Long Becometh Poems
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The unwilling seed of youth soon gone
Decaying society brought forth will be
Decomposing for all to gander
Vanity will wander together with brawn
Withering decline of the end to come
As beauty dies they harshly slander
Your fight will rage until the end
Reflection will rot and becometh scum
The corpse be known by deaths firm grip
The gradual decline we still defend
It's quite inevitable and soon will spawn
It swoops on in watching for the fall and trip
Youth soon squandered in the mid-day sun
Weathered and cracked by a formidable one
It now lies dead on the web doth spun
The carcass of beauty spent and done
*Lines to awaken your muse poetry contest*
"the carcass of beauty spent and done*
This line was written by William Shakespeare
The desire so strong to have a great night’s sleep
The shortcomings are how one feels when the morning greets?
An old lost companion who resides in the thickness of night
That presence becomes more elusive and my longing amassed
Whence does one have a moment to be at ease?
Deliverance is a subject that revolves around hours and minutes
Time out from the rigours of a quantumly perplexed life
No escape from the relentless vacuum that persists time after time
Whether here or there no refreshed states exist
No matter, for I alone endure all that matters and is amiss
Sleep and wakefulness lay side by side
One calls to the other and the two are entwined
Delusional mind, irrational thoughts
Processing moments that becometh the norm
Yet it plunders this soul and removes all prosperity
This looming curse has my alignment at wits end
What salvation or saviour can offer some saving grace?
All the wasteful moments accumulate and I am trapped in despair
Sleep is allusive on these cold long winter nights
Repetition to toss and turn and never learn what abides
Recognising the disorderly imbalance, unruly in one's head
To dissolve under camouflage and let no thoughts nigh….
Friends, who have abandoneth me,
Why not tryeth reaching out to me?
Forsaken feeling:
I'm finally giving up
On this dreaming
Of what we once were,
Long before your lives becometh more.
I've poured my feelings unto you,
Though you have changed
And nothing can goeth through.
Alone and longing
For you to place me
Amongst those who belong
And are a healing song to your heart.
If there is any space,
I will retrace and may not depart.
Loneliness no longer defines me,
Though resentment fills me
And I realize it to be the key
To the door of the ending
And the unlocking of chains
Through finally letting go
Of our once vivid memories.
~La' Luna De' Morte'~
As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss
Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee
Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve
Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...
...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!
~AZAZA~'09
In the business of God
where He is Chief Almighty LORD
perfect Boss, surpassing all best practices
we are sure of a win-win synergy, verily reigning
while we yield to His wisdom of heavenly paradigm
beyond world class status toward ministerial endeavour
reaching-out the next generation with love and care framework.
Upon biblical mission-vision-goals
along divine proactive operationalization
through the optimum power of the Holy Spirit
our servant-heart, faith-propelled mindset prioritizes
eternal values against temporal analysis-paralysis, so sickening
triumphing over ailing reality check, guarded by angelic task force
to stay serenely joyous, going forward in sharing the Gospel* of salvation.
*Philippians 1:27 Only let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ: that whether I come and see you, or else be absent, I may hear of your affairs, that ye stand fast in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel.
August 25, 2021
1st place, "Buzzword Bingo" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by John Anderson; judged on 8/30/2021.
This is not the world that you knew in fact it is far from it
Thus is the conclusion you drew and one we must all admit
For how quickly things change and not always for the best
What used to seem so strange is now routinely done in jest
The whole family has dissolved lead by those not to be heard
As life around them revolved and the consequences incurred
With no sense of structure and a complete lack of love for God
Understanding what's in store, so many thinking you are odd
A wise and strong generation who was raised up from nothing
Adding to this Nation in all the hopes and dreams they'd bring
As off to the corner you now sit barely given the time of day
But in your amazing wit you now use all this time to pray
As they politely look down upon you, in so missing your gift
For you'd know exactly what to do, we all need such a lift
But those days are all done and just a memory of the past
Both knowing who won in seeing the wicked shadow he cast
Tutus 2:3
The aged women likewise,
that [they be] in behaviour as becometh holiness,
not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things;
In Foolishness,
Man conceiveth wisdom and gets rapture in arena
Where wonders of science and refinement are exhibited.
A man young is deemeth foolish to love a woman who
Before, hath given her palm wine to another man, but wise
For a young woman to marry an old ‘big man’ she doth not love.
A man foolishly taketh the woman who hath my heart with her
And foolishly I taketh her back when she cometh to me; And
Men sayeth, foolish! because it doth not conform, like this line.
Foolish the words of Christ seemeth to orthodox minds
That a man is the hero, who becometh a scapegoat of life.
Solomon! thou dinneth not with smart people of this earth; See
Thy whole life contraveneth the norm of devout, cultured men.
Thank thee Lord! Thou alone knowest my foolishness best,
For in foolishness, is the happy redemption I striveth to win.
As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
So is the he that a man thinketh
and becometh
as perishable
corruptible
dialogues infinite and resistant.
Universal universe spreads open
nonexistent legs to reveal the womb of creation.
Birth comes to ideas
and desires manifest
before and with
the blades of grass
on desert sands.
All to bow before mountains
formed before monkey-men
glimmered in her All-Seeing Eye.
Who dares to free the Jinn
from its eternal abode?
For man's mere whim,
she concedes and grants
all that the blood pump
could ever
would ever
desire.
As a man thinketh so is he.
All that is
all will ever be
and begins in the sparking,
invisible,
imagination of meat and bone,
dust and stone
doing apache summersaults.
Form:
What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.
The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of a loyal peasantry
O, Nature! Creator! – all alludeth in an apogee
To Thy apanage and earnestly giveth plaudit unto Thee.
The swallow withal doth cheerfully
Gather and spin the straw ready to build wholly
Her empire of great tutelage;
And with her brethren bridally liveth in that age
Of diligent generation, in Thee fully hid
And given to lead like a kid.
What is more natured
Than a frog or toad in water plodded and nurtured?
His severe and heedless howl showeth his joy
To tell that: silent in a grave he shalt be a toy!
And the squirrel the jungle quire bustleth from
Tree to tree defiant of mortal wisdom.
A colossal splendour standeth
Thine sun, whose domain the day standeth;
Withal the moon’s comity: Thou, to her appal,
Bestoweth Thine night colonel –
Both but enlisteth in Thine countless soldiers of stars
Thine extol they effuseth like showers.
No less for praise, joineth the beasts –
In the homes so in the forests!
At peace in war as an influenza, Thine honours –
Man, Thine effigy, intellect and genius, in his hours
Extendeth through the gross of polity
Concurring with each command of Thine policy.
O, the fish speaketh of Thine glory, ingenious!
This inferred from a noisy-silence of her fins;
For she scorneth the indigent effort
Of the fisher whose labour won doth him hurt;
Yet, both creatures in many a varied way
Inditeth for posterity great praises that for Thee doth stay.
Yes, the clouds and the firmaments
Oceans, rivers, seas: all waters in constant movements
Doth in harmony with man and beasts
Arrayed in silent-noisy feasts
Shower in mysterious mirth
Thine glory from endless history and myth.
Yet, I behold the ineffable work bestowed on me;
My limbs, they moveth to second Thine decree!
My eyes, no exception indeed
To the law of my being, so splendid
Are those commands for me safely to live
Tho’ many infamous beings abound to strive!
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