Intrepidly Poems

Invaders with Rice

Treacherous invaders ever growing,
in dark, damp places always showing,
protective boundaries, they will breach, 
insidiously extending their evil reach.
How will I conquer these fungal sinners?
I'll intrepidly cook mushrooms for dinner.

I am alive

Stagnant of thought.
Albeit, without any emotion.
Love never sought.
Life without living.
Tumultuous nothingness.
No taking or giving.
Intrepidly I advance, devoid of fear. 
This earth I have trod.
That is why I am here.
I am a child of God.

Forgiveness

In your blazing blood-shot eyes I see
you seethe inside in the inferno of anger.
The twisted tongue throws out raging words,
charged with the toxin of your venomous mind. 

The sanctity of sane sense turns into
fury embers erupting from violent volcano,
curl up feral with the spreading smoke of spite,
rays of rationale you don’t see in the sun of sobriety.

I don’t run away from you to self-heal,
or seek shelter in disdained den of disregard,
nor do I ignite another flame within enraged me
to face you intrepidly, and to feel good in retaliation.

As a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain 
another fire for they burn fast the linked space,
I confront you with composed confidence of poise,
and don’t let you incinerate the sanctum of my soul.

Flow of absolution emanates from within 
with embracing empathy of divine fountain,  
my compassion drenches you with serene spray,
douses the fire in you with the shower of forgiveness.

Reclamation

Fleeing into solitude
his excuses were lost
eyes pointing inward
embracing the cost

Intrepidly deeper
the cave to unmask
as demons and angels
are slayed in his path

Alone and rebirthing
both fury and rage
a hero emerges
rejecting the sage

Released from self-loathing
all ego begone
polarity crumbling
the right and the wrong

From out of the lake
of reflection to rise
a thunder triumphant
o’er truth and its lies

To wander eternal
in godlike refrain
old dogma retendered
—his spirit reclaimed

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

January Sea

beyond the beach
where electric currents fail to reach
sands of time rise high
on waves depicting you and I.
we carry the beat of a different sound.
your face
one of innocence
your wistful smile the bow
to break right through my hurting surface
intrepidly imperfect
re-adding color and purpose
making sense of
the mono-chromatic prism of my heart to which
I am forever bound
imprisoned
encased in ice.
lost at sea
through jagged cliffs you safely
guide me back to shore
back home
back to life.

Mindfulness

Lost in consciousness, 
sublimely aware of the dust motes 
that saccade my sight, as they 
tenderly frolic amongst the remnant
of sunlight that streams through 
my window pane.
Gentle the whispers of the wind
that kiss the glass; how distinct 
the cawing of the raven perched 
upon the window's edge. 
How crisp the turbid air, 
with its frosty demeanour, 
clasping my hands in an icy grip. 
What thick musk
provokes my senses,
creating a palpable taste 
upon my palate. 
Within such deep consciousness,
I shall allow my whole self
to wager intrepidly 
into the sensual storm of creation's
intricacy and intimacy. 
That I may recall with reverence
that we were once one.    

12.10.2021

Crossroads

My journey has been long
a few steps proven wrong
I keep searching for a way
with the dawn of each day
to discover where I belong
before I sing a Swan Song
I seek a virtuous moral path that will lead me to a much better life
A more righteous one without knowing hardships, miseries and strife
I've walked with countless burdens; each a heavy albatross on my back
And I've grown weary of being dealt yet another losing hand of blackjack
At this crossroads I stand
A choice at my command
Which way shall I choose
I'm not offered any clues
To bear right or to the left
I'm feeling sad and bereft
Tears fall as I humbly pray
Upon my knees, I now say
Give me Your guiding light
A North star shining bright
Or trills from a nightingale
If moonbeams are too pale
I need to view a faint glow
of hope so I'll surely know
the direction of my destiny
Time to declare, intrepidly
in a clear, reassuring voice
the roadway of my choice
Hoping it's the one for me
The path that sets me free


Posted September 24, 2021
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues

Tashunka Witko Beyond Self

A man clad in mystery,
history would learn

His face on the mountain,
immortality earned

A man from tomorrow,
reliving today

Intrepidly fated
—truth on display


(Crazy Horse Monument: May, 2008)

Silence Is a Poem

"Silence is a Poem"



Silence is a poem
she is music in me
a constant chattering conversation

she is my daily mantra 
big love residing in my heart 
wrapped as a gift;

the child in time
finds me waiting 
in words she traces from my mind

I’ve written for her
A path, 
she intrepidly follows

She unties the ribbons 
Love is not blind
It is for her 

my present

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
18.9



https://youtu.be/5NPTFsCmxoc
Sarveshaam Svastir Bhavatu - Universal Prayer With Lyrics - Rajalakshmee Sanjay

