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If you think you have missed the Year of the Ox, no worries my friend.
Chinese say it begins on February the 12th and follows 2021 to the end.
Year of the Ox promotes hard work, positivity and honesty for sure.
It is reputed to be calm, patient, methodical, and agreeably pure.
If you happen to be an Ox personality, then 2021 is definitely for you.
She will show off her colors patiently and calmly with loyalty of blue.
She is methodical, trustworthy, with happy repercussions you will like.
There will be a methodical reliable pattern to her, and hardly any strife.
In a mere twenty-one days, the Year of the Ox we can fully depend.
She will inspire confidence throughout the world, for Ox is your friend.
She will not overstep, annoy, stir up trouble, cry, scream or wail.
Her soothing ways will calm down the feelings of the world, without fail.
I smile so often at you,
I call your phone every single day on earth,
I talk to you softly and sweetly,
With a voice so charming as the spell;
I look at you with so much pity and love,
And I cry when you ignore me.
I check on you as much as I can,
Asking whether you are okay or not,
Wanting to know whether or not you have eaten;
I do all I can to care for you.
Because I love you as much as I love myself.
My ways of action towards you,
Are the true definition of who I am,
They portray what I am at heart.
A generous,softhearted,loving and caring woman;
Because that is who I was brought up to be;
It is who I was taught to grow into;
By my people, and the church and the teachers.
They did a job worth recognition,
And if there is one thing they forgot,
They did not tell me about my boundaries,
The limits I should stop at in your life.
What I do for you,I do for others,
What I do with you,I do with others,
How I treat you,I treat others in a similar manner,
The way I talk or speak to you,
Is just the same way I speak to them.
I do not change my color,the way a chameleon does.
I do all I do not with any expectations from you,
I come to you in peace and the highest degree of humanity,
Not after anything,not UpTo any intentions,
But you destroy my name,my reputation;
When you think of me in an otherwise dimension!
When I hug you,my male friend,
It's not that I am falling in love with you.
When I clean your kitchen,dear woman,
It's not because I want your food.
When I praise you,young girl,
It's not that I envy you.
When I greet you,smart teacher,
I do not want you to cheat exams for me.
Do not mistake my actions for what I want in life.
Besides,make Known to me the boundaries I mustn't overstep.
Also, do to me,what you would like me to do to you.
And life will be a fair game to all of us!
If you think you have missed the Year of the Ox, no worries my friend.
Chinese say it begins on February the 12th and follows 2021 to the end.
Year of the Ox promotes hard work, positivity and honesty for sure.
It is reputed to be calm, patient, methodical, and agreeably pure.
If you happen to be an Ox personality, then 2021 is definitely for you.
She will show off her colors patiently and calmly with loyalty of blue.
She is methodical, trustworthy, with happy repercussions you will like.
There will be a methodical reliable pattern to her, and hardly any strife.
In a mere twenty-one days, the Year of the Ox we can fully depend.
She will inspire confidence throughout the world, for Ox is your friend.
She will not overstep, annoy, stir up trouble, cry, scream or wail.
Her soothing ways will calm down the feelings of the world, without fail.
A waking up, do I, Dark Poet, need
to shake my creature core from sheltered sleep.
A seed has taken root as bitter weed
that sprouts from disappointments buried deep
inside me, where a well-hid wild thing
with armored skin lifts groggy head to breathe.
No fire escapes its mouth, for it must cling
to courtesy although its blood should seethe.
If roused, the beast could overstep its bounds
and though I’ve tamed it well, I sometimes hear
in dusky dreams its melancholy sounds.
Before the dawn its murmurs disappear.
On bitter weed subsists my dragon child.
Oh, should I let it rest. . . or wake the wild?
For Irma's Dark Poet contest
Written: December 19, 2023
"His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. Edmund Wilson"
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With each fresh day, leaves on trees grew dry.
Stream flow had ceased in the vast waterway.
Enormous boulders collapsed to dust!
Perched on lonesome island of my life fust
I tasted the bitterness of shattered dreams.
Walls stood in my path, hindering laud gleams.
Depart from my delicate and feeble universe!
My nightmares shattered all hope, into a curse.
Departing with daunting sadness and failure.
Wallowing in self-pity, longing for a torn sailor.
I am seriously suffering through my fate!
I was startled when I heard a faint whisper sate.
Optimism is a belief that can lead to success.
Even if roses are cut, spring will still progress.
Shift focus toward kindness, not dwell on pain.
Twiddle to the glorious sky to rise once again.
There are no desperate situations, they say.
Only desperate people endure; they convey.
