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I want to tell you something
Something that may seem
To be just idle chatter
But you I don't just flatter
Now you may think I'm biased
But really it's the truth
The former is the latter
My words I don't just scatter
I think you're the most beautiful
Girl I've ever seen
The kind of girl that lives inside
The film reel of a dream
And though at present moment
I only get to look
That doesn't mean inside my head
I'm not writing a book
It's a romance story
It's not fiction at all
It's all about a troubadour
And his zeal for the belle of the ball
Fast forward to the ending
It's what endings are made of
They walk into the sunset
Together and in love
Acta Non Verba... Speaks Volumes
The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase,
(concatenated with two English words),
I regale chance reader
immediately sets ablaze
title of poem with timeless adage,
aptly suits this solitary
older male, whose daze
spent on planet Earth
aimless curriculum vitae
configures a zigzag maze
significant blocks of time
poorly aye now appraise
and rue so little forethought
wrought starry eyed glaze
amiss to any Amish,
colonial, horse drawn observer
passing by in their chaise
puzzled, asper my
doggone catatonic gaze
indicative as if me mind
lost in a foggy haze
yours truly attests,
concurs, he now flays
chastises, fulminates, lays
hard and heavy lament,
albeit cloistered frivolous,
lackadaisical, unproductive... ways
apathetic, estranged, indifferent...
ambivalent state comatose phase
toward life, when at young age
lacked joie de vivre evincing braise
zen lee oblivious zombie behavior
upon quick observation displayed craze
zee demeanor synonymous
with institutionalized craze
zee wardens of the state,
and at present realize futility to raise
hullabaloo, when 20/20 hindsight
shines figurative light on
how appeared to laze
about lost in space,
within outer limits
of my own twilight zone ways!
In past, I was a sinner unworthy,
Too unworthy to come before God's throne,
But, praise God, now He has made me worthy,
I am bought by Christ and am His alone.
He has washed me snow-white with His own blood,
His sinless blood shed for me on the cross,
Through Him, by His grace, at present I'm led
Right up to the Lord, my Father and boss.
Again, in Christ, I have the blessed* hope,
Bright hope of a divine future secure,
No more in darkness do I need to grope,
My future's booked up in heaven, I'm sure.
Dear brother, sister, come to Jesus Christ,
For your past, present, future, He'll suffice.
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24.11.16
*Blessed - counted as 2 syllables
We the people, of the United States of America, choose to live in harmony.
As respectful citizens under the protection of our laws,
That we, the people, have established in this great Republic of these United States.
When any nation is overwhelmingly threatened,
By those who choose to break their protective laws,
And disrupt their harmonious way of life, in any way, shape or form,
Then we, the people, must enact jurisprudence to defend it similarly,
In any way, shape or form, and if such counter-measures,
Be the wall, then let it be done.
Any act that will not result in bloodshed,
That is, to cause injurious harm and or death of another's life,
Unless it is something that they themselves have created,
To which the end results in the effect,
Will be deemed as an act of caution on both sides of the wall.
Present and future expenditures of the existing conditions,
Outweighs the cost of the wall,
And members in Congress who are in opposition,
Has so far offered disputable counter proposals.
We The People
Of The United States
In Order To Form
A More Perfect Union
Establish Justice
Insure Domestic Tranquility
Provide For The Common Defense
Promote The General Welfare
And Secure The Blessings Of Liberty To Ourselves
And Our Posterity
We are proud of our
Past accomplishments
And humble of our
Past inabilities
At present, we are stacked,
Against formidable odds,
As a nation, indecisive in itself,
Instills indifference, both here and abroad,
As the American people faces their most fearless foe,
For a nation's future has yet to unfold.
In the reflection of a lake,
One day saw my very own soul,
In shape and form it looked like me,
But in colour as black as coal!
Surprised, I accosted with ‘Hi‘
Nervous, not knowing what to say,
Hoping it was just a bad dream,
would wake up, it would go away!
Soul stared back without interest,
like had been watching me for years,
It appeared both peaceful and calm,
was completely bereft of fears!
We could speak in thought without words,
travelling through the time tunnel,
our memories although the same,
in conscience I felt a villain!
We started at the beginning,
when I was small, my soul was white,
Then through the erring steps of life,
It grew darker with steps not right!
Arriving back at present day,
I could see why it was so black,
In the pursuit of worldly joys
My moral values had lost track!
Wiser, I seek to cleanse my soul,
With a noble deed every day,
Years hence, when I visit the lake,
A whiter soul will come my way!
