Long Vivacity Poems
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How spectacular your crisp, cold colors,
Autumn dear, your bright & brilliant hues.
The fruition of success & failure, previous;
Culminated countenance of consequence.
Bold can be those leafy reflections from bud
To crown, the readiness to share the Fall.
It was your choice, Autumn dear, to steer
Toward perfection or depression, in trial.
Do you gather your bundle around your feet
Fretting and frenetic, leaves wet with despair, or
Do your colors gamble about like a wooly lamb,
Reminding the young of a rainbow’s halo?
Do you fear a latter season or let go your shapes
With holy anticipation, excitement at your fingertips?
Slow bustling of the wind, gentle shake of limbs;
Creative hustling, vivacity of freshness let loose.
Lovely your perspicacity and personality, sparkling
With a thick accent; nay, the dampening of dour
Spirits, fretting at losing your springiness, your green.
Wake up! Shake up your dreams! Youths love
Your rain, your jewel carpeting - they walk in
Your footsteps; enhance the next generation
Not with mildness, but with potential, using
Every bit of your wit and wile, your future hope.
Brighten those smiles with every shake of your head;
Even your baldness, crooked and ancient limbs.
Dear Autumn, you leave room for new sow & reap;
For coddled and courageous seed; newborn buds.
Autumn, less is more, more or less; nonsense
We don’t speak; no madness of spectral tongue.
Serendipity as pumpkins dance with flaming eyes,
As grand mas and pas blink back their yesteryears.
Three wholesome cheers for oaks, maples, even
Evergreens; for every tree that participates in life
And death on earth, rebirth, sentience, flirtation.
Live well, this latter season! Be tested! Thrive!
Arising in softest sapphire,
Shimmery as the night,
Inviting silence to release her,
Tears flowing, thick and sincere,
Breaking through melancholy,
Trembling with dark dread,
Erasing all the soul’s vivacity –
Erasing the existence of her memories.
Appearing in somber ashen,
Overcast by doubts – catastrophe,
Shrinking beneath seas of dejection,
Unwarranted shadows,
Casting careless heartaches,
Destined to fail – the misery so real,
Unwelcome as the tears, trailing,
Like dew, soft and soothing,
Pulsