Long Refrained Poems
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Surrender your ill feeling
Exchange it for due healing
Years have seen you offended
And they hoarded all that God intended
In position, provision and power.
That you grumble at the hour
And all the dreams and perks unforthcoming
Rage and unease in your heart are swarming
It makes your chest to heavy to bear
And if a cloak, too heavy to wear
With such a soul borne stain
Wouldn't power only swell the pain
Wouldn't treasure trample even the sacred
Praise for calibre would go to rebellion instead
And in the wake of heroes of wars
Will be the mourning of scores
So has God in love and wisdom
Refrained many from the spoils of the Kingdom
To save them and to save others
Lest even the staunchest faith withers
Every heart rests on His scales
And let it come to pass that after many fails
That I soonest lay down every burden
And cease to be lost amongst the brethren
Sanctify myself into a vessel of honour
Fear and trembling be salvation's working manner
Pressing on like those that God made great.
That I may grow in stature and in state
In time, in step and in tune
So I and destiny can commune
K. Muitherero.
god drawing hearts in with unexplained emotion,
not knowing the cause with immeasurable devotion,
pulling out one's soul in his own special way,
by timing, by chance, accomplishing what he needs to say,
what needs to be met, and what his purpose to be learned,
to have no regrets with chance meetings discerned,
filled with adoration, moments frozen in time,
dreams of reason and love that only god intertwines,
in heaven we'll experience the wholeness we shared,
partly shown feelings here, fully felt feelings there,
the special, the marked, ones who furthered our soul,
ones god used on this earth to build up spirits whole,
if unable to express on earth loves beauty refrained,
god will allow loves meeting on his heavenly plains.
Form:
I have descended down from the mountain
From being another one
A man whose errands were Norwegian snow
To one whose role I now not know
I have fallen far from a midnight fountain
To spring from work and work alone
Whose parole to parley silence
Now must insight some other sense
To be someone and then another,
A bit here, there, but never anywhere,
Is to hide from you so you can seek,
The winter that makes me more than bleak
Courageous but also seeking cover,
A secret grove gives light to wear,
The tree whose soul makes me weak,
Into her hands my tears are meek.
The snow, white and grizzly in my beard,
My chiseled hair wild in the fierce north,
Now tamed, refrained and differently framed,
What lies in the brush but civility tamed.
My dishevelment is certainly not to be feared,
A finer figure will soon come forth,
Whose mimicry will appear contained,
To settle down with mind pertained.
Down, down we all must someday go,
For to stay around too long up high,
Is to bother new shadows who need their space,
From your ashes they too must build a face.
Tell me brother that all this you know,
That the hull of summer makes the winter rye,
The Nordic way is like man’s big race,
To leave this earth with a skier’s grace.
Back to the heights I soon do trek,
Here below I breath but just barely so,
The sea in the north is not the sea of paradise,
For fish indeed but surfers please think twice.
Miles high beyond the hills lies a sleeping wreck,
A day dreams carving a downwards flow,
Under a layer of snow a family feasts on salted mice,
A wasteland refuge for solid people made of ice.
Leaving it all behind.
Tears are solid, crisp and blind.
Ties are meant to be broken.
When the truth is not spoken.
I lose track of time, with my rhymes.
My love and life, it was skipped.
For this I'm not equipped.
Tracks of blood left untouched.
I missed you, very much.
No one makes a sound at night.
Who guarantees that its all going to be all right?
Its not appealing to see.
That you are no longer a sacred part of me.
Tracks without fingerprints inked onto paper.
Love once lost, no longer gained.
Mercy remained---
From these words, refrained.
Disguised, isolated, kept as a slave.
Followed, to the grave.
Am I a soul you wish to save?
I thank you for all that you gave.
You're amazing, indeed, a forbidden secret.
Locked inside your memory.
After today, my greatest, isolated discovery.
This day will go on without lies.
For in the end, my soul, will not be the one, who cries.
The desolate wasteland of trepidation traversed
by my jagged life that strived relentless for so long
to smoothen the innate angularities of serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of sucking indignation.
Siphoned into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a pathway of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my affable heart,
not yet frozen passive in the prolonged winter of desolation.
The spring of longing came with fragrance of fervor,
floated on the dreamful wings of fleeting emotive time
across the flush of my floral heart where you had flittered
like a butterfly creating the cadence of chromatic symphony.
The concert of the mesmeric music of my yearning,
refrained the rhythm of concealed current called love,
that rolled between you and me to interweave us forever,
as engrossed emotions danced with the ripples of rhapsody.
The Ember of Love
As he was walking along the busy shopping street an old woman, came toward him
He knew her but hadn't seen her for many years
once upon a time, he had loved her very much
they both stopped; she remembered him and forthright, as she always was, told him he looked old
She was old also but refrained from telling her
Their hair was white and brittle, and her prominent nose had dropped, giving her a look like a witch.
They hugged, and he told her she looked great!
Behind the thick-rimmed glasses she wore, he saw
a glimmer of her lost beauty.
After some more pleasantries, they parted.
Before turning the corner of the street, he turned around, didn't see her, and knew he would never see her again.
