Music is my source of escape,
For when the night pours its sadness on me.
My heart resides in that place,
For when my thoughts starts bullying me.
Lent everyone my ear but never my secrets
When the world isn't here, there's no one to see it.
They think they know me but they are gullible,
To be deceived but I'm often quiet.
I'm stingy with my heart, she's in captivity,
At the watching hour, I gaze regrettably.
She wants to love but is unvalued,
For this cruel world, ingratiates to her.
Scheming of ways to keep her here,
Because I've learnt that no one really cares.
Categories:
ingratiates, sad,
Form: Rhyme
it’s not its striking unique slate of tones
as if vincent had risen from his century
long sleep
it is not nature’s rich hypnotic melodies
or the slim fingers of gusts touches our
very cores
stirs emotions in the coldest of humans or the
crackling sound under our new walking shoes
it is not the acorn berets chipmunks discard below
white oaks once they devour its scrumptious meat
not the wagon rides or the hot chocolates that
stamps its marker on children’s innocent faces
it’s not the bliss(greater than any gift) our kids
ingratiates us in displaying their unadulterated
love returned continuously and unconditionally
this adventure reminds us of our blessings
a welcomed little something beyond cities
however it’s not any one single happening
of this season which fills our hearts warm
it’s the multitude of many moments
the ones greater than any reality or
of all the fantasies found in dreams
deep within our fortresses built
it’s all the endearing memories
autumn leaves
armand~
Categories:
ingratiates, autumn, beauty, nature,
Form: Free verse
Of all existence, revered nebulae,
Thus through this sonnet, a proposed tribute,
From whence first seen, served to personify,
Confirmed heart resigned being absolute.
Once star, a major presence to being,
Alone dependent worlds, ingratiates,
Presently, a vast expanse as best seen,
A belt of towering steed, satiates.
Our cramped frame, paired to your fantastic realm,
Proportionately, grandeur to compare,
Leans on the unthinkable to fathom,
A just aim be a journey set to wear.
Sojourners souls lead to air a last flight,
In a pink pasture, horse waits for its knight.
Date: 06/13/2019
Categories:
ingratiates, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Sonnet
**A lesson offered by the poet in me I've seen,
The lee sides (leeward) of mountains are where the winds parts upwards,
And the warmth of the earthen mound, extends outward becomes trapped,
Within the grasps of escaping winds that lifts, carries its prisoners of air,
As the winds go beyond, the trapped air burst over the mound and holds,
Whispers they are part of the mound and choose to remain for a moment,
The brevity of time, the mound holds its vague strands that hovers tenderly,
Their embrace ingratiates eyes far below, for nature's love is for all to behold.
**last two images of where I live in Hilo, Hawaii of 50k residents and Mauna Kea (White Mountain--'snow capped') firstly clear skies and lastly one with the lenticular cloud above it.
Categories:
ingratiates, beautiful, education, imagery, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up. They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and a couple of lilac bushes, forcing them to die.
One has wound himself around my apple tree,
The apple has given up. She produced less than five apples this year.
Another is climbing precariously close to my largest oak tree.
These beautiful berry bushes are bullies, and I will have to do something about them.
Bully berry bushes, I think, renaming them, to give myself a bit of power.
Beautiful at first, but after they ingratiate themselves, fooling you completely with their prettiness
They strangle all other vegetation in their path, killing bushes and trees, and not caring a whit.
Sort of like a beautiful woman without a conscious, who ingratiates herself into a family,
Strangling it and killing it with her lack of integrity. A beautiful man can do it too, it is not always a woman.
Beautiful berry bushes, not unlike charismatic beautiful people with no conscious feelings for others.
I am looking for my chainsaw now. Best to cut the head off the snake, right?
Categories:
ingratiates, character, nature, perspective, pollution,
Form: Free verse
The wind creeps through my hair
and your scent ingratiates itself within me
I look at the sky
and i see your face in the clouds
The clouds
or my mind,
I'm not sure which
but you are still there
You are always there.
The heat strikes my back
and I feel you.
Touching me,
Holding me,
Kissing me
The light shines upon my face
and I sense your gaze
burning right through me
straight to my heart
Clear to my soul
This is your home,
For thats where I hold all of our memories together
I look around me
I'm surrounded by green
It reminds me of looking into your eyes
or being lost in moments of you
So easy to get lost
when I'm with you
So easy to forget where I am
when I'm thinking of you
My heart always yearns to be near you.
A bird flits by
and I think of tender words
fluttering past your lips.
I can hear them now
as the wind rushes past me,
and I miss you terribly.
The rain pelts down,
as I begin to cry.
Categories:
ingratiates, angst, devotion, introspection, love,
Form: I do not know?