Intolerant toward a flaw,
more oft than not, we quote the law
and so burn the witch at the stake,
whilst love weeps for love, for love’s sake,
that if we peep into our past,
at our conduct, we’ll be aghast
but when it comes to our own soul,
we call to God to make us whole,
with a gentle slap on our wrist,
letting us enjoy our life tryst
but right is right and wrong is wrong;
conceded yet take all along,
that at end of days, we may smile,
since love never goes out of style.
Categories:
index, introspection, love, spiritual,
Form: Lay
Centred in the heart,
tranquil eye nonjudgmental,
love is our sole emotion.
In this lucid dream,
even if it’s unreal,
our breath enriches the void.
Categories:
index, love, spiritual,
Form: Sedoka
Heat Index 111
Miracle Man
6/12/2022
Air has the feel of touching a griddle,
as if given birth by smoke and fire.
From a shady nook, thumbs I twiddle,
but for today, little more do I aspire.
Categories:
index, weather,
Form: Quatrain
wrote a poem across his back
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on July 11, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JULY 13 contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Posted on July 8, 2021
Categories:
index, romantic, sensual, sweet love,
Form: Monoku
M-eet the summer sun,
S-wim across the perfect pool,
N-o more cold windchill.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Categories:
index, birthday,
Form: Haiku
You gaze in wonder, at books of the library of thoughts,
With trepidation, of likes and loathes, to feed the minds’ draught,
An index, a reference section, never ever found,
Even in the hypnotic silence of the musky surrounds,
Your heart in shambles, realise it is unpaired,
Seeking for a rational index of souls to share,
Your perseverance was destined to no ones’ gain,
Up until you were hit by the drop of a rain,
Unrealised you posture, to the form of a mime,
Amidst the section of poetry’s’, endless rhyme,
With a mind bound, trained to build with bricks,
Imaginative poems was to provide your kicks,
Yet today you stand alone, in the surrounds of books,
Searching for your souls passion, in corners and nooks,
You are lucky, to be enabled, to function with hands,
Although in trance of stupor, by a psychotic mind-band,
As the chaotic lights, gleam, whizz, and pass you by,
You miss the expectant twinkle in the strangers’ eye,
Instead all that glare back, are books at hand,
Lost in your mind, without, an index band;
Categories:
index, analogy, confusion, deep, fear,
Form: Rhyme
the boy
the longbow
in the company of men
forests and stars
the stream of sighs part ii
the giving tree
the flight of an arrow
the fallen men
under the dying cloud
Categories:
index, adventure
Form: I do not know?