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Time Can Freeze Youth Indefinitely

This vain wish to live longer, somewhere,
makes me struggle with my vulnerability
of having been born with the fear of dying...
and before that is accomplished: let me live!


I've been told, " It's not possible that time can freeze youth indefinitely,"
but that intricate illusion was too persistent and real;
this boy always believed it would have never faded...
now being sorrowful and old, I realize how untrue and contrived it was!  


Be convivial and consume your time wisely,
don't hold the conviction that over-the-hill is the end;
you've gathered all the knowledge to survive another year,
and on your calendar mark every birthday and celebrate...
I will do the same believing that I'd continue walking in eternity
as when youth froze time to contradict an undeserved fate
without connoting wrong, but being congrous and fair...
oh, youth  your concession has compensated me for that loss!
  

I should be miserable as anybody else...lamenting and lashing,
but what good it would do if not harm me and shorten these days?
I enjoy every moment that life gives me...being hopeful for more to come;
others cuss, slander and end life demolishing all they had built in their past!
I denote my achievements as milestones that everyone will remember,
and certainly I'll be sought after for the secrets my words will unfold;   
and their purpose and extent are very conceivable to the scholar and reader...
not deploring the naive idea that time can freeze youth indefinitely.
Form: Ballade


Christmas Homily

Lights
Crackling embers serenade the hearth
Twinkling lights symphony to the heart

   Tree
Shapely Tree signifies an organic symmetry
Burnished decorations denote a cultivated empathy

   Wreaths
Embezzled twines commemorate primitive instincts
Embossed twigs celebrate a nurtured path

    Spirits   
Crystal glasses shelter our warmth
Spiced brandy shivers our senses

   Carols
Yule tide carols enshrine distant refrains
Merry melodies embrace colloquial strains

   Presents
Carefully wrapped gifts conceal our joy
Materialistic desires bare our soul

  Festive Clothing
Colorful pastels cloak bright spirits
Embossed emblems shroud jaundiced minds
Form: Couplet

Amnesia Unspooling

Privatized profits and Socialized losses.
Private eyes focus and vocalize pockets.
Undeclared prophets bite their tongues until they soften
Globalized problems begin to mimic taunts and pauses 
As we become lost in a certainty, assured no longer can any one find that pulsing silence.
Melodies bear flaws as they become written for horrid audiences.
Regardless 
we still retain a will to want 'It.'

Generations rising towards becoming accosted
By a worlds cause to see the vintage become an inherent endowment
within a paradigm of where the old are deprived of practicality through a rougher polish.
Everyone wants to shine but no person would prefer to condition to perish, rather have luck grant a pardon.

Desiring to speak through words of honor and the honest,
hints denote of soldering bonds to new forms of defiance and reliance.
Fighting the fake with supplies of the same.
Subliminally sublime saturated shame.
How long did it take for you to find yourself as a target?

Had it been near when forgiveness became earned
But forgotten on how to be given?

Had we been overlooking time as the companion,
Misplacing the mnemonics;
The right reminders
That once helped us separate
What's left behind, what's significant
And of which are alike.

Memory neglects of how we were taught this.

The current cannot cease to be,
So although every tomorrow may never be promised to seed today and creating yesterdays on which to think,
Retain your grip onto what leaves
Bolden the show you play for the world to see;
The unpromising tomorrow is said to be coming
And i cannot find a reason with worth to begin to disagree

Yesterday can not ever come back; 
Oh grief pairs so well with lucidity
Welcome back to Today,
Sometimes I find it hard to see
Bring on dismay,
I wonder what pairing I'll find for there to be
© Noah Piet  Create an image from this poem.

Flowers For Ever Single Occasion Including Death

As flowers purpose go for some that
purpose be the sweet elixir and
aroma that tantalizes our senses
into smelling and devouring it up 

While others seek to use it as an
accompaniment to place beside
a stolen secretive letter with confessions
of undying love at its very heart front
and center

Flowers are and still have both been
used to celebrate love and lust for
life as well as a tribute to mark death

Flowers are a focal point depicted on
countless Flag's so as to denote
different houses and on which side
you choose to fight or stand behind

I refer you to the war of the roses
one of which was white whilst
the other sides rose was red

And whereas some people choose to
cherish nourish and so grow them 
for the unbridled joy and love of
doing do

Many other people love more than
cutting them and prying them from
the ground and severing them from
the roots they have long laid down and
grown over it's lifetime

In whatsoever in particular category
under which you may count yourself
and fall

1 thing is for sure whether what or
why you indeed believe the purpose
of a flower is and or should be

So long as you are still able to appreciate
it's beauty and celebrate it's meaning

And take the time to stop inhale a deep
breath and smell it's ohh so very subtle
heady complex mix of what nature at 
It's finest has to offer

Otherwise you might or may just
as well be dead and buried already

Mother Anna

What wouldn't I have done
for Mother Anna when daddy left home,
and abandoned his children...
like they were orphans forgotten and alone?

