Long Temerity Poems
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When I first beheld her, what a sight!!
I lost my breathe as if I have been in a fight.
though she wasn’t a princess,
she was as beautiful as a goddess.
she didn’t have gold,
but her eyes glimmered like emerald that wasn’t old
I was entrapped in her snare of beauty
I lost myself and my sense of duty
for she occupied my thoughts all the time
when told of my love for her, she accepted with time.
never had the temerity to tell her of my love face to face
of my love for her, I told her thru the phone with grace.
Alone at home, I longed to meet and tease her
and my lips longed to kiss her
I lost my appetite for food
knowing am in love, I thanked God for being so good.
for us to meet, we schedule a date
that day I ate just a grape
Across the street I saw her looking,
then seeing me, she lost her footing
running towards me, she forgot she was in the street
in her hand dangled a packet of sweet
she didn’t hear my voice to lookout
then there was a loud “BANG”.
Sprawled on the asphalt was my love
as I knelt beside her, I was at a loss
pumping from her was blood
seeing it many people shouted “oh lord”
there and then my love died
when I fainted, many persons thought I had died
I cried in my doom
and for years my face was in gloom
I never had the chance to tease her
I never had the chance to kiss her
I cried in melancholy
and thought of myself unholy
I never had the opportunity to love again
and I can’t bring myself to love again
FOR MY LOVE IS GONE
She’ll always be my Christmas cat
though now disease has come to her
and made her skinny! Despite that,
she’ll always be my Christmas cat.
I still recall when she was fat.
How sweetly loudly she would purr.
She’ll always be my Christmas cat
though now disease has come to her.
She reaches out her paw to me.
And with a small “meow” she speaks.
She’s never had temerity!
She reaches out her paw to me,
for she’s still got tenacity.
A Christmas treat of mine she seeks!
She reaches out her paw to me.
And with a small “meow” she speaks.
Dec. 28, 2018 for Dear Heart's
'Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018 - ' Poetry Contest
The aperture was small, but drew me in;
I saw the rumored 'saga' I had heard
attest to the temerity within
that so surpassed the sadness told by word.
Tied up with rope and fastened to a pole
with barren soil and stones his only bed;
and there, so out of reach, a rusted bowl
next to a soggy, molded piece of bread.
His sullen eyes lacked nuance in his stare;
proclivity for self-salvation gone...
no marrow left to counter his despair.
But then, he heard my voice and he was drawn
to stand up tall...tail wagging to and fro...
for 'man's best friend', new hope did overflow!
November 5, 2018
~4th Place~
Contest: Eight-Word Challenge - 9
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 11/27/2018
Required words used in order of appearance:
aperture saga attest temerity
barren nuance proclivity marrow
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: 400, Any Rhyme - Max Of 14 Lines,
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 06/01/2019
Degradation of the soul is my lifeline. Burning flames suck out the sublime traits, of overlords stretching to take their turn in front of the lingering hatred of conformity. Your pitying powers of guilt spread over my skin, smother my well-being in sensations of over-bearing heat, lick at the open wound of my heart, as they spit the bitter taste of your fears all around. A creeping shadow forms around these bitter feelings, acts as my blanket to cover me in the warmth of their recognition, to re-energise the chemicals rushing towards their neutered end, speeding so fast they race through the kaleidoscope of my dreams. Slipping through under the cover of hollow emotions, I allow their desires to take the place of society’s army; I allow them to ride over the top of any control cells, letting chaos rain, reign over my tethered passions, the temerity of my hopes and any other sullied temptations of my heart, my soul, my whole existence. This blackening shadow, this over-riding wholeness of insanity, this enlightening feeling of impossible emotions destroys the comfort of nothingness which bears no ill health, kills all that’s near or dear and seeks company neither desired nor recognised. The banality causes the body to spread as the mind shrinks, causes the dumbing down of thoughts as ideology all but disappears, traps my silent thoughts in a veil of happiness that is neither permanent nor of any consequence, resulting in love that is dead from the waist up. This comfort, this conformity, this emptiness is not mine. I reject these and any other offering from the trough of this anaesthetised gene pool. I reject these temptations, these sterile gifts for the conquering feeling of chaos, for the feeling of an unrecognised and unchartered future, for the uncertainty of the mind, for this love of life – pleasure and pain.
Written: January 1st, 2023
Rumi's verse, "The desert beckons us as if it were the oasis,"
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An endless, lifeless moor—arid and fright.
A withering sun whips souls—toils to ignite.
Sans shelter or relief, ghost winds stand.