I - Illusion

Images of incineration interrupt
Infernal imagery imposes in intricate intervals, illegible to those ill with ignorance
Inadequate ideologies imply impoverish ways, never to be incriminated no matter how idiotic
Inattentive to our imaginary inflation issues 
Improvident to the waste of industrial indispensables
Keep ignoring the impending invasion and downward inclination or intercept the intrusion on your intellect and intervene
Invent instinctively into your own invincibility
An influx of idiots with no positive incline, our inability to feel insults our intelligence
Intolerant insecurities about income and the "it" influences impair our inner insight 
This IS an impeachment against the institutions for informing the incredulous and inciting the irrelevant 
I will stand intrepidly, inheriting the impending inferno

That Magic Scent of Lilacs

Day after day I’d be walking on autopilot back to my abode
Till there it was that stop-you-in-your-tracks odorous bouquet
How lovely those long awaited lilacs would magically explode 
Brazenly caressing my tender nostrils every month of May
All so very eager for that first sign summer’s on its way

A forerunner reminder that school would soon be out 
Lilacs announced freedom intrepidly to the wind
Of that there would be never the least infinitesimal doubt
After a year of being studious, not much left to rescind
Suddenly daydreams of summer were allowed and we just grinned



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest THE SCENT OF BAKING BREAD, THE SCENT OF CLEAN SHEETS FRESH OFF THE CLOTHESLINE sponsored by 
SARA KENDRICK  -  RANKED 1ST

Wading For You

Before I leave from this world
A vision of you I yearn to see
Intrepidly my heart leads on
I possess the door but not the key

A swan on this lake of love
Loneliness, finally, has reared its head
Cold is the lake I am drifting on
I search the shallows for warmth instead

No comfort to be found for my aching heart
The shallows may be clear to see your way
But I desire the depths to dive down in
To turn this night into day

Anniversary

It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall

So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear

There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray

For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline

Love Rekindled

Lovers each parted their ways,
Tears cause misty sprays.
Colder grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.

Lovers wear on their poignant face a pair of abysmal drenched brows,
Each parted brow one crumpled, other rumpled as twinge, sonorous it grows.
Their ways parted but for scores to come both would grieve,
Tears to obscure make believe a poker face for all to deceive.

Cause misty sprays now quench and quell the fervent fires of the raving heart,
Colder grew to icier but a dim flame of passion lies to be kindled although apart.
Them both a score later brought face to face by fate or fortune to meet,
Love amid them, wedged, now flickered and glinted, sneering smiles as they greet.

Was now at hand frozen silence and two tear blubbering faces,
An old growth of love renascence and regenerates.
Now the feelings cold erase and hate displace,
To make way for their searching love to take them to a higher place.

To melt intrepidly into each other’s arms and embrace,
Depose and oust with grace the long worn mask of the poker face.



Et cetera Poetry Contest
 29/2/2012

~th' Commander of Chiefs~

~TH' COMMANDER OF CHIEFS~


SPIRITS OF TH' SAINTS,ACKNOWLEDGE MY PLEAS...
HERE IN THIS DARKNESS,MY SOUL IN DIRE'NESS CALLS
TH' CHOSEN OF GOODNESS' SAKE,CRY 'LONG ON TH' WINDS
PREPAREST THY REGIMENTS,FOR AN CAVALRY WE IMPLORE THEE


FILLEST OUR VESSELS,LADEN US WITH THY VERACITY
UPON NOBLE STEED,SET US TO REIGN UNCONQUERABLE
FOR COMPARED TO OUR ENEMY,'VEN SODOM'S SINS ARE FRIVOLOUS
TARRY NOT,I BEG THY PARDON...TO HASTEN LIVELY


OUR VANGAURD DEPLETED,ONLY TH' STEAD'LY REMAIN
THOUGH INTREPIDLY WE FIGHT,THEIR FORCES MULTIPLIETH PERPET'D
TH' PASTURES OF OUR INHERITANCE,SPRAWL ROUGE'LY BLEMISHED
NEVER THAN LESS STANDING GROUND,TO OUR COMMANDER I'M TRUE


AS TH' THUNDER ROARETH 'BOVE US,I SENSE HOOF'ND PACE...
FAITHFUL N' TRUE,'PON TH' THIGH OF FIRST RACED...
ALL GRAVES FORFEIT SOULS,PROVIDING NEW BIRTHS...
FINALLY,WE ARE DELIVERED...


...BY TH' LAST N' TH' FIRST!



~AZAZA~'09

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