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Story
I pull the dusty well-worn tome
Down from the high shelf in my home
Now blow and scatter all the flecks
As children gather, craning necks..
Anticipation glistens in their eyes
As if a fairground vendor's prize
Is handed down from garish stall
This gift of words that will enthrall
And so to start..
What wonders can this tale impart?
Adventures, battles, dragons, princes?
Escapes from death, to catch our breath
And calls so close the audience winces
A story captures imagination.
Thus passed to friend, then tribe, then nation
Courageous is the human trait
That shines against the odds of fate
Struggles through the moonlight quest
To strengthen, sharpen. To be the best.
A faithful steed to clamber hills..
A trusty blade to fight windmills
Fantastic creatures of the night
That snap and snarl, at ankles, bite
Testing all the pure resolve
To overcome. And puzzles solve.
And in this tale all play their part
Even though a darkened heart
Obstructs and hinders.
Like midnight chimes for fleeing Cinders.
But this, no magic Disney book
No stereotypical pirate Hook.
No flying carpet. No dancing bear.
Yet something special lingers there..
The truth revealed eventually;
Persistence beats adversity
With faithful steps and trusted sword
The sharpness of the purest Word
A wonderous tale to light the eyes;
Giants, snakes, kings and spies,
Angels, villains, light and colour
A story like you've heard no other
So pass to daughters, siblings, sons
This truth the light of many suns
For every generation reaches
Out for Hope this volume teaches
So search the book shelf, reach from high
Prepare to laugh, prepare to cry
Uncover truth of One so bold.
The greatest story ever told.
Jinjagoliath
29th March 2021
No one can reach except...
nothing can touch except...
Wisdom sparks in it indeed
Out of ego's concern
without any possession
carries on own duties
Cloud obstructs
with all strength barks
but, no change happens to it
The brightest and glorious helping "Sun"
till within the time span
from inception, is on service
Form:
Trying to move the mountain, a daunting task I faced,
Only a few pebbles moved, the rest firmly in their place.
But undeterred, I ventured on, determined to achieve,
For I knew that with perseverance, I could surely succeed.
Yet in my dreams, I see another mountain, one of doubt,
A towering presence, casting shadows all about.
It obstructs the avenues, making progress hard to find,
But with clear communication and unwavering faith, we'll leave doubt behind.
In the realm of dreams, I encounter yet another sight,
A mountain of mistrust, shrouded in darkness and blight.
But trust can be built with reliance and helpful deeds,
Together, we can move this mountain and fulfill our needs.
No mountain is too high, no challenge too great,
For love's strength can conquer both time and fate.
With a shared belief and actions that align,
We can overcome any obstacle and let our love shine.
Every moment we have, it’s not ours to idle away,
It’s not ours to cosy in slumber,
The night is not faceless,
And the day is not merely a superficial series of events.
We walk through a door leading to others connected in time,
Mystery intertwines with these connections,
We search for answers that plunge us deeper into the mystery’s wormhole,
Each piece leads to the next, but we’re yet to complete the puzzle.
Hope is the lamp that brightens our paths in the stygian night,
When the moon and stars are cocooned in layers of darkness,
When the susurration of the rivers plucks on the strings of melancholy,
And an oppressive heaviness obstructs the redemption light.
Every moment we have is ours to pursue our purpose,
Summon the elements to unveil the day’s splendour,
Uncover the treasures hidden in the night’s chamber,
Find guidance in the stillness of our souls,
Until we’re greyed and frayed by time.
May 7, 2025.
Rhythmic pose arcs lifting elegant ambience
Graceful dance enshrines artful renascence
Visceral posture invites emotional response
Festive celebration of aesthetic renaissance.
Attired in red and blue of simple elegance
Glorious style augments swirling excellence
Left arm risen high points gracious eminence
Finger tips lift vivid attire in quiet eloquence.
Golden bangles adorn wrists flirting in stare
A lone yellow flower crowns her silky hair
Folded right arm obstructs in a defiant dare
Index finger hides grief, eyes closed in prayer.
Head turned right, arched with sculpted flair
Tense neck muscles manifest muted despair
Open fingers gesture a stealth grievous flare
Air of intellectual grandeur opulently glares.
Ponder why the painter didn't show her eyes
Discover invisible pain vibrant colors disguise
Beneath the splendor lies a hidden surprise
Cultural dance-music echoes her silent cries.
