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Elevations and Invocations

Elevations and Invocations 

Elevated thought forms from a stringent disposition 
Relegated to warn the innocent of the incoming derision 
Segregated from the form as insight pierces my vision 
Consecrated by a storm of violent premonitions 

Invocations of melancholy streaming down from a moonlit sky
Provocations of pure folly as they don’t stop to even ask why 
Intonations of the sorry that are nuanced when they cry 
Imitations of worry line the face of a woman about to die  

Alleviations of suffering allowing temporary relief 
Commiserations of an offering that is consumed by grief 
Configurations of stuttering as the image defies all rational belief 
Constellations of wondering stars that shine like a wayward thief

Pure intention invoked by honesty and virtue that eviscerates the unkind 
Demure retention provoked by beauty and the grace of the refined 
Mature reflections bespoke the complexity of her convoluted mind 
Statures of inventions that are beguiling to the nature of mankind 

Amalgamating process, form, design and structural cohesion 
Promulgating progress and reform only to find that it defies logic and reason 
Infiltrating undulating societal norms that could justify as treason 
Pontificating from a pulpit to warn and subjugate the season 

Uplifting the notion of benevolence toward the highest of regard 
Shape-shifting upon the ocean as the sunset divides into light shards
Grifting on the concept of devotion that is sung by sincere bard 
Shifting the underlying commotion to grace when it all becomes too hard

The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Higher Is Your Prospect

Look up to the mountain so high
according to your eyes, it's very far
it seems way out of your reach
so many miles away from being a star

Realise there is a calling upon us
this calling has a divine hand
one that power's not human
but is eternal forever to stand

Rise, rise and rise so he cries
there comes a time to rise on high
then our eyes see above the clouds
even the moon and stars look so nigh

Our statures will touch the skies
when we stay close to form
irresistible is our call to rise
then we'll resist the storm

Higher is your prospect
to rise from earth's drain
the prize is ever up there
so leave behind the last pain

(Quote 
'We never know how high we are till we are called to rise, then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies'
- Emily Dickinson )
Form: Rhyme

Pictures of You

Picture of many statures,
Different styles and postures,
I have seen some options,
But this omioho uchenna queen has got a priceless worth,
As d name implies,
Beauty is divine,
So  I smile at  her style,
Among the many your  picture is different,
Nothing  less I could tell,
Something more you could hear,
Would love to b her prince,
And she 2b my  princess,
No contest love is in the air,
Imagine a. cupid in between here,
Smile from me 2her,
Hope she smile to my poem like waoh!!!
I'm her  biggest catch so  don't frown,
Its just a thought I  would love to make a reality,
What if she has an hand bag,
Hey I'm shy but I don fall 4her ,
Her Pictures is the  best have seen in a while,
A damsel to behold is never far,
I like this  omalicha.
Form: Imagism

Headed to the call

The future called and I responded, armed with scars my years of acquired wisdom and rife experience, declared with voice of reason, a projection of matter, called for fellow age group, but trend and fame caught them in its web, 

chose to ride alone for alone was I conceived, going against the law of humanity, the spirit of Ubuntu, my mind declared war, war on postponement and wavering, for the journey demands uprightness and bravery, 

my undying desires for progress, my inner being erecting flag of hope for generations yet undiscovered, hearing simmering vibrations in my belly button, evoked by my birth cord right, a right to create and leave trademark meant to challenge what God hands designed to no limit, 

my undying pride for better and transformative tracks with trails of gazing back no more for the enemy heading the forefront of the future, success. My pursuit for foundation meant to breed seeds of eternal challenged perception and visioning.

Being of the seed that refuse to go unnoticed, placing everywhere, marks that evokes minds and creative of the future, so unshakeable daily on mission to create possibilities where existed none, for the calling still yet not reached it's silent lay, fueling the course to wash every barrier at exposure, 

with my contributions like statues meant for generational reference, a generation of matter and reason, of statued and statures, the remarkable signage  of irrevocable pioneering for change and immensely innovation, a future called and I heed to the voice 
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