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Not by itself is life complicated,
Let me not push world to ways of my head.
If I try and forgive but can’t forget,
Worse than a spell in hell my life may get.
What makes things look dark clouds is memory,
So, let me drain off all its history,
And everything in life’s jigsaw would fit,
Suddenly, lo, life’s so simple and sweet!
Good that I cannot my past lives recall,
One life’s memories take enough of toll.
And yet, few foster can that fortitude
To live alone in desert’s solitude,
Wonder, mind can fit a handy hard-disk
That picks and prunes memories at no risk!
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Sonnet in couplets |05.08.2022|
Poet’s note: Reflecting on life, an old couple (old, what else? Youth has just no time to waste on reflections) exchanges views on the ways of world. The husband initiates the discussion and contributes the octave of this sonnet, and wife, the concluding sestet (yes, she always has the last word).
They, the idols who have the right given by you to dispose of your own soul, offer to admire their wise reflections, but do not offer to share their wisdom with them. They don't want you to be on the same level of insight. This is the real culture, derived from the word "cult" - you are allowed to admire, but you cannot touch it, or even come too close. It's a temple value, and it's not for everyone. Only for initiates who know the unwritten rules and rituals. Protected by the state, this plug is invisibly nailed to every object of worship, be it music or painting. But the state is not the best custodian, so only the maniac collectors can provide genuine guarantees of safety that last as long as they are alive. When there are no passionate lovers, both passion and its once adored objects disappear.
Now I have been forced into this position,
I hate having to change my plan of action.
Left to start this ball rolling to gain traction.
This demeanor so commonly full of poise,
I detest the use of superfluous noise.
The rest of my arsenal surely deploys.
My reflection slowly begins splintering
as indignant skin succumbs to blistering.
What I’m repeating is not registering.
Yanking at my emotions only to see
when to pull hard or proceed delicately.
I’m starting to feel you are here to test me.
Your image once clicked initiates rage bait
to rush out of control I can’t moderate.
I wish I had walked away, now it’s too late.
On 14th Feb, valentines day
I spent my afternoon
lying lazily on the hammock at the beach
pondering over the dreams of my youths
with truth constantly reflecting
wondering if true love ever exists
gazing blindly around
not sure of what I see
At the periphery of the beach
a pretty lady in a blue bikini
seats alone she seems busy for herself
sieving sand between her fingers.
a fragrant breeze blows
as her lovely curly hair responds
her lips so soft and red
her eyes, sparkling like stars in the sky
staring at them I felt like I was soaring high
she initiates a smile which blows me away
feeling my heart with regrets
why love never led me to the right person
A dark gentle man
cladded in a pair of slacks
walks towards her
seems her counterpart right
by his right hand he helps her up
on her legs she embraces him warmly
stricken by envy, I feign a smile
as I watch romance take the better of them.
walking hand in hand
the two begin to ease into a special place
a special place for lovers
The lovers nest, a romantic thrill
at the end of the beach
these are only but,
shadows in my eyes.
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
The realm of spirit has many rooms that open doors
to our perception
The key to life lies in your ability to open up to forms
of self-reflection
Our living lessons are meant to teach so please tap
into your emotions
Life is poetry built upon the word so keep constructing
forward motion
Some still believe the backward notion that life only
exists in this dimension
I'd rather beg for forgiveness for forward thinking than
be left behind without permission
New thought initiates life extension as we travel the
road of evolution
Go deeper into yourself when you encounter problems
for it's there you find the best solutions
The dark blue velvet pad of night
Initiates shivers of delight
While the stars and their cold fire
Sparkle with a lover's desire.
The lunar disc sends its silvery glow
Gently to help us on the road we go
While in the night the soft sounds deep
Soothe us on our way to sleep.
With the rising of the glorious sun
All the colours to themselves return
While the cock revels in the crack of dawn
To herald the beauty of another morn.
Then with joy the full-throated choir sings
To tell us day has just found its wings
While with this chorus the flowers afresh
Seduce our senses with their fragrant breath
Night is for the misty- eyed to muse and pine
Day is for the clear-headed to rise and shine.
She has an incredible beauty!
Totally talented but an exceptionally goofy!
Her skin isn’t fair and that’s what I mostly like!
She’s not faking it and that’s why she is liked.
She sometimes gets teased by bunch of guys.
She doesn’t care because she’s a rare spice!
She is someone who knows how to sketch,
Her wildest dreams can be drawn in a simple scratch.
She isn’t fair enough but she lightens my day!
Cheerful eyes of her are smiling and that I must say.
She’s a good friend of anyone,
She values friendship like her most precious one.
One thing that I love about her is her sincerity,
She initiates to do things with love and prosperity.
Some may call her black because she isn’t fair.
Her heart is as white as those clouds of His care.
Form:
FAITH ON MYSELF Triple Acrostic Rhyming
First and fore-most faith on myself.
Analytic judgement to help.
Intelligence initiates.
Truthful approach co-operates.
Heart does not hurt but correlates.
Over all exists confidence.
Neither wobbling nor hesitance.
Me or myself is to depend
Yet good or bad, God will not send.
Sincerity in thought, work, word.
Exploring wonderful world.
Learning at every step of life.
Firm will power is prime belief.
12/02/16
First Place
Who do you have faith in other than God' Contest by Brenda Cheri
The greatest minds are mocked and heckled,
but are usually right.
The greatest knowledge, is usually found,
in the simplest places.
Dreams if not a catalyst, to initiate the revelation
of truth; often contain the truth.
Look within for the golden chalice; the legendary
“Grail”; you’ll find it wrapped in the “golden fleece”.
Wisdom is gleaned in flight across the veil;
no soul, seeking light, is abandoned to the dark.
Mind comes from mind, returns to mind, lives in mind.
The enlightened never use the word, can’t.
If “ignorance is bliss”,
skeptics must be the happiest creatures on Earth.
The gift of denial never pays to light one single candle.
Light is provided free, to the open mind;
the greatest minds are the wires, through which,
the human batteries are charged;
universal mind initiates the transfer.
The light in the darkness, the dreams that come true,
should never be doused by the waters of ignorance.