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Inspired by following quote :"Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves." — Richard Paul Evans
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Vows that`re broken, is trust lost to time
Like a fractured mirror with jagged lines
That reflects shattered images quite deep,
Secrets that the fragments can barely keep.
The shards cast a warped and distorted view,
Each splintered piece, a pining painful hue,
Of what we wrongly thought would surely be,
A trenchant testament to what's set free.
A hopeful gaze now turned to pricking pain,
The joy we envisaged now drips like rain,
A future wrecked with a wet misty veil,
Leaving behind a tiresome tasteless trail.
We try to piece the mirror back with care
But oft and anon it leads us nowhere,
The damage dealt too tall, torn far apart,
With hopeless haggard hands and hurling heart,
The sharp sarcastic edges still remain,
A woeful whisper of the old refrain,
A reminder of long lingering lies,
Beneath a cold and shady shrouded sky.
The reflection now shows a fractured soul,
Beyond our access, beyond our control,
A tapestry of what wholly went wrong,
Where sad sanguine shadows sorely stretch long.
The outer beauty gone, the wholeness fled,
The rosy dreams we nurtured, now lie dead
With cherished vows broken by careless words,
Like apples slashed with the edge of sharp swords.
With all efforts to join the pieces near,
The void remains, a tearful doubt and fear,
Though we try hard to hide the broken scene,
Memories linger of what might have been.
Broken vows, like broken mirrors wreck trust,
Reduced to ashes, turned to dirt and dust,
Two fates once entwined, now a sombre art,
Two fractured spirits bleeding, torn apart.
I would choose Iberian over Siberian a true culinary librarian
Epicurean yet utilitarian not barbarian don’t be a contrarian
Top picks & tricks from heady cultural mix definitely not aryan
Runaway or just the gravy train arcane but with modern refrain
Can’t restrain or contain the insane foody reign of this domain
Go like the clappers for Tapas fiesta then siesta the slow lane
Rally your pals with the gals go dullally down any hidden alley
Croquetas or Las Gambas or just Patatas Bravas in Las Ramblas
Paella the story teller paprika bestow Chorizo glow best seller
Scarlet harlots prawn p*rn dig suckling pig jig a verdant valley
Have a trenchant penchant for any merchant of the don Jamon
Svelte slivers melt tastebuds pelt flow across the Iberico rubicon
Flavour flotilla scintilla of morcilla or tortilla to savour all thriller
Rain falls mainly on the plains starter or main food reigns in Spain
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux (trumped up)
accumulation unfairly fingering
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
Hear these hibiscus hymns” humbly pour out,
A string of verses to dispel dark doubts;
Across the open pages, they unfurl,
A sad searing summer's song for the world.
The stanzas display vibrant rhythms deep,
Secrets that sharp shadows of the night keep,
With trenchant, tearing thorns greeting the face
Spreading across the sands of time and space.
A single word, a wholesome whispered plea,
Unlocks the vault of distant memory;
A silent scene spreads out, a vibrant hue,
A glaring truth revealed, both fresh and true.
The poet's soul sustains a slim, slender string,
Where hidden joys and sullen sorrows sing;
It opens up, a fragile floral bloom
To banish shadows, chase the greyish gloom.
The hymns hum “the song my soul never seeks”,
In sensitive rhythms that to the heart speaks,
Each verse unfurling a distressed prayer
Blown in the air like unhappy whisper.
They vibrate “the chorus a poet bleeds”,
Unable to sustain his daily needs,
A roaring resonance that understands,
Fragility of hearts in distant lands.
The chorus swells and swells, a gentle tide,
Where gleams of empathy can now reside;
It stands so delicate in sunlit rays,
Lost in the midst of nature's golden haze.
It speaks of fateful loss, of love's sweet sting,
The heart, a shattered mirror that don`t cling,
The hopes it dearly cherished, lost and gone,
The day`s journey it has to tread alone.
But in that bleeding, seams of strength are found,
A fertile, consecrated lowly ground,
Where signs of letting go begin to glow
And seeds of solace slowly start to grow.
So let us listen close, when winds are mild,
To nature's solemn song, so sweet and wild,
Hear these holy hibiscus hymns gush out
Deep feelings that dispel the mist of doubt.
I have slept while awake,
And on an oneiric trip,
To stroll down the street;
And prognosticate in these rays,
Behold the white monster,
With a mask to fissile...
So, I peeped through the lens,
Of my conscience, my acme!
The future is nude and rude,
When I ask, why the quotidian;
The terror in her voice trembles,
The mightiest of the old...
Even in their red badge of robes,
The future wears the crown,
Of a fire emitting dragon,
Opening her claws like Hamlet’s sword
While I sat through it in a lingerie!
The sight has omitted me;
Leaving me not near the latrines;
As I sat far in the future,
My time had past and I’m no more,
This trip is fast yet slow in thoughts,
The insight of her bailiwick;
These lines are bigger than books,
Longer and truly soaring in croaks,
I see building falling, crashing to the down,
The silhouette of this prescience emote,
With the doughty of illusion,
The gumption to trenchant signet,
To tell you a folklore about a geographer,
Who saw the end of the empty earth!
So, I couldn’t think of anything new again;
The words, grammar and everything gone,
Leaving solitary an empty lexicographer!
Please take my honest nunnery words,
While you work and hard to beat acme,
Remember to take care of yourself,
External and internally for eternity awaits,
For in the final end of an ululating time;
Death smiles at us all,
And all a man can do is to smile back.
Sorry to tell you that I’m back,
From my short terrifying trip...
And truly the shadows were of a dream.!
