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Premium Member The Fathomless Abyss

While my spirit is feeble for managing, my soul can. 
Each birth and death occurred throughout one's lifespan.
Undoubtedly, pride and ego inspirations are useless. 
I've isolated myself from the remainder of the universe.
 
They have irreversibly shattered our deep vulnerability.
Nothing is easily recognizable under modern tyranny. 
They have consisted of distinct pieces of information.
Prioritize their philosophy above the dome of reputation.
 
The gap between rough and delicate is sole sharpness.  
We're stranded in the great Earth's space, breathless.  
The sky is proved pristine and pure, while Earth is a struggle 
The Earth has not arisen as a result of the sky's sparkle. 

Mists that are dull and drift float gently into the horizon. 
Sneaking around for one mass of pride amidst wizen.  
The act of pillorying is done to embrace the ignored.  
I modestly provide advice to those that are rejected.

This description illustrates what I mean by extortion. 
This is the foundation for my inexplicable suspicion.  
Our choices have a solid relationship with the chance. 
He was also injured by the tough probe enhance.



Written: July 31, 2021

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Form: Rhyme


Our Political Participation

I've come to say a few things about our political involvement,
Important is this because our future is on the edge of  precipice,
And is dangerously tilting irreversibly towards enslavement,
If urgently not arrested we pay the unholy bitter Price.

How easily a people once astute and meticulous,
Got swerved towards the edge of political escarpment,
Punders sane mind, so absurd and so ridiculous,
Though it be inflicted by  unnegotiated  predicaments.

Then make I bold to interrogate and not to despair,
To investigate, scrutinize and not to speculate,
Prescribing solutions so simple and so straight,
Least I be misjudged and suspiciously at glared.

Despise not that which I say because of its simplicity,
For truths, real truths unadulterated  are always simple,
And need not be subjected to unwarranted duplicity,
But be accepted by souls learned and simple.

Is this predicaments not caused by lack of participation?
Was it not caused by poor political permutations?
Are we not plagued by lack of proper political calculation?
When against action we choose unfounded speculations.

Have we not indulged so much in self aggrandizement?
Have we not taken the destructive path to political oblivion?
Have we not despised the Zikist ideology and movement,
When we choose "sit at home"  in every election?

Refused we not to galvanize 20 million votes for our leaders?
Have we not disdainfully despised our leaders,
And make it practically impossible to organize us?
When we claimed that politics is not for us?

What else on the negotiation table do we bring,
Except the uncalculated threats of secession?
What if on the table 20 Million votes we bring?
That would grant all our interests protection.

Oh! What is he saying? Does it really matter?
All we want is our freedom from this contraption,
Their political system is bedeviled with  corruption,
So we do not want to get involved in their matter.


In the final analysis it does not really matter,
What the political system is - whether it be perfect.
We do not need perfect political systems,
We need political participation that's perfect.

I say this one and I cease to say no more,
I Say not everything for want of time and space,
But that we participate even as we continue to ask for more,
As people of peace who for others set the pace.

Premium Member Perhaps

You seem immune to worry or concern,
you haven’t a care in the world.
Perhaps you think you’ll somehow live forever
defying laws that have ruled time itself.
Disturbs me to see time wasted away.

Are we possibly stuck at an impasse ~
tangible reality juxtaposing mundane absurdity?
You close your eyes the world stops,
how are you so carefree?
Perhaps you cater to the ludicrous delusion
that by ignoring time you’ll outrun it.
Pains me to see time wasted away.

I’m beyond comprehending such nonchalance,
time is irrefutably a most valuable commodity.
Moments elapsed are irreversibly gone ~
their squandering an unforgivable crime.
Kills me to see time wasted away.



Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines, each line has 5 or 7 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on September 20, 2025 for contest PERHAPS, A POEM submittted by JOHN LAWLESS  -  Honorable Mention
Form: Other

Premium Member Dead Center

November descends delicately,
          crisp, crimson-gold
   landing languidly midway between 
          'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day'
      and 'Now is the winter of our discontent' -
              dead center between its nurturing tree
          and the leaf pile bound for burning

Casually clad in T-shirt and shorts
        on my makeshift cardboard sled
   middle age's gravity conveys me irreversibly
           down summer's green, grassy slope
     towards the snow-shrouded vale -
               I find myself halfway between
        where I did not want to leave
                   and where I do not wish to visit

Midway between the eulogy 
       and the forlorn trumpet playing 'Taps'
  it dawns on me that life is not entirely about the
           sunshine on our backs nor the coming snowbank
      but about searching for the sunrise
               on the far side of
         the next hill


1 November 2022
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Premium Member It Rained That Day

It rained that day - 

incessant, driving rain 
that mirrored my watery brokenness. 
Teeming tears, teeming rain, teeming torrents 
of gnawing, agonizing pain. 

It rained that day - 

overpowering the inefficient 
stressed out drain. A gurgling back-flow 
of uncomfortable memories re-surging 
in my mind again.....and again, 

as the rained poured - 

bitterness and streaming resentment 
onto the saturated ground. 
The only sound the beating downpour 
on the tinkling window pane, 

and I watch it falling......... 

falling apart .... 
like the shards of my heart; 
blade shaped, and stabbing mercilessly 
at once precious memories now irreversibly tarnished 

as they gush, tumbling down that overburdened drain....... 

swirling in the sewage, wasted, acrid smelling, 
torrential.....then gone from sight - 
like you, gone, held tight, but gone, with the rain 
down the drain, never to be seen again ......... 

It rained that day - 

the day you left me bereft and 
devoid of emotion. Sore from emotional misuse. 
Untrusting. Hatches battened. Defences built; 
walls constructed never to be scaled. 

It rained for a while, 

but today the sun shone.


Nikech, Jaber Iber

I tender my application,
To render their resignation,
All that submitted application,
Which was an indication,
They wanted my indignation,
And so, let me give them some education,
Stop this confusion !
Jaber won my affection,
Jaber promulgated my heart constitution
She’s the only medication,
Written on my prescription
Irreversibly for my condition
Nikech, jaber iber.

Let me shout to the mountains,
That fountains of your love,
Form the curtains of my heart,
My heart yearns for you,
My heart learns from you,
My life leans on you, 
Jaber is my one in all,
If you all recall
And certainly, my one in a lifetime
Greatest of all times
Nikech, jaber iber.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Friend This Is the End

Many intimates might collapse, we realize,
And direct us to strive solely in this place,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.

We say he imparted when we survey his space,
Some are eager, friends return as we eulogize,
Angels beset him and herald his embrace,
Many intimates might collapse, we realize.

Adversity is forlorn, no matter how time flies,
A gone friend feels like a limb misplace,
Assigning a friend's loss bond ethical mates,
And direct us to strive solely in this place.

Our chums are silent, yet they've left men race,
They went one step down a path we will equalize,
Enjoying a friend may no more provide solace,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes.

Sadness confines us with infinity-long ties,
Some folk enters our life forbear a long trace,
Of our feelings, causing irreversibly applies,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace. 

We can't stop preferring a friend since he dies,
Notably, if he's worthier than anyone, you notice,
Splitting from living pals, anguish amplifies,
When relished life fully and truly, fate may glance.

Written: June 7, 2022
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Leaves That Are Green

A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown

Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly 
and the leaves that are green turn to brown





All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.
Form: Quatrain

Ashes 2 Love

One can only hope

Unless probably depending on 
the certain circumstance under
which the couple split

And whether or not you we're 
in fact the one who left or the
one got left

And simply are somehow
unable to let go

That long after the disappointment
pain and hurt have settled down
afterwards

That the initial spark of attraction
that ignited their desire to want to
go out with each other in the
1st place

That in the beginning burnt and
raged like an uncontrollable
wild bush fire 

Will also eventually over time 
die out if it is not stoked and
has fresh fuel poured on it

And if it is to be dampened
irreversibly

And the fire does go out it 
becomes virtually impossible
to reignite

And it's then all about the clear 
up and seeing if there is anything 
left worth salvaging

Other than Ashes

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