Dry air as shriveled wits seek relief sight.
Spurs appeared as ripples on the sand.
Hidden amid the tall grass of the land.
Quench your thirst at the watery oasis.
Our ravenous thirst for water will expand.
Amid a kaleidoscope of queries rapacious.
Life shrinks to grain of sand on daily basis.
Amid a dust of labor, a haven of serenity.
I was scared upon grasping the base hits.
We're like sand amid an arid sea of dexterity.
Southern blaze stores a feverish posterity.
As a tunic for our ethereal souls improve
Soar twice through the oasis of temerity.
Sky is drawn by daffodil and drifting groove.
Crisp air, soft breeze, and azure feet prove.
Bees buzz over heather, as marigolds rise.
Eagles trim their fierce feathers—rabbits move
Staring into gloom may uncover a prize.
For a dwarf area, glimpse an oasis of apprise.
This domain, this desert, endures best as gold.
It is highly precious than quartz grains size.
Scatterings of color that are scarce and bold.
Covered in a mixture of brown and green folds.
Such a proximity, yet so distant, yet so distinct.
We were transported back to the prior era, told.
A spring that flows with pure water hint
A lush green zone in the arid land succinct
An atmosphere devoid of noise and disarray
Away from adjacent noise or motion instinct.
A RESURRECTING REFLECTION ON TODAY’S TRIBULATIONS
Confirming its intent
And what it all meant
The POTUS spoke loudly
With very proud temerity
Of making a mockery
Out of chattel slavery
By invading another country
With evil military occupancy
Controlling its humanity
And its rich resources
With his powerful armed forces:
But let us not be dismayed
Over this power-mongering raid
That God’s retribution will overcome
This demonic decision that was made:
This crucifying, unjust political insurrection
Will likewise be met with justice’s resurrection
And the ascension of God’s divine wisdom and guidance
Navigating us in life along a pathway of divine benevolence:-
When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide
Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task
To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead
They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives
Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek
A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound
Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight
Canopy’s aperture, spilled light’s nuance, tinted,
as my eyes arrested, to attest fall’s saga…
A tree proclivity, had me stalled in Ashland,
watching the leaves succumb, leaving stark limbs barren…
Those with temerity, plunged at high speed, head first
Others spun dizzily, tornado-bewildered…
Few flew in gradients, of sideways-sloped descent:
wishes on air sustained, just a little longer…
Some seemed to ride gentle, invisible, sleep-chutes,
touching down easily, with wizened acceptance…
My marrow slowly chilled, as damping moisture crept
But cheer was soon bubbling, as merry maples fell:
swaying in zigs and zags, frolics of to and fro,
to come to a smooth rest, on the glassy brook’s face
Alighting sans ripples, their fate in water’s hold:
floating on a mirror, reflecting their past life,
ere being swept by currents, to their next journey’s start…
(11/4/18 - Repost of Ashland Autumn for P contest hosted by Constance la France)
Despite your proclivity for the dramatic,
your latest love saga limps barren of marrow.
Perhaps your heart’s unfruitful seeds need a harrow,
lest your spent nuance-fields shrivel up traumatic.
You brag and attest that cupid well tends your quest,
leaving raw, arrow-clad women piled as discards.
You secretly fear lust might pulse your heart to shards,
yet with temerity, you divest, then detest.
Wimpy-lame best names your decrepit armature.
You feel sure you have sent many down pain’s vortex.
You think yourself debonair and worldly complex,
but such false cheers just you hear in dark’s aperture.
written for contest that required the italicized words be used
With God’s omnipotence that does attest His wondrous might
I can overcome temptation with its sinful temerity
While fighting valiantly transgressions’ filthiness…
…Pursuing after holiness in living for His honour.
By God’s omniscience that fully opens heavenly wisdom’s aperture
I can vanquish ignorance with its folly’s nuance
While subduing doubts’ collaboration with skepticism…
…Seeking for His truth which sets me free toward jubilant triumph.
Thru God’s omnipresence that marks every great spiritual saga
I can prevail over unfruitfulness of barren faith
While conquering insecurity brought by lack of trust…
…Striving to please Him with my labour of love.
Because of God’s overtaking blessings that highlight His marvelous grace
I can win against discontentment that afflicts my well-being’s marrow
While gaining His favour midst righteous proclivity against time-wasting…
…Advancing the Lord’s kingdom and sharing the Gospel* as His grateful steward.
*Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth...
November 9, 2018
4th place, "Eight word challenge-9" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 11/27/2018.