Long Hampered Poems
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Yond odd orb apared asp cruised crawl
'f hurled hymns hoisted sanity sprawl;
'f cherubic sways marred mercies crave -
t' savor sumptuous stray sanct'ty sprayed.
Ah! Wanky winds bore sewn syll'bles -
furred fabrics meshed b' tide's lips dribbled.
Quav'ring quake teased apt awe - ruined rage;
cramped Cynthia cum azure 'neath raved.
"Seekest what you, ho!", fabrics rent.
Scurried for agora - paunch spelled,
asp basked 'n awe mocked hampered haste's rage;
quiv'ring quotient quoth bruised ire rained.
B' sassy sulphur writ 'n th' Rex visage,
baked was apared asp - mission mazed.
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Note:
a) Of inky intrusion.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Yond - beyond
ii) Apar - armadillo
iii) Asp - snake
iv) Cynthia - moon
v) Azure - unclouded sky
vi) Paunch - stomach
vii) Quoth - said
viii) Ire - anger
ix) Writ - written
x) Rex - King
xi) Visage - face
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'f - if
ii) t - to
iii) b' - by
iv) 'neath - beneath
v) 'n - in
vi) b' - by
vii) 'n - in
viii) th' - the
d) Poet's vocabulary:
i) Ah - Behold
ii) Ho - Tell me.
bank not integrity on a man in penury's bed
for he'd borrow quaking qualities penury lends
if wanky wealth wakes him hither,
rustic rhymes of his attributes is better
give not what you scarcely have
nocturnal nature weeps over hampered halves
love by meagre mind, clasp caution's crest
when love outruns wielded wits, there's moaning mess
sometimes, lanky loves loans you to sassy sky
at felon fall, he's merging massive mile
matchmakers and takers are bruised baits
only a gullible giver makes munchy name
all-times, it pays being a felon fool
than a callous clown in numbed name of "dupe".
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Note: of varying virtues.
I think I’ve a cycle
a monthly mindful
when I will write more
mind will rhyme pour
with ease and a flex
I see readied text
a pick and or mix
choice with index
pen down at pace
ideas not too waste
on my hand my face
capture to place
and given within
is rhythm too win
tight writes begin
like church bells ring
and I really go
fly smooth with flow
overthinking loads
then damaging rows
long winded
loose hinges
from great rhyme fringe
to cringington cringes
however one poem will prevail
do well
and I’ll buzz and I’ll rush
forgetting rubbish writes of sludge
seek a new write
a rhyme alike
set too the standard
but my mind now hampered
nothing happens
complete silence
I can’t see or sense words
the brain of a bird
rhythm wants to occur
but just goes nurr burr turr
I have a time of the month for rhyming
when I tampax it and catch a flow for writing
the seeds bringing to life rhyme
bleeding pen strings pictures your mind
Evergreens, not passing as beauty queens
Along a fence line, there are three of them
Great trees to make a big and splashing scene
But the metal fence is intertwined with their limbs
And their chances of survival are slim
Stump-grinding will destroy them and the fence
So, leaving them there is my best defense
Imprisoned, their potential is doomed
And their growth is hampered, I am convinced
Music played with the wind is out of tune
050920PSCtest, Dizain Poetry. Sotto Poet Rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd. 3P
Like Moses in the desert, I have wandered.
My destination nowhere in my sight.
I’m searching for the joy I have been promised
But hampered by the seeming lack of light.
Like Icarus of old, I am a pris’ner.
I’m chained here to the ground by gravity,
And haunted by the things I can’t accomplish,
The dreams of places I will never be.
Like Samson, I’ve felt utterly defeated.
It’s hard to trust that there’s a higher plan.
I fear giving in to mediocrity.
That where I’ll always be is where I am.
Like Hercules, I’ve had my many labors.
I’ve known my share of failure and success.
So many tests still waiting in my future,
And many miles to go before I rest.
Like everybody else, I have been wounded,
But deep down I am proud of every scar.
For each one tells me I am making progress
Although it seems I haven’t traveled far…
But there’s nothing else to do but move forward, step by step.
So, hand over hand I will climb.
I know it’s true that I may never reach my horizon
But I can leave where I am behind.
