If I had my hammer the blows truly and swiftly would land.
Bereft of implement overlong and injurious my task.
The deed, parting and depriving me of it, from your need or greed?
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience—
Humbled, childish human in need.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Along gravel tracks, who's pitied
Our paucity injurious.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience.
The lonely shadow aside from the worldly poles
Wrenching like an unhidden find to hold
And the horrible ink of dreadful poison swiftly mold
Eyes were injurious red like a bleeding bed
Thoughts of frightful threads wrap
and rashly roll the clutching traps
Shadow envelopes like a black door
Tears were tip and tapped one after more
Shadow of shades deeply shallows
Only the gist of suffering and melting melodies
Are fluttering over the sleuth of emotion
God knows the happening in cores of motion
Sometimes, a burial bleed on the surface
Lips bewail like a snubbing scroll
And silence echoes in the cavernous hell
All Alone in the stiff stage of sicks to bell.
Grandson Gideon’s three
and he takes after me:
a truth that is sometimes quite hard.
Just last night after dinner,
he pulled a real winner,
decided to poop in the yard.
It’s easy to laugh,
but he needed a bath,
and he hadn’t a fresh change of clothes
So things got a bit squirrely,
and the family left early,
but with kids, sometimes that’s how it goes.
Now the dogs are real curious
‘Bout the not-too-injurious
assault on the plants in the bed.
So we’ll give a wide steer
till rain washes things clear,
and about that, no more need be said.
Hungarious herbanamed hairchinned humanoid!
This tungstanesk triumph – to some thanatoid…
Mathematicos marvel: mention “nontotiet!”
But Basil-based bullters bothered? Outbleat???
For functioning fully at family functions,
requires restrained raconteurial unctions.
Propensities/properties you outpossess.
injurious idiot’s ill-conceived jest…
No! Never negating nine-tenths of nonplussed,
because Basil-boy, your bingeworthy bust,
should stand sentry in stone for descendants yet born,
And for you to admire, while mowing the lawn.
Thank you, Wind, for sitting with me -
A most uncommon interviewee.
Glad to help, won't you take good notes,
So that you may avoid misquotes?
Sure, I think that would be a crime.
Tell our readers how you spend time.
I love to travel everywhere,
So many places I move the air.
I have pushed ships across the sea
To new lands of opportunity.
I caress folks' faces and skin.
So they feel good outside and in.
I convey smells of fresh baked bread,
Jasmine flowers and roses, red,
The happy shouts of kids at play,
And singing birds to start the day.
Do you ever find that you get bored?
Are there more pastimes you've explored?
I make ladies' hair come undone.
I swiftly rustle skirts for fun.
I blow a hat off of a head.
I'll make a field goal miss instead.
Sometimes, when I get furious,
I'm a cyclone, injurious.
Thanks Wind, I've enjoyed our meeting.
This will be engaging reading.
And so, the interview ended.
Notes on which the piece depended,
Placed on the cafe table, unbound,
Were blown here, there, and all around,
As the interviewer was taught,
The Wind's a guy who can't be caught.
The shadow folks are not mere men,
They're strangers who hide in the night,
They're men armed to fight,
Fear is their initial weapon.
The shadow folks are the twilight assailants,
They're chauffeured by the night chariots,
They're turbulence patriots,
They're the dark warriors.
My father said they dwell in the myth of the mind,
He said they're injurious to the mirror of the mind,
He calls them strangers from the deep,
The phantom that the mind can choose to keep.
I'll push them away from my room,
I'll disperse their penetrating gloom.
January 10, 2024.
A vended injurious tongue begets a curse
But one who strives to live a clean life is blessed in many ways
November 7, 2023
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Ann has everyday to plead
That Arthur address her need:
Her wish to on table feed,
Beside Author novels read,
Their three kids move at top speed;
For their first child buy a tweed…
Ann is the plant, Arthur weed,
She can’t shine like a prized steed;
All these cannot True Love breed:
Arthur who won’t counsels heed…
Ann keeps convulsing like reed,
Now taught to kiss him with greed!
This, hence, a matter serious,
Ann’s lover supercilious…
You don’t conclude “Just curious”
For I sense ‘The Injurious.’
Now, why would Connor commit suicide:
Life's unfinished business wave aside?
Crude deaths had never stopped time and tide;
One would have to Grave gone, no pride...
Connor was only a bit curious,
After what he had heard from Julius,
To find out if it was injurious:
If men's claims weren't, after all, spurious?
Now, should that make comrades furious:
The whole saga take much serious?
Oh! where had he read all about it:
"Safe ways to Naked wires visit"?
A peacock to some,
but to others a confident and close friend.
Confidence, humorous,
displays feathers,
selects the perfect mate.
Unbeknownst is he of the
defects
within his selection, too much time
lusting the outside,
never fully knowing the inside.
Secure in his vibrant colors,
overconfident that his mate would never stray.
Too concerned with the outward appearance
of those within their circle.
Neglected is she who grooms the offspring and tends the nest.
Healthier to leave to the injuries she's received,
yet flaws hold her bonded.
Too late you come with the validations
which she required.
Divulged is the straying
with those of lesser colors.
Injurious is it to your
prideful mantle.
Both are now imperfect,
insecure in being,
and require a pal full of time.
His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…
Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch enemies in connivance,
The injurious for contrivance;
Had in dreams poisoned his noodle
And Christ said “Straight into puddle!”
Enemies flexing raw muscle,
God making it Divine Tussle…
His fervent quest for survival
Has meant much speedier arrival
For their camp’s redemptive prayer
That should fortify John Sayer.
Blurred lines,
Confusion.
Ties broken.
I am standing ,
In middle of two oceans.
Black and white?
No it's grey,
Hurricanes ,
Collided ,
I can't look nowhere else.
I am going to explode ,
Help me not,
Years of load and depression.
Now I can join points with repercussions.
All are the heros,
All are the slaves,
All are tortured,
And all are saved.
Everyone's true,
So where's the dissimulator,
I want him destroyed
Because I am a traitor.
Misunderstanding sprouts best with hate,
So I preached love,
Just to find out,
Malice is not injurious to health.
Ubiquitous, they’re everywhere you look
Ridiculous, each page of every book
Umbilicus, they bind us like a tether
Precipitous, in haste, like nasty weather
Iniquitous, they’re tossed about in curses
Injurious, their aftermath needs nurses
Litigious, regardless loss or win
Like Sisyphus, we’re forced to start again
Ubiquitous, sometimes it seems absurd
Ubiquitous, our poorly chosen words
—————
for the Unburden a “U” Word Poetry Contest
theme of “Ubiquitous”
sponsored by Constance La France
written on 11/8/22
Sometimes, it falls like heaven is crying
for the minds that raid desecrated the land.
The injurious hands left the earth dying
like a helpless fish left on a dry sand.
Thy wrath that drowns the hearts that prey
brings a wave of worries and agony
for the trees on the mountains faraway
we're killed for just a pay.
October 29, 2022
Dizain Poetry Contest (4th place)
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Edited: November 10, 2022
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