In the pits of anguish, hope might dwindle.
We mimic inner force to rise without a swindle.
There, within the deepest recesses of our minds.
In a land where shadows hover and dismay binds.
A faint glimmer of light starts to flicker.
We will strive for perseverance and vigor.
Who are these people, you might ask?
Ones who will fit any extent for their task.
They are those who are eager for success.
Steadfast in their quest, they never digress.
They are the skeptics, rebels, and bold.
Who is loath to be tethered by societal mold?
They overstep limits and breach walls.
Unabatedly, their tenacity never stalls.
Ready to accomplish a wide range of things.
They have no fear of spreading their wings.
No snag is too vast, or argue that is too tough.
They are keen on any cost, even if it is rough.
Grace flows, twists, turns, renewing spun gold.
Heaven's enduring doors continue to enfold.
Wistful soul is overtaken by delight scope.
Phoenix emerges from the ashes of lost hope.
I see you bent low
Your head in your hands
Tears dropping on the table cloth
The heavy sighs that no one can hear
Fill my ear
Even past the wall
Between eternity and finite time
I hear
I see
Your guardian angel is near
My orders from the throne
To protect you from harm
Physical….spiritual
To guard your steps
Yet...I see you have not walked
For many an hour
You have been glued to that spot
Unmoving
Only knowing that your universe
Is caving in
Forming a black hole
That is sucking in your soul
The decision is mine to make
I have no time to hesitate…
Overstep my bounds?
Or just hover and watch you drown?
The room fills with light
As I materialize
Hiding my wings
Not wanting to shock you
Not in your present state...
But you are too far gone to see
The gun on the table…ready
So, with one hand I touch your face
With the other under your grizzled chin
I make you look up at me….
Your eyes fill with wonder
You blink away the tears
Trying to focus
Trying to grasp the reality of me
Before you have time to question
I close my lips on yours
And breathe into your mouth
The eternal qualities of heaven
Peace, joy, love and light….
A lingering kiss of life
The moment where heaven and earth collide
And I unfold my wings and envelope you
In a cocoon of heavenly wonder
I enfold you
I feel your strength returning
I will not let you fall
I have heard the unspoken call
Of your bleeding heart…
And as you reach your arms around me…
In that moment…I’m gone
Clothing myself with invisibility
Yet…. just as near
Unseen to your mortal eyes
But as real
As the erratic beating of your heart
I hover near
You exhale slowly
Your breath is on my cheek
The light dims
And you open your eyes
Wondering what delirium
Has come over you
Yet there….there in your hand
A token of the encounter
A white feather
That glimmers in the night
Against orders….
I will stand before the throne
And try to find the words to explain
This strange act...
I could not keep back
I had to guard your life
In the only way I knew how
In that unearthly moment in time
I will find the grace to answer
My reward… the look in your eyes
The radiance of your face
The knowing smile that reveals
You are worthy enough
On a dark and hopeless night
To be kissed….
By the lips of an angel
A guardian angel of light
For Skat's Angel Contest
She senses a strange feeling in her heart,
less than full-blown, and yet more than a thought.
It's not quite love, but it could be its start:
for it's hard to pin down, it shifts a lot.
Fantasies that make her giggle inside
get stored in her vault of secret wishes.
There, sensual feelings get amplified,
like mud between your toes, when it squishes.
She gradually lights up with a smile,
fantasizing about her first lover.
And leaving reality for a while:
seeks feelings she has yet to discover.
And she searches for any telltale signs
feelings may be signaling love's approach.
And yet, she'll not overstep moral lines
for her character is beyond reproach.
Salt a gin and tonic,
It’s too dry.
Assault my temple with sin,
Be honest,
You like the rye.
Look me in my honest eye,
Conversations with myself are the fondest,
Because no one understands me better when I rhyme.
Took a pen and across the paper it slides,
Scribble out the oddest lines.
Apply pressure to the page,
Trickle out ink until the pen has died.
Wet ink is promised to eventually dry,
But tomorrow isn’t promised,
For some reason I can’t help but question why?
After four portions of Moët fine wine,
I tend to think of life as if it’s all just a waste of time.
If tomorrow could be withdrawn then what’s the point of the “grand design”?
If tomorrow I wake up past dawn,
Should I consider myself only one step closer to dying?
Don’t overstep,
The temple has redrawn the walls and implores you to walk within the lines.
It’s not perfect,
But nothing’s wrong with second best.
When it stops hurting,
In comes walking Sudden Death.
We can’t always be our very best,
Attempting perfect,
It feels like burning,
The scars left behind showcase regret.