.
that gap
fissure
identity
twixt yourn lip's
thick
cauzing yourn
lisp
sagacious speak
inveigle
uv mine born'd
desire
such yourn
cute
ventilate
subjugating
mine
I dare you to run on__
even when the day is long...
I dare you to be the best version of yourself.
To know you're enough and that you have all your help...
I dare you to hold a smile.
Not care and sit and dream awhile...
I dare you to stay with it.
Especially when the naysayers inveigle you to quit...
I dare you to get in the ring.
Even though you know Goliath is going to take his best swing...
I dare you to keep fasting and praying.
Because rest assured the enemy is out preying and slaying...
I dare you to run on.
I dare you to get on stage and sing your song...
I dare you to be early and not late.
I double dare you to go and be GREAT!
I'm merely mortal, a speck upon Earth,
circumspect of gazing into distant heavens,
spellbound by stars staring back at me.
They inveigle my silly senses.
I strain to hear their pellucid inscriptions
that shouldn't be clear to humans,
but are transparent to me.
I personify celestial orbs, attempting to break
their astral coded whispers through galactic
places that we thought were empty spaces
between each twinkling of starlight.
They wink through invisible portals,
murmuring secrets about us
or whatever stars are interested in.
Each other? Gossipers!
What secrets do they share, or keep?
Perhaps they're more like us than we suspected.
They have names, grow old, eyes dim
and die a cosmic death. I've been wondering...
where do fallen stars go when they die?
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Upon her face hangs a pout,
Which under her philtrum she wears so pink.
Not that she wills to show sulkiness,
But to send a flirtatious invitation,
And inveigle mine to repose on her rosy bight.
A fool he who ignores a pout and a wink.
Never could I resist the beams of her comeliness;
To kiss me and erase the pout is her intention.
I apologize at any unintentional
flagitious, egregious,
deleterious et cetera and
atrocious (asper wording),
which accidental faux pas
toward an allpoetry participant
named skypriceireland, who brand
did me with
crookedly unflattering feedback,
and practically demand
did, an explanation,
which hoop fully
clarifies intended feedback,
thus aye expand
utmost sincerity and perceives
how my anger got fanned
when purposeful intent grand
lee and roundly surmising
if the Jesse (un-named child) referenced
in the poem played
an influential invisible hand
as the whims of children
can be so inventive
absent any parental oversight
to inveigle being baited
from kiddie make believe island
a desired outcome, rather
exclaim with com manned
double delight at such un-planned
Hi Yo Silver braying ejaculation,
thus upon this
expostulation I stand.
I
When I breathe my last and my soul finds its path back to whence it came
and my lifeless body is lowered
beneath the earth to my resting place
and a stone is set over me
encrusted with endearing evocations,
I shall not tarry one more Night;
even though the mourners mourn beyond consolation
and in spite of all those forlorn tears,
I shall depart still…
Weep not for me, I go in peace.
II
When you pass by my tomb, do not cast a scornful gaze at me
I was fair to all:
the rich and the poor I served from the same cup
I withheld not a penny of the weak, nor
did I seek to inveigle into my neighbour’s wife
or chattel; nor chased the needy away from my doorstep…
Do not inveigh against me,
the labourer deserves his wages; and so did I…
I await my judgement day.
MIND AND MOUNTAIN
Life
A climbing process
A gradual, grand ascent to view?
Mind can inveigle such
To go where all manner wild affecting grows
Foothills of some towering height
Mind can spirit one there
Ascent would be steep
Though earnest, determined
Path narrow
With stones of many sizes underfoot
And trees!
Such a wealth of enduring life
Resonating valley view
At intervals
See a meadow
Brook and wild life passing through
At one of these lush spreads
I would stop
Dabble toes in the crystal stream
Then push on
Seeking seeking
A view of the top
And the summit
Hazy through the mist
Well above timberline
Many stones now
Huge boulders
Make faulting my climb
The backward glance, though, faultless, clear
But rare the breath
Weakening the will
At last the top
Ah, the pain!
With blue heaven still afar
Dave Austin
Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
Fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist,
Only succeeding to dislodge several faces,
I continue defacing your six surfaces…
In my euphoric endeavors to somehow unwind,
The unfathomable thoughts in your wavering mind,
I take manifold cyclical turns, like a brisk walk in fog,
Your complex anonymity refuses to unclog!
My flirtatious advances, don’t inveigle your resolve?
Chances to demystify you, in vain I solve,
I stare at your complacent maze,
you’re smug, with a mystic gaze!
Still in downright disarray
my curiosity, undone by dismay,
You’re unfazed, as you obliviously recline
Further inquests, but you obstinately decline!
I scrupulously ingest your manual again,
And brace for another futile try,
Why am I so smitten, as if to ascertain
If afterward, you’ll still be awry!?
© Maverick Nyambu
WINTER
old folks
warmly dressed
out with rakes and hoes
try to inveigle
a new spring
Dave Austin
For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,
For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,
For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I have or not!
Search and let get
lost,
For a peak, seek,
strive, strain,
gain, glee and see
at most
Tighten, a brave
adventure ahead to
let get lost,
For delight, height,
mirth, birth,
success and post,
Hardness not enough,
fled and let get
lost,
For its theme,
cream, team, thyme,
rime, and rhyme lot,
A Poet inveigle
reader and trap, to
let get lost,
For breath, sheath,
accede, proceed,
freed, from cell
oast,
Go back from soviet
and let get lost,
For yore days, hays,
says, ways and
country to got,
Break the fetter of
Coventry and let get
lost,
And Wordsworth,
Auden, Emerson,
Blake and Saadi to
Frost,
Shahid, impregnate
hardly this all and
let get lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist
only to dislodge several faces
I obligingly deface your six surfaces…
In my neurotic endeavors to unwind
the unfathomable thoughts on your wavering mind,
I take manifold cyclical turns in your opaque fog
Your stupor and anonymity declines to unclog!
My flirtatious advances don’t inveigle your obstinate resolve
Chances to demystify you haplessly dissolve,
In your complacent maze
and overwrought gaze!
Still in downright disarray
My fortitude, haunted by dismay!
You’re unfazed, you obliviously recline
Whilst my inquest continues to wriggle and whine!
I scrupulously ingest your manual again
and brace for another futile try,
Why am I so smitten, when I am already certain
You’ll still remain awry!
Late winter
Endless winter
Trees lay bare branches across the grey sky
Their leaves dried by March wind
Brown as putrid skin
Ground squirrels scurry round
Hunting up buried nuts
Some climb trees to very top
Lookouts for predators
Birds don't know which way to fly
A pile of white feathers lay
Where a famished hawk devoured its prey
And three great black crows
Sit in the everlasting pine
With shrieking comment all morning long
This a daily ritual
While at noon one may see
O'er bent the rot and lingering snow
An old old couple
Out with rake and hoe
Trying to inveigle spring