September 22, 2017
Placed 1st:Poems that paint a picture
Painter: Anna Razumovskaya
Sponsor: Silent One
HM: Strand choice U contest by Brian Strand
Don't knock me for opening doors
that lead to new
& different perspectives
We're all perceptions peering from
the inside out while
being viewed by other aspects
of ourselves
Shells of former selves fight for
relevance as the new
arises with a higher
intelligence
This battle continues under the
surface but is prevalent
& bound to be seen nonetheless
Much respect is given to those that
are able to overcome
this struggle by fighting
until the task is put to rest
Every door is a portal into a separate
reality the same as
wormholes lead to different
spatial mentalities
The definition of reality is a fallacy
but everything is both
true & farce
Foreign ideas spark conversations that
start a forest of fires but
this is needed in order to get
to the heart of the ire
Your mind is a park with many
trees so keep
control of the flame
as smoke obstructs vision
of roads & terrain
Good ideas go down easy like smart
water so absorb
this intellectual rain
if you're parched
Is it insane to want to leave a
box with all of its
walls & ceilings?
Or is it crazy to run in circles
just to suppress what
your heart & mind
are feeling?
It's never finished—
endless need for dab or daub
with ink, paint, still wet
pen and brush, quiver and quake
aching for last touché touch.
Mind waits, contemplates—
sees the flaws, fizz, flaunt, and seethe,
edges come undone,
making more space to be filled,
with more touché there instilled.
Smooth will not lie smooth,
each move runs against the grain
tremors spill lava,
each correction answers back—
it's never enough—touché.
Obsession obstructs
the path towards completion,
becomes a minefield
of bits missing in action,
cowardly in dissension.
There's fingerprint smears
on every surface, shined clean
to show perfection—
obsession won't rest until
each shine shows more hidden rust.
At last, the step back—
but the work clings on, and on,
it won't—can't let go
obsessed with never-ending
contraire touché affair.
What if I don't want the
smudges off the shields?
Why should I seek what
races away from me?
Not all struggles are
worth the sweats.
Can I choose myself and
forget about how ironed
my shirt should be?
How laced my shoes are.
Can I embrace the empty feelings
of frustration? Build a pack alone,
set the sky on fire, sink in those rough
edges so it obstructs the reflection
because my view reminds me that
I'm not enough. Spent years
searching for lights, yet I stay darkened.
I looked back and everything changed, life afresh at its peak.
Can I choose to burn my wings
and accept my fate, a failure?
Maybe lie on the beach
sculpting fishes in my head.
Lit candles, twirl around
hoping it manifests.
Because in the end what
use are the strives?
The world remains numb,
my stress and worth, palliatives.
But then, what is purpose
without thorns?
What is pain without tears?
Mourn without death?
Maybe I can grow if I wither.
I should treat my losses
and bleeds like paints.
Wear a mask until I'm healed.
Stand on my ground,
clean the surface so I see
my mistakes, maybe a glow.
Upon my sunshine when yesterday rains
Dwelling in my present uninvited
Clueless of today's closing arguments,
The joy of tomorrow my new-dawn claims
No point whispering to lovelorn woes
When I can sweet-talk to portrait of love,
And paint my canvas in vibrant brush-strokes
Exactly as I wish to see you tomorrow
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
If the past takes back to a wintry storm
And all I recall is the shrouded form
I think of the way the seasons change
As the Spring of tomorrow shines your day
Yesterday's twilight warns dusk of today
Stars of the night don't come out every day
But hope is eternal and patience does pay
If I wait till tomorrow, I will have my say
When glorious daybreak smiles on my sky
Vanquishing doubts my dreams fly high
Not a hint of the known obstructs my view
As the allure of tomorrow I rejoice in you
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
November 15, 2018
Placed first in the Tomorrow poetry contest by Edward Ibeh
Placed 3rd: Strand select 7 contest by Brian Strand
When you loss a loved one
Everything you shared together
Begins to fade away
The memories you created together
Will always hunt you
Because memories always
Bring back memories
Some would bring you melodies
Which acts as a medicine for relief
Some would bring you sorrow or agony
Making your heart heavy
Disrupting your mind
It obstructs your vision
Causing division
One who was visible, now invisible
Two that was together, now apartheid
One who was by your side
Now in the other side
Where there was company
Someone to vent to, when wary
Now void, and filled with worries
Life becomes unbearable
Leaving you vulnerable
Making your life miserable.