On that winter's evening
snowflakes danced cheerfully,
and the Christmas Tree shone brilliantly
as an angel fell and broke his wing;
silence descended to denote a great loss...
stirred by a commotion
that couldn't be stustained!
A wife lost her companion;
kids, an uncaring father who could never lead
or set an example for them to admire the most...

Underneath the bare oak tree,
by the brightness of the street lamps...
three young girls sobbed and wept sadly;
an airplane fled across the vast sky
illuminated by the splendid stars: 
they waved their trembling hands
to someone they would never see again,
was theirs a memorable cry?

What would have I done in the eyes of God,
if not help you carry half of the load:
denouncing with anger and grief
his selfishness and injustice?
Mother Anna,that pain was immensely mutual,
drawing us together to defy his action
which was thougthless and cruel;
Mother Anna,your wisdom indicated retribution...
Form: Ballad


On Readers Digest 4

Dear readers, Reader’s Digests denote
That readers read and clearly emote
Their feelings out and try to devote
Their money and time for this rowboat.
The mind that reads it will surely vote
Their success that is sure to roam afloat.
Let be a doctor, teacher or student tote
This is a boon that always does quote
Famous personalities known or remote;
Ideas or thinking or reports wrote
Jokes, humour or news or misquote
All are fitted in just a little groat.
Unlike Narada, RD does connote:
Little price, high yields in a mote.
The only book with a lot of footnote,
This will save us from being a dote.
Lastly, it is like Gita a good keynote.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member So Faithfully Aimlessly Basically Grace For Me- -

I
aimlessly;
Do basically;
So faithfully;


my
specialty;
to tastefully;
inlatency;

graciously;
gratefully;
joyfully;

So
faithfully;
I aimlessly;
Dobasically;

brazenly do;
gainfully to;
case study shamelessly, shows us;
faithlessly favorably spaciously the creation in me;


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Wuhn Triangular A New Free Verse
 Form type  invented by ??????????????
3 syllables Wuhn pronounced "One"  is form type where you must have two or more triangle shaped verses.
Each verse has to be 1 syllable one or two lettered word to start on top of the word triangle. The 1 syllable word needs to "highlighted or underlined to denote the top of the triangle
Followed by one 3 syllable word
Doing this minimum twice stacking these verses on top of each other making a sort of stack-able pyramid

Success

Success.  By definition, it means a favorable or desired outcome.  Funny, that doesn’t denote a positive or negative act.  It only states a favorable outcome, the accomplishment of an intent.  Good or bad, attainment of a goal is a success.

Competitions...  Exams...  Deadlines?  Does a trophy feel the same as money?

Success is addicting, right?  When we achieve success, we want to repeat it.  If we did it once, we can do it again.  Fall? Get back up and try harder. How many people have ever said, “Wahoo, I lost again!!!  I hope I score last place next time!!!”

Winning a title brings with it a prestige...  Honor...  Something many strive for.  Second place, third place, anyplace.  It doesn’t matter.  When it matters enough, we get back up and try harder with the hopes that we will be...  A success - a favorable or desired outcome.

What success are you known for?
© Byron Kaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

Premium Member Blood-stained poppies

Blood-stained poppies mark the day that human
sacrifice did harden the skins of the less murderous mass
for such a brutal aghast affair, how the God all mighty
would formidable bear witness to grief beyond repair

Out into the fields, neither would yield-with bullets they
would tear but what would a stealthy, shrewd general care if many
died on duty which left a nation dumbfounded by the levity and 
gravity of a war that was deemed
to be of grandness, valiant soldiers of fallacious valour 
mercilessly gunned down and with
no gratification, them forsaken, while the gutless
general is less sanctimonious, pious in his approach for the
fighting did persist, until finally that last shot,
at last serenity in the calamitous storm, birdsong instead 
of less fanciful peaceful flight, that night the serendipitous surviving
soldier did sleep so tight, a nation did succumb to pitiful sorrow 
and pain-so the poppies do denote blood-stain and brutal,
grim, gutless gain

The Times They Are Yet Still a Changing and Moving Onwards

Cometh the end of each and every 
December

January so to with it as well bringeth a 
new year to start a fresh once all over
again 

And though the time and date and 
solar winds may change

The seasons somehow however never seemingly do

The sky is still just as blue as the sun
is red grass is green as is the night
tinged in black

Just as like when spring and summer
eventually return and dawn

Denote it's time to pack away our
winter warming clothes into the
back of our closets and cupboard
draws

That unless we truly feel within and
inside our head and heart's 

A certain individual kind of love 
and caring does reside that warms
us dearly

Then matter's not the time or season
place or age

Tomorrow they will be no more richer or
poorer 

If nothing changes and everything remains

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