Enticing beat,
ancient accolades, achieving ancestry
backbeat barrage, buoyant beats
crescendo chorus calculations
dulled dirges, double drumming durations
environmental echoed egos
faint, fading fervent falsettos;
Ghost-Note grooves
hi-hat hoop heads hued
intended isolation idio-synchrony
jembe jaunt journeyings
kidi kick knockings
linear lick loggings
metronome mallets magical
nostalgic notations neurological
ostinato off-beat odd-modulationss
paradiddle percussive permutations,
rudimentary rack repetitions, relentless rolls,
soft solitary shakers, steady shredding, single stroking spurs,
tenacious, tribal tectonic tympani trance
udu utterance
vibraslap virgin, vivid vibes vile,
wood-block whirls winging wild
xboba, x-hat, xaern
yearning yugen yarn
zigzag
enticing beat.
Anxiety bursts confusion
distraught entanglements frenzies
grappling hysteria indecisiveness
jitters knockings lows
mania noticeable oppression
panics qualms rigorousness
sufferings torments unhappiness
valuelessness wretchedness xed
yucky zaniness
My heart turned into a lump
When it felt that it would have to live with its own burden
My heart chose to be, then, enclosed in its own chest
To never heed the knockings on its doors
To never respond to calls from its callers!
My heart though, lamented at its own fate
Caring to keep its gaze focused on the skies
Knowing that these hold the way to its liberation
Indeed, the mystery of the blue veils
Have the power to transform lumps into pearls!
But then, life, mighty and fiery
Stomped over with its hammer, hot and flaming,
Broke my chest into pieces
And forced itself on my stony lump
So that, submerged and overwhelmed, it started beating!
Pray, life, felt my heart, is sweet, even if unpredictable
Life, whispered my heart, is to be lived
Even if laden with challenges
Life, sang my heart, is to be used, at its best
To show to ourselves that we can be made of goodness!
Life then placed my heart back into its place
It may be broken, but it has been mended
It beats still and seeks only to reveal itself to the world
So that, through its rebirth
The many lumps hidden in their chests, shed off their grit!
Poetry is subjective and can be written how you like;
There are many different ways in which to write.
You can put it down as prose or create some double rows,
Triangles, squares etc. are alright.
I had feedback yesterday from a person with no name;
I guess most of you have had some too.
He said my poetry’s bad, archaic and awfully RANK;
But I don’t write for him, I write for some of you.
Constructive criticism is welcomed by us all
To help us each achieve a higher goal.
To knock for knockings sake is very bad indeed
It makes a normal person less than whole!
If you have something to say, make sure you give a rock
To the person whom you wish to criticise.
Give them helpful hints; you’ll find that the response
Will illuminate from their ever grateful eyes!
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