It is unconscionable to ponder
that God's awesomeness is questionable.
The permanence of his good countenance
lies beyond the sustenance of the shrewdness
of our
insouciant condescension.
The incandescence of His amour in our lives
should remain aglow with eternal longevity,
so that any falsehood
be irreproachably reprehensible,
His presence is without pretence
That thunderous fires
owe His infallibility a debt,
Even when death has dealt with our incorrigibilities,
we must summon courage
to quench the flames of inveterate servitude.
And in solemn solitude
our being
should exude an astute gratitude,
that girds our vulnerability
with great fortitude.
And in the sober cadence of our credence,
we should attest to the sempiternal essence of God's existence,
not to be subsumed by the puerile creed
of a monk with no god.
Late November,
and lonely resonance of harmattan
salutes this solitude.
A weaverbird's contralto, in one
gale-sweep, lays bare the lower balustrade
of a maisonette,
and the romance of the last seasons
shoots the long throat of the clarinet...
O'classicals, on wings
ye come;
leaf cusps and petal ears —
classicals, swearing oaths of
mellifluous assembly...
Calm rhythms hasten to the
ears of Beethoven —
summon him for a serenade,
lest the dark shelter of a
decrepit day strips this solitude.
Anodyne hisses among
this hidden threshold,
curing and healing the weakness of
Clepoatra's hair, dampened with
the venom of haters of vanity.
Classicals,
rid us now of this grief of mundane
dances...
Even in death, Stravinsky hails solitude
on notes of the keys.
From the clarinet,
the bimetallism of barter —
the platitude of life and death
(symbiosis of percussions)
epitaph to the aftermath of
inveterate tradition —
now and forever...
And the clarinet looms.
There is no denying the power of love.
It is a splendid teacher
Quite adept at instructing us
In ways that completely alter our character,
And telling us how to be what we never were,
Or never even imagined we could ever be.
In certain individuals
Its transformations are frequently nothing short of miraculous.
It breaks down all our natural barriers,
And in the blink of an eye
Can turn a niggardly pinchpenny into a philanthropist,
An obsequious milquetoast into a courageous and gallant knight,
And make a paragon of "politesse" out of an absolute boor.
The inveterate sluggard becomes a captain of industry,
And the most innocent of dullards
Becomes a wellspring of sagacity and worldliness.
What a marvelous whetstone for sharpening wits
And honing the senses is love.
Even its most hardened critics…
Those victims and casualties who proved to be intractable and unteachable…
Find it difficult, if not impossible,
To deny the power of love's ability to inspire
The most truly amazing things in a human heart.
The depths of insecurities
Buried with inveterate tendencies
Her words were sweet as honey
Easily succumbed to vulnerability
The final result came from pity
Satisfaction lasted for a moment
Confusion is here to stay
EMOTION
transformed
the clouds part
the sun explodes
in
a sweep
of the majestic
lacing alongside
&dancing
shameless
in a glow
of affection
participating
in a
shadow
cast by
threads
exploration
accompanying
exhibition
dissolving
boundaries
to convey
&
celebrate
an inveterate
adventure
gesturing
to
the passionate
within
a mystery really
triggered by
love
closely associated
by the physical
&knocked
sideways by it
to recognise
the power
thereof united
a one one
full of depth
&beauty;
When I am gone, I will regret expended time
I wasted lavishly on matters less sublime.
For too long I have been in constant motion til
Inveterate blindfold broke loose and let me see -
World's stunning grandeur worth admiring lies standstill
In unsurpassed, bold and primal state of carefree.
I should've paused for a second, for a minute,
Upon majestic statue of the mountain peak,
A mud puddle after rain with sun ray in it,
A silent snowflake wafting chilly on my cheek.
I should've lent my helping hand to many more,
The poor and wretched among us predominate,
Sweeter reward is to care than to be cared for -
Late learnt lesson, whether acquired or innate.
I should've called you every day because I could,
Held you tight and tender in intimate embrace.
Walking the earth seemed as a privilege for good,
Along the sacred myth of ever lasting days.
If I could only take it back for better cause -
To lavishly admire - more often I would pause.
January 23, 2023
Contest: Poetry Marathon
Sponsor: Mark Toney
I -
To discipline or not to discipline children, charges::
ThanX Dr. Einstein, a parent who takes SORRY & no results for years, is mad. (translation: mere lip apology from teenagers under your roof, with no behavioural improvement, is a mad cycle).
II
When lies flow as breathing does, no one on earth can heal the sickness.
III
Why can't we see: inveterate liars cannot LOVE. Really.