Have to admit.. do have a bit
Of a trenchant penchant
Alright adore southpaw purveyors
Dabbles..pique aroused..rabbles in the stands roused
Unique sleek cheek of their chic espoused
Bowlers...reduced to trollopes
Us seduced by players with not
Just a dash of flash panache
But hefty lefty dollops
Innings built by the lilt of lyrical levers which tilt to the hilt
Lush lullaby scores..lapping sandy shores with endless encores
Who’s get the ring or Tiara as
Greatest Caribbean queen ever been seen..
(sorry notions of one of Billy Ocean's top pop potions)
Most blessed and least stressed..every ball caressed and finessed
Also always impeccably dressed…the Calypso
Maestro…lothario…romeo…guru…Brian Charles Lara
First one since the Don to go so much bigger
Score..such vim on a whim…verve and vigour
Doing what only Bradman can but with
More touch..canny elan trigger than rigour
Frightening elite feet..like lightning
Remember in his pomp the 1994 romp
First class farce..501 not out rout..never been out done
Then in 2004.. did it once more..set the new top score
He’s Kane and Abel…top of the table fable for sure
All time prime sublime number one?
From the land of the other hand
Can anyone outgun or out ton?
Travesty to shun..majesty
Artistry of the Lara tapestry
What he brought to the sport
Memories never wane
Prince of the Port of Spain
Often in the spoken word,
perhaps a long farewell,
Passion, romance soon to bud,
but only time will tell…
Once again yesterday,
and twice before next week,
in a simple act of kindness,
or a gift that’s quite unique…
An ode to trenchant dreamers,
matchless lovers from afar…
It’s okay – tomorrow then,
they gaze upon the stars…
Will two star-crossed lovers,
spell bound nonetheless,
spend their lives together…
and be jointly laid to rest?
Some believe the perfect life,
is likely just a myth.
Live and learn - and look again,
for life itself’s a gift….
Copyright © 2011
I, (a bookish educated intelligent nerd,
albeit three score plus tres años)
constitutes a novel titled
The Virgin's Lover
by Philippa Gregory
another writer from England.
Not so much to boast
yours truly sunk trenchant figurative teeth
into material authored courtesy
aforementioned former renown British philosopher,
logician, and social critic.
As an academic, he worked
in philosophy, mathematics, and logic.
Just to reiterate
quite a couple plus years ago,
I plunged further into
trying to comprehend
(and did study every last page
birthed from said storied academic)
erudite epistemological philosophication
courtesy said renown British polymath,
philosopher, logician, mathematician,
historian, writer, social critic,
political activist, and Nobel laureate.
Whew! His Hume among us treatise
A History of Western Philosophy Quite profound
gleaned material eyes surmised
and into cerebral cortex his notions did drill
offering grist for intellectual mill
yours truly, a johnny come lately (me)
doth thirstily swill.
Though challenging material
to comprehend without shadow of doubt,
yours truly disciplines himself
to utter words out loud
in an effort accentuate, enunciate, inculcate...
No matter said storied author
among grateful dead fifty plus years,
I experience a communion
integrating esprit de corps
of one garden variety
beetle browed foo fighter (me)
linkedin courtesy immortality of soul.
Analogous, how said month name
September under went
ramifications throughout millennium
steeped in blood thirsty antiquity,
awash with torment,
where most twenty
first century mortals
oblivious to such lawlessness
wretched ultra-violent revilement
existentially going about their
daily and weekly business
attuned to requisite
employment as punishment
particularly if role of stoop laborer
earnings them niggardly pay
for meager nourishment,
there would be negligible
leisure time leant
to mull, ponder or scrutinize
such esoteric rubric
as preponderance of
ancient civilizations set precedence
contributing to present
without passing judgement
if in fact possessing
aggressive curiosity hellbent
interest and/or acutely fervent
trenchant awareness linkedin
with what human engineered,
sans preceding millennial development
events came about
to bring the here
and now space/
time continuum habiliment,
where a sniveling, groveling, and
conniving foo fighting beastie boy,
would be loathe to believe,
nor not in the least
interested - gives a rats a$$
what farcical betterment prevails during
this current year
two thousand eighteen, versus where
drama evidenced by
nothing "FAKE," nor unclear
substantial archeological recorded
treasure trove evinced severe
of prior momentous human quaere
orgiastic epics Bacchanalian
(distilled from ancient Egypt,
classical Greece, enlightened Rome
peoples played primitive organs
(viz, sax and violins) out across
the then world wide web
wrought permanent pressed
customs within part
ridge didst app pear,
in a tree, reverberated
millenniums later, and also asper
among named twelve months,
particularly when Ides of March near
plus seven days of week.
Ghoulish shadow
macabre evening
eerie footfall
metamorphosis
hourglass swallows
collage
roseate rubicund
orange citrus
gold simoleon
tincture berserk
hover
wolfram wainscot
symmetry saturated
pigment pabulum
conspirator
mercurial monkeyshine
amorphous antics
sphinxlike skulk
amid clandestine
nocturnal nascent
twilight threshold
of
opaque canopy
weird whisper
jaded jabberwocky
jitters
flamboyant fairy
figurine
butterfly bounce
damp dimension
perfunctory paradigm
perilous
die-stamp subterfuge
teether
hazardous lingering
ointment fly
foggy flit
dusted
dousing soiled
signage
terse augury
of
alarm bell
behemoth boom
sanitised steel
enwreathes
aghast alien
caper squall
of
invisible inchoate
mordant malarky
furtive squeak
from
rusty dribble
faucet leak
smothered feline
whine
hair-raising hunch
blackened envelope
contortion
brume brickyards
death discotheque
devilish divas
funnel “fun”dament
whilst
trumpet blasting
trenchant tessitura
abrasive tin’s
gusty shrill
rasp ricochet
beneath
moon mirror
roquefort cheese
projects
apparitional squint
ominous omnibus
edition
obfuscate oddment
omniscience onomatopoeia
eldritch