All it takes is effort and some time.
Serenity
Two more decades will have ground ageing bones to a sound mightily creaking
Joints spaces diminished, mobility hampered, once kind flexibility rapidly waned
Air flow restricted in lungs stretched to the limit, vascular flow crushingly strained
Skin flaccid dangling from muscles and bones, calcified kidneys unhappily leaking
Tinnitus looming, high pitch audio impaired, hearing aids on full blast and shrieking
Eyes squinting through cataracts, visual perception blurred, night vision constrained
Mind looking back in nostalgia, synapses malfunctioning, slow flux un-contained
On a slippery slope, I might inhabit a mental wheelchair metaphorically speaking
Yet age holds glorious beauty and may bring wisdom, if I call on the youth they retain
A mind full of memories, contentment and still looking forward in compassionate peace
With eyes never the less sparkling insightfully, ears listening without insanity’s speed
Heart soul spirit and mind gathering un-fragmented wholeness, no need to complain
My wheelchair must have a turbo engine for spinning around in the full flight with ease
I’ll race you my lover companion and soulmate, in twenty years love holds all I need
I want to be an Actor, My shyness has hampered me thus far
My Credentials however are worth looking at a STAR
To this day I remember my lines in the 6th Grade Play “King Lear”
“LOOK!! There He is now." For those of YOU who are not Actors
Please; It’s not as easy as it Looks, for instance it took nine weeks
To Perfect the Emotion it took to convey this simple Line
Take One : “LOOK THERE!! He is now, teacher ask What is Now
Take Two : “LOOK!! There he is, NOW, teacher “Is the Castle in shambles”
Take Three : look there HE IS now, teacher “What was he before
So when the day comes that a Great Producer picks up that 6th grade Program
I will speak my POETRY to YOU on the Silver Screen, no, Autographs until
The Sequel
6/6/16
Seeing things from both sides
And copious amounts of smoke rise
With my own eyes
At times, I do not always know why
As the time continues to go by
And according to how the crow flies
Matter and molecules bended
And unexpected things occurred beyond being comprehended
Some of which were unprecedented
Not always was a helping hand lended
Nor was it splendid everytime it ended
Despite what was originally intended
Have some respect and manners
What good is delusions of grandeur?
Some can't even hunt or gather
See for yourself take a gander
And then you'll have your answer
Climbing ladders
My pockets getting fatter
Eyeing what it is I'm after
Before going faster
Amid the molecules and matter
Combining and starting to scatter
The bodies of water drying up or continuing to meander
The droplets splatter
Leaving areas damper
Conflict and slander
And reputations being hampered
Unhealthy obsessions leading to disaster
Out in the pasture
Near rocks of jasper
And flowers of aster
In the field of rye there is a catcher
There is an almost endless chatter
Until its drowned out by the sound of a tractor
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Let my action be of choice and have the absence of necessity to liberate my mind from slavery.
Produce the quality of good state in me.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Give me a home with ease and produce the quality of being free from care.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Produce words of openness and outspokenness without improper familiarities.
Help me be bold and to act without compulsion.
Help me to apply a total absence of restraint to not be hampered or frustrated.
Produce the impossible to help my body jump off the frame and land in my wild imagination.
Help me transcend the laws of basic physics, to hop around in time and space and to skip from one dimension to the next.
Freedom, freedom, where are you?
Help me to have choice and to hop from dimension to dimension.
Liberate me from restraint or compulsion.
Help me to have my blood hum with a hint of you.
Free me from myself and set my soul on fire
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Storm is fierce but I elect
To wend my way towards the beach
Clad in foul weather gear I suspect
'twill be a push to reach.
Down a path, that's far too long
Hampered by intemperate force
Under Sou'wester singing song
The trail is lined with winter gorse.
Sand squishing under boot
Rain, wind, and waves
Ominous atmosphere feels acute
Suddenly feeling not too brave.
With trepidation I observe
Two boats surging within the storm
Volatile weather does unnerve
Wet and weary needing warmth.
Squelching back the way I came
Last look at seething angry sea
Ocean painting of great acclaim
Kodak moment will stay with me.
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