On the last day of the week
you were the first person to ask me
on a movie date
and this was the first time I refrained from hesitation
the first time in a long time I've loaned my bones expose
and as it plays on my unforgivable fidgeting
begins twisting in positions in my seat
trying to lay my head on your chest
without breaking my neck
and I’m sorry I couldn’t just
become comfortable
and I’m sorry it’s about more than
just the movie
and I’m sorry I was more focused
on what I wanted taken
than was capable of giving
and I’m sorry all I can do is sputter off
apologies after you've
long since stopped listening
Ronald Rump reasonably roasted
Remarkable – recourse retaining rickety
rambling reverence regarding “r.”
Ronald Rump
repugnant racist republican reviled -
rickettsia re:itch ruler.
Rapaciously ravaged
revered reverential rubric.
Radical ruthless renegade
rapidly riotously ripped rigged ramparts.
Refrained retaining remnant
redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
Riches rudely ruptured rooted rectified rights.
Ruckus ricocheted revenant reign.
Ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
Rambunctious rapscallions rollicked;
rendered ruinous ramifications.
Rusty razor razing revenge rented reprisal.
Rabid rectal rictus rotten
rebranded re-calibrated redoubt.
Rambunctious revolutionaries rejoiced.
Ruffians rode roughshod
routing reigning royalty.
Reiterated revetting robust recidivist rationality.
Rode Rolls Royce relentlessly
rendering rock ribbing.
Riffraff raconteur raised reactionary response.
Revisited rancorous restrictive
redlined realigned rightward rivets.
Robocop ridiculously
rubber-stamped reorganization.
Recalcitrant reactors released rapture.
Rash Russian roulette
reconnaissance raconteurs racked rubles.
Red room reflected Republican RNA.
Rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats
revoked righteous refulgent repertory.
Rapier robed robbers ransacked
reliquary resounding retaliation.
Retaliatory redcoat regnum
reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiled rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered
rifled relics raffled.
Rookie raves ripe rackful
rubenesque reliably ranked.
Refulgent rotundity requisite
requirement re: reappointment.
Road-tested, roadworthy
redeem reapportion routed role.
Reprehensible reassignment
rapidly recognizes response.
Rife rampage removed respectability – respect.
Responsible roused restitution refuted.
Risky resultant reconnoitering
runaway railroad reverberated rivalry.
Reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirmed
redoubling ridding revitalization.
Reconfiguration realpolitik reinstated repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
Requisition required resilient reseeding republic.
Regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
Rare recount restoring recondite
renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives
rejoice reclaiming reins.
she stood on an empty bucket with a tight noose around her neck
when doubts crept in through a hole in the bottom of the rusty vat
naked she was twisted torn with defeat tattooed into a punctured heart
vacant echoes of darkness played a symphony in search a broken record
on desiccated skin she had painted all regrets in bright orange crayons
scratched it over with charcoal and waited for final accords of freedom
a mistuned guitar offered Nirvana but an accordion drew out suspense
screechy fiddles bowed to the drum beat calling for tranquil surrender
slit wrists oozed sorrowed blood on transition to redemption and closure
the kitchen smelled of gas as her match stick legs gathered last strength
she had not eaten for weeks and trusted liquor had been her only companion
if only she could overcome apathy and inhibition to pitch up her courage
but her arteries refused to relinquish blood for fatigue to settle for broke
the vessel stood rock solid on shaky grounds of a tiled kitchen floor and
she wondered whether the rope was a rubbery pendulum waiting to snap
and therefore she hesitated at the threshold between paradise and hell
well she pondered I’ve got that one out of the system I might as well live
off my list now I know how it feels like to hand over the conductor’s baton
if my inner audience hesitates to cast the final curtain the show must go on
when she refrained from muting an orchestra she faded for silence to grow
she almost tripped the fuse but severed the cord and rewired her feelings
to align with the desperate reason that life on the edge was better than death
13th November 2020
Belinda was a real knock-out,
the finest lady a lucky guy could find,
she let her desires explode in semi-darkness
as the ascending moon refrained from shining brightly.
Our fervent passion took us to the extremes,
kisses sweeter than chocolate drove us wild,
hugs warmer than the evening sun lit our internal fire,
nights never ended their eternal bliss as sunrise dazzled and blinded us.
Where's my pretty Belinda...in the arms of someone else?
No, Belinda don't delude yourself: I was the best of your conquests,
gentler and more sensual than those one-night stand guys who used you and left!
Will you go back to those moon-lit nights when our rolling bodies were free of guilt?
I hug the pillow where her head rested after the explosion occurred
in our bodies emitting sweat and the heaviest breath to enjoy the ecstasy,
then with kisses that only I could invent, I caressed her with my warm hands;
she smiled to let me finish what I started with eagerness and bring it to completion...
fulfilling my desires with insatiable sensuality! Oh, Belinda was a real knock-out!
There was no gal more beautiful than Belinda...everything in her was perfection;
she only left a farewell note that the morning breeze tossed,
" Thanks for a wonderful night. " Was that all that she wanted? To use me and leave,
making me forever remember that Belinda was a real knock-out?