Written 25/08/2020
premium competition winner 9th place
Soul Slipper contest
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
As I sit in my earthly womb reposed
Unflowered in a crib that will be my future bed
Whilst being exposed to elements retorts
That oft rain their convictions
And expound relentless energy
In that time, I sprout unnoticeably so
I tend to bury my toes
Stretching downward, as I probe
'Neath the weight of my girth, of above
Where the rest of me takes a peak
E'er so oft, I would slowly unsheath
My thin blade, by and by, will soon be mightily
As I am resigned to poke further
And the earth, then pulls away
Where I start lowly, for at present, that is my worth
A small verdant thing, that I seem to be
Yet I bring forth the breath of life, that is my being
Of that, I offer freely, more like a trade, for it to be
In exchange to being part of this world
I will extend throughout my presence
And share pieces of me
At first close to my being
For the rest of me will be carried by the wind
Thereby, validating my ever as being
Most times, I will be my true verdant color
Then times, I will be the most colorful me
In contrast to my stated purpose
Though I sometime get very cold
For the life of me, I would slowly undress
Time passes, not a sight to behold, now naked I be
Until I return to the color of my design
Then age will creep up, its telling tale ingrained in me
For in a form that will wither me away
Nevertheless, others will follow
The same path, as I came to be
And we will all grow
For the world
Needs us so~
As that is the
Nature of how
'Tis to
~be.
in this world of the limped nuptial
i’ve appeared as a power-missile of the lac-dye
that is used by the hindu women
to paint the border of their feet
the tooth-ache of some-one pumpkin
that grows on the thatched roof of a hut
has wringed spirally
my mythological birth with corporate death
managing and arranging my thoughts
on what I was in the past
what I would be in the future
or what is my dos at present
the wonder-paintings of the altamira cave
unfolds its wings beside my painful in-growing nail
and in her own sky of miss marry
my hands become so much condensed in every drops
as if within that moping smog
without any speech
speaks the twinkle twinkle little star…
beside that labour pain what awakes then
is the patronage of a one-horned idea
along which while walking without much preparation
i can enter into any e-mail
though our love pulls a very long-face about itself
and in the opinion of the married women
the sigh of the sin ? of our love wants to cultivate
mustered-seeds on the soil of the inhabitants
of this human-life
with a stick by which the monkeys are driven out
what more can i say in lieu of
a piece of red-salute written in green ink
if i say in the dawn of the 52-cards
i touch your face
by the hands of a school-boy
your calmness and earthly perfume
make me stunned
then in this field of sweat and war
the explosion of logic and intellect
of your top-floor
seems more famous anchor than the milk
that spilt over on the fire
and more to say
when daubing all over the body
all taste of the path of joy
enter into then fort of gold you can notice there
when in some unknown moment
my pajama dies socially
by the bite of the snails and oysters
to keep the heart of the break-kiln always move
this form-less interactions are so well
in the harvest-arrangement of the late-autumn
we are all uttering the name of cherry-flower
and begging shelter from the mango leaves
Poetry contest I have now decided to soon sponsor
Try and write an original poem in any form for me
Why spirituality is an important and essential factor
By any measure in our strifed lives at present time.
If you feel in your troubled mind the pangs of agony
Grief has engulfed you like the dark mist all around
Brief sojourn in divine imagery will bring peace aplenty
Belief in God will make poem rhyme in ecstatic sound.
This contest I like but can’t enter I being the sponsor
Wise vision of passion you may use look deeply within
Disguise He wears making Him so difficult to discover
Surprise me with poem of divine image I haven’t seen.
September 17, 2017.
Form : Lento.
1
Have to be somewhere in 40 mins
Enough time to write at least one
Fortunately I’m not using and pens
Else I would not be close to done
Of course you see the form I write
One familiar yet still complicated
It should be easy I write every night
Why my poems are often post dated
Halfway there only three minutes gone
Can I write eleven of these in my time
Maybe but could I post them all as well
Not sure, but I wouldn’t even bet a dime
The last I didn’t rhyme of first and third
I will admit I normally will rhyme abab
But in my amount of time that’s absurd
I am trying to finish quickly as you see
2
I already finished one how about another
The next line already in my head of course
Now you are probably saying o brother
This guy is a distinct body member of a horse
Really it’s just practice and having a bit of fun
I am definitely bored at this very early hour
I’m also texting a friend here and think of pun
I’d tell her what I think, but she might be sour
The last of course was purely a joke my friend
No evil thoughts currently in my head Miss PD
I at present, do not have that emotion to lend
Or maybe it was serious the last stanza hehehe
This is so much fun, a great way to pass time
You should try it, if you would possibly dare
I have said time a million times in my rhyme
Take time reading them, go ahead and stare
We have all had that moment of frustration
We search for words that hurt out of desperation
Having a hard time sorting out our feelings
That's the moment we become harsh in our dealings
There are times we fight to be understood
Wishing we can take back the words if we could
It doesn't pay to speak out when we're mad
We say things that leave scars which is bad
Relationships are lost and love isn't regained
Scars can heal but the words always remain
Your emotions are running high don't go no further
Whatever you say at present can ruin the future
When it comes to anger it's an honest and true fact
Never say anything you know you can't take back