unreformed;
Sly malcontents always performed
One shade below hot pink crazy;
Instructions on living wildly
incited a shift when they swarmed;
One shade below hot pink crazy
lies the hue of the unreformed.
‘Tis the season for a convention
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Fear and angst and apprehension
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Will the protests turn to riots
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
How to keep those loonies quiet
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
What if there’s an assassination
Fa-la-la-la-la-la la-la-la
I hope it’s just my imagination
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
Maybe it’s something I just ate
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
But it sure feels just like ‘68!
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la
___________________________
DNC = Democratic Party National
Convention, in Chicago this week
'68 = 1968 DNC that erupted into
what the media termed a 'police
riot,' incited by hordes of uncouth,
unkempt hippie and yippie pro-
testors.
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the 'soup'(michelle faulkner) incited this write;
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Should he justify himself
for his revengefulness,
which was the outcome
of a well-delivered response?
How bitter is the farewell to youth...
when one is close to scary death!
He wished that the portrait
on the wooden shelf
remained sparkless...
dusted by caring hands!
He wanted to be invincible,
although he seemed feeble;
the pedophile threatened and laughed
and menacingly incited a violent fight,
he was waiting for her father to tremble:
then a bullet ended his worthless life!
Silence dominated the silent street,
shadows hid his body covered with blood!
The red-headed girl was barely ten,
naked were her tender breasts;
" My daughter did not deserve this, "
she was murdered at the hands
of a killer, now she lies in an open coffin! "
May the judge keep me off the prison bars!"
If I'm never able to kiss you again
Our souls are forever united
Never again will our sweet love stray
A burning desire you've incited
It hurts so badly, it's indescribable
Want to feel this thrill forever
Your tender and sweet young body
With me in every endeavour
The thrill will assuredly be too much
To contain my raging desires
My heart, my soul, my entire being
Is ignited in a raging fire
How else to explain my lack of interest
In all thing mundane and normal
There isn't anything normal about you
You're exquisite beauty is above all
Vargas pin up girls of the thirties
intrigued us, delighted us, incited us
then along came Barbie, reinforcing
that women are beautiful,
almost as delightful as the automobiles they sell
After the greedily laden cirrus' lighten their loads,
a dog day returns to our suburban sanctuary.
As the mercury ascends like a climber captured in a glass tube,
the heath's heady aromas revoke our remorse.
Tangled brier and spiky scrub emit their balm:
a conspicuously redolent cocktail of coconut and cabbage.
Backlit baubles of liquid sunshine dazzle the view,
while defying gravity on their barbed roosts.
Suspended above the sodden, verdant heath, like an ethereal spirit,
another cloud hangs low, as if a subterranean lava lake -
once dormant - has been aroused from its viscous langour.
The transient torrent which incited the tribes to take refuge -
now passed - invites its flock to flood back onto the pasture.
You're awesome to read,
For all to say not to be greed.
Enriched with emotions and feel,
Bring the inspirational zeal.
Teach us unity in diversity,
Even about film's creativity.
Comedy, tragedy and fantasy
Blended in tons of quality.
Grammar, glamour and humanity
Incited on environmental generousity.
Discourses as the methodology
To deal with the child's ideology.
Teacher as the sculptor of scripture
Carving the citizens of Indian structure
Just thanks cannot be complete
But to learn a bit of English.
'Our world through English'
My English tension to vanish.
Cold cobalt skies unfold their lanky limbs
The sovereign land awakes in zealous time
Where low mesquites abide the feral winds
Defiant blooms the lupine in its prime
Rainbugs dot the earth in velvet red
Ant lions quietly lurk in lethal lairs
Dirt daubers cast organ pipes overhead
Mockingbirds merrily try out their airs
Scissor-tailed flycatchers' semaphores flash
Silent songbirds seem incited to sing
The wispy wraith of Winter whispers past
And harbingers heady heralds of Spring
Petrichor, the smell of rain on dry ground!
Bluebonnets, the sweetest sight to be found!
Here come the Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns
They have turned the USA upside down with their funs.
An insurrection incited by a US President and his sons
Is only part of the agenda of the Trumpliguns.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They have a TV show that distorts facts for funs.
Fake news is okay as long as it is on that station.
I am in a school, so not telling my location.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
Money means more than the lives of daughters or sons.
The Trumpliguns The Trumpliguns.
They will kill us all before they are done.
But it will be okay as long as the senators get their money.
It is all about wealth, don’t you know, Honey?
And fraud, corruption, and talking about pussies too.
Is just something we Trumpliguns often do.
The recruiting poster incited little Lee.
He could barely wait to shove out to sea.
His cousin joined too, because joining was free.
The recruiter told them how rich they could be.
Grandma McGee got a long switch off a sycamore tree.
She went after that cagey recruiter who started to flee.
He was terrified of this woman who swung a switch like a he.
But he stopped recruiting young men from the Family McGee.
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