Death's Shadow creeps across the wall
Where memories of triumph Stand tall
Each scar tells stories of battles won
Each breath echoes choice made, undone.
The ledger of our days is closed
Accounted for in every pose
No whispered no apologies sought
No trembling knees, no faltering thought.
Before the throne of judgment high
We stand as mountains touch the sky
Our hearts ablaze with righteous pride
Our soul unbroken, side by side.
The divine inquirer raises sight
Upon our shoulders, straight and bright
No shame deliberate, no guilt resides
Only the peace that honor provides.
Through trials fierce and tests of fire
We walked the path our conscience dire
Each step deliberate, each choice clear
Our character forged, year by year.
I'd like to tell you
The the story
Of weird life of english tori
The history of imperialism
The quests of human groups for territory
Of the political bias
On pair based
Or the triangles
Or quaternions
Of that that
And you yourself
I do assume
Is never really sorry
- - - - -
It's true Computer does respond
That I am never really sorry
I might ashamed be
But not sorry why
To comprehend the history of humans
And correctly
With quest for true solution
Eager I am to try
I choices make in life
In way that only would regrets result in
If higher purpose of my being is
Live life in way that's ain't insulting
Sophisms we do appreciate
We clever logic great inquirer appears
World does consist of great variety of spheres
Is it secure for me posting poem this?
In time of peace for war prepare
In time of war prepare for the peas
Groaning and mourning
Separate body from mind
Joking, poking and rocking
Calm nerves, propping me up to find
My way back home
Where I cavort into the comfort
Body and mind need to roam
Free of the discomfort
I encounter when from home I stray
Hoping to delight my heart, to leave the past behind
When to my God I pray
As in stock I nurture no axes to grind
With either friend, fiend or foe
In sane circumstances and distances
Ensuring hoe and woe
Disenfranchise no gallant glances whose dances
Ascertain body and mind cooperate
In perfect union with objectives
I’ve set to operate
Within modicum motives
Driving initiatives I take
Within the ambit of my powers
To correct a mysterious mistake
Concealed in favourite flowers
I tendered to my secret admirer
To placate misgivings she expressed when I broke the news
We were no longer interested in views held by the inquirer
Who chose to block the engagement that run counter to his vitriolic views.
For longlonglonglong
and many days, turned to years,
minutes 'n moments
turned to tears;
I'd been a Seeker.
Now, though,
I'm Seekless
(Not meaning, simply that I
seek less.)
kindly meaning
that
I am Seekless.
I've been Seeker,
I've been Sought.
I've been strong and weaker.
I've been all thought, and meeker.
I've been Seeker.
I've been Sought.
I'm an Inquirer now.
Such is the path.
The path, my path, the
Path. The Path of
Inquiry.
It's comes with turns.
I step onward, leg before leg,
Eye before mind,
Grace before heart,
Day before week,
now before Now.
-ShhDragon
Pandoras box
Filled with unimaginable doom
And unprecedented gloom
Pandoras box
A little box of grief and unendless tears
Bringing perpetual pain to the inquisitive
As they sought for the unsoughtable
Pandoras box
A tiny pang of greatest agony
As it opens to its inquirer with unending nights of horror
Let my curiosity lead me not
To the dreadful box of Pandora
Least I be ostracized and hunted
At the youthful bloom of my days
In the cool room of winter
Flame starts dancing in the fireplace
Swinging legs and arms with pace
Swaying hands and shoulders
Like a lovely lady dancer
Follow her tender smiling face
Her warmth touches the nearby’s
Cold skin that grins to reply
She hums a song
Makes her follower becharming
With a single’s lyric to caress
Her sweet mateless
In the silent night dreaming
Outdoors the wind inquirer
Raps the window with jealousy
Pretty flame and her follower
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
22 October 2013
SUPERMARKET DAZE
Gross overweight reflections
gleam off stainless steal
bins, filled with frozen TV dinners.
Obese mothers Jam
peppermint suckers down
children’s tearful mouths
-temporary peace.
Hamburger helper, pepsi-lite
National Inquirer , Rovers dog food
-frantic search for penny full bargains.
Torn pantyhose
wheel aisle after aisle.
mountains of pot pies, ice cream, potato chips, red chips, blue chips
freeido chips
Must hurry.
Get more.
Get more of those treats
need more meat .
Shopping daze fever
cart wheel out the street.