For the forty 3rd attempt
Of incline
A forty 3rd question unanswered
Los Angeles requires an accomplishment
As yet the roofs of wealth choir no challenge
Stilled in self wonder the share constants
Water and health in abundance, again
This execution remembers every faculty
Partners and sermons
Cost and boss
The build of document to spend
Little shadows of Washington fend
The framers of a Los Angeles hard at work
During war time
Without end
Preparing the give
Ready for another attack
That steal refuses its sound
Prefer of the city and cities charity
Suggest of intonation
None strate to the cause
America in Los Angeles only lensing past tense
Encampments of abandon
In a day of labor, no notes
No reservation
No surplus
You're my focus all the time
You're the ink in the design
Your's the name inside the vine
Hoping one day they combine
You're the grape that makes the wine
You're the purest gold so fine
You're the pencil, make a line
Then draw your heart on top of mine
You're the polish, how you shine!
You're the neon in the sign
Your menu towards which I incline
On you a feast, I'm fit to dine
Eclectic Notions on A Sunbeam
I cannot see inside your mind unless it’s telescopic
On bended knee it rains sublime with the next contentious topic
I’m rendered please into decline as I am incline to stop it
Befriended a line of enchanted rhyme to retreat from the myopic
Auspicious arguments that have no point or vision
Vicious bargains that consort to continue upon their mission
Superstitious monuments that distort the acquisition
Pernicious paradigms for high concept mimes that refute the inquisition
Social intimidation before you’ve even left the house
Perocial lamentations leave you quiet as a mouse
Antisocial inclinations at the introverted house
Precocial salutations that leave me wanting to renounce
Perspectives on the global scene bereft of accuracy or intention
Detectives of the broken dreams wishing upon the next invention
Reflective thoughts before the scream to bequeath an intercession
Eclectic notions on a sunbeam underneath my last confession
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Look at the stars how they shine for you and I
better learn to appreciate them before we die !
See the banquet of beauty God has created
feast your eyes on it and you will feel elated;
Dappled in light heaven is our Sacred Window
absorb its secret as if you were a leaning willow
Incline your ear and listen for a soulflul whisper
God has always been a generous tipper;
Shine baby shine right where you are
its always more peaceful up close to a star
Drink the stardust of the moment
be the rhapsody song of His cajolement
Look at the stars how they shine for you and I ,
better learn to appreciate them , before you die !
All morning thoughts, to paper, aren’t meant to be,
many are reserved for future time or day.
So some, will rest like leaves fallen from a tree,
thereby to hibernate and slowly decay.
But a few will incline to serve God’s intent,
those whisper to me from deep within my heart.
Oft times its an avenue for me to vent,
but to be God’s witness I’ve been set apart.
Words have meaning to impart,
When "she reassured me with an unfamiliar line"
I knew that soon our hearts would part
As words show the heart's incline
Sometimes you have to read between the lines
To discern what's being said
Then you'll see the sign
and the deceit you're being fed
As the sun begins to set
Memories flash across my mind
Her words do linger yet
With echoes of her unfamiliar line
A Kamikaze peddler
Who follows his nose
fluorescent green Lycra
A middle finger he shows
Slower than a snail
As wide as truck
Forget the highway code
He pushes his luck.
Side by side they pedal
Three or four deep
Then they become violent
If you give them a beep
They own the road
and there’s no mistake
Zip through red lights
No prisoners they take
Danger personified
Full speed ahead
And then they wonder
Why motorists see red.
The bike’s abandoned
He washes his hands
Peels off his Lycra
He’s got urgent plans
Jumps in his car
To go somewhere fast
A slight incline
He just can’t pass
In front is a pedlar
And It’s Karma at last.
David Cox 11/05/25
By: Khomotso Makitla
Dear loved one, It’s me your UNREQUITED LOVER.
In hope I hoped that this day never unveil.
As your WHISPERS still roam free in brain, whispers
and hisses of broken promises.
I nearly fumbled to open my heart once more,
But I once trembled on your mountain of lies.
Stone by stone I was there but there I was not,
Piles of those stones turned into a mountain and far i was pushed.
That mountain’s shadow tinted my heart,
For my heart is dark still, and I thought I was tough like steel.
But you’ve shown how easy it is to steal, once vital organ,
And turn it into a hard and cold object.
But I watched as your mountain of lies Mounts and the colder you become.
The shoulder to cry on, turned into the shoulder that made me cry on,
Never believed in cruelty, but that was my reality.
Surely I didn’t believe that rubbles of stones can incline into this shade of,
Darkness, that blind folded me from seeing the majestic hill up front.
That why I like to say fool me once, and like ancient Artifacts you will,
Be the thing of the past. ©?
Diagonal Dory lived on an incline
She detested hearts, circles or a straight line.
Her name was perfect, exceptionally fine.
She served all of her food in a zigzag line.
There was a great incline of stone, weathered
amongst the sparsely green valley
whose feet lay at the door of a thatched cottage
and whose head I was treading over now.
A fair stream, no wider than a meter,
had had its pulse dried up by the sun
leaving moss strewn on florid rocky deposits,
ran down the length of the valley
transforming eventually into a river that
sent the local watermills cartwheeling
like ecstatic gymnasts.
In one stride I was over,
hopping onto a small ledge
and (rather regrettably) crushing its treasured plant
underfoot.
Springing upwards, I skirted the boundary of the valley
rising doggedly above the craggy edge
and there, waiting in all its recklessness
was the wind.
Weary Is My Mind
I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always
That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest
Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids
There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once,
never again.
Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse
She runs screaming, yelping in madness as her body falls dead
Once I thought I knew, but as fate would incline
The truth would be only a weapon and shield–vulnerable. . .
never again.
The prating sound squawks as death marks before her squalid breathy voice
Her pupils' contract like a viper’s hint at prey, pouncing, and then devouring
The blood is left spattering and spurting among my grey, hollow walls
Only her wedded can clean out the muck as I have given up,
never again.
Coiling around me with her slippery scales, the precipice of my demise
The sword and the shield once though best, were only cardboard copies
My soul is shattered, and my will is blank, giving into her sweet, nectary venom
The forefront of my being is gone. . . crushed under a blanket of rue
For Weary Is My Mind
My days are vibrant, for your love I own,
Like twinkling stars, your touch makes my heart shine.
In my heart, your love continues to grow.
Rather than whine, my lips to wine incline,
My heart now sings, no more weighed down by groan.
My joy extends from dawn past twilight’s glow.
Doubt fades away; love lifts me from below.
Losing your love—my heart would break and pine.
Why won’t I worship you, my heart your throne?
I had a little heart attack
It really hurt like hell
Have gone to hearth and home of kin
Untill such time as well
In quiet peace I meditate
On choices I have made
That brought me to this leg of life
A juncture never bade
A good friend on this platform
On comment did forwarn
I wish that I had took to heart(no pun intended)
When he first sound the horn
Instead I thought no never me
No way it could apply
Timothy you tried my friend
On your council I Should have rely
All's not lost Just a major reboot
The doc here says I'll be better than ever
Already I have more energy
Than I can recall whenever
So........ Handle your stress
Your diet address ,check out a doctor Ford Brewer
Unless you want to find yourself
In the midst of a health crisis sewer
All my best,keep me in your prayers
as all of you are in mine
Untill then be smart,and safe
Sage advice may your ears incline
It’s a lovely winter’s day, isn’t it
Gotta spend it the same way as I did
Yesterday and days before, what a thrill
Hope to find today some more time to kill
Off I go, with some money to burn
To the Spar and back again to my home
Got a little celebration to throw
Put some music now I don’t feel alone
Honegger’s 4th, why not, just for fun
Then I may incline to Band on the Run
Then it can be Free, or Bad Company
Something that is much admired by me
Wine and music, watchers films on youtube
Seaside towns, with narration on mute
That’s my day, and yours might be quite the same
Play it loud, before the night ends the game.
NOTE:This is my dynamic paraphrased translation into English of one of the 6227020800 possible variation on this sonnet 41 to illustrate what Kuhlmann intended .The complete 50 sonnets (in old German script )are available ISBN 3484160195 .
HEAVENLY KISSES a sonnet
(a changing life)
At NIGHT, fog, frost, Torment&Worry
Next DAY, snow, lightning, Fire &Distress
From GRIEF, angst, sorrow, Disgrace,Ridicule
With JOY, ease, wins, Constant Day
The MOON, smoke, flame, Ox and Wagon
Love's LIGHT, floods,field, Knowledge is Sustenancd
Our OBJECTIVE human,travail, Faith and God
PURPOSED, prize,promise, &Thankfulness
What is GOOD,right,positive,do Mention
CULTIVATE,earth, floods, to AVOID
Sans COURAGE, praise, soul, be APART
With FEAR, lies, strife, soon Reigns
Everything changes:Everyone loves:We, all ,incline to hate;
We ,who meditate these Words,understand the human state
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