IV
To be open, truthful, is a vital step to God.
V
Little lies add up to big sins.
P - perverted, inveterate
U- universal malefactor
T- terrible inhuman
I - incredible liar
N- negativist and demented
Once again unrelenting sadness knocks at my door,
Like the inveterate seeker of my generous charity
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
Could it be that I am a lone favored mark to score?
And I am deigned to entertain gloom incessantly
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door.
Would that I could be like others who in autumn soar
And, seeing in falling leaves, they hope abundantly,
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
I find at autumn’s advent a bitter chilling to the core
Rising to the level of self-uncontrolled ascendancy,
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door
Every year I have vowed I’ll not suffer again, I swore,
But this annual sadness I cannot explain from infancy
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
Worse still, I have become a nauseous, weary boor,
Complaining and whining that this SAD has primacy.
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
written October 30, 2021
Had a room been open in that passageway
as a foreign night-ship, you’d have sailed by
Love would’ve been what? I couldn’t say
Life: an inveterate humid ply____________
Perhaps has passed with its pernicious waves
Acceptance rising like ocean’s eustacy
Sometimes, perfunctory was a skin-cut shave
So much more, was propitious ecstasy~~~~~
Parts of us shall never be contrite
As connoisseurs of our own fate, we played
Rage now mostly contrived in dying spite
though candid caustic thoughts can still prey…
Passion!
Our ultimate perfidy
Passion!
We should've kept astute custody.
6/29/2021
The turning sphere of history remains without merit
Until we earn again for ourselves that which we inherit;
The open window admits the gifter and the grifter.
Passionate pages seeking to be filled with meaning,
Accept copy and paste solutions without fact checking;
The illusion’s brilliance blinds.
Freedoms won with the sacrifice of patriots inveterate
Are ceded to a siren’s song by a servile electorate;
A vote for the melody no matter the lyrics.
The anomaly becomes a tool to indict a group
By extrapolation in a never ending loop;
So many so willingly led by so few.
A kaleidoscope of human mutations vying chaotically to be begot.
Is this what six billion years of random opportunism has wrought;
*****sapiens, the symphony, played to discordant notes?
We love who we love
We do what we do
We are Millennials
What drivel we spew
We are who we are
We live how we live
We are Millennials
We take more than we give
We wait and we wait
We may never get married
We are Millennials
Commitments are scary
We eat bland vegan goodies
We're inveterate foodies
Millennials, we are
We'll order driverless cars
We're now in our prime
We're on our phones all the time
Millennials we are
~ Lifestyles ajar
A morning with golden ray comes here
The eyes open its sight to near and far
As if, all were till awaken on spot of loser!
The eyes cry more, cry in the lodging tear!
Not afar that’s insight
more than the near!
A terrible near in memory
But as loser!
Madness!
Not a fallen off thinking!
its precious Rising!
We, the common cannot understand
its subtle wink,
Inside knowledge blinks
immortal elixir to drink
Suffering through revolutionary mind
You live all behind
where destroyed all kind
illegally, on hand of blind
The coral to the reef slowly come
Destined creatures as death's dome
Leave futile inveterate possession
Let new procession flapping its wings
-November 23, 2018 Chattogram
There was a man from Asia, it was me,
I could not fit in with the norm, I was beastly;
And so, I was living in the desolate woods,
Far away from the consumer goods.
As time passed hormones played havoc
Tinkering around my brain and twitting my ravenous cock,
The luck did not favor me with a hen,
In utter desperation I took up the pen.
I wrote a thousand lines for my inveterate luck,
That brat was not pleased, I was a lame duck;
I was a beast and so I picked up a prick,
And dug in the bush, a hole, for my furtive dick.
The haul thing was stupendous, a bit obscene,
But I did carry the atavism in my gene;
In the dark it came out, you know what I mean.
As night kicked in the crack I gave it a break,
Nick Tim, my dear, only for your sake.
Amuse Me with Your Rhyme, Let A Man from Asia be your guide Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nick Trim
26th June, 2018
Tees and Cees
Loopholes online firms exploit
In very small print on transaction documents a normal eye seldom spies and sees
Until legal implications take him for a maladroit
Too gullible to bother
Too illiterate to placate
Too fallible
And too inveterate
To take seriously
To address with respect
To injure deleteriously
To treat with disrespect
With the impunity sanctioned by outdated legislation
Written for brick and mortar dinosaurs
Which enables their spineless extrapolation
To rub salt on sores
Customers sustain
When click and trick businesses
Retain and maintain in a vain
Effort to benefit from the folly their monopoly disgorge and disburse as egregious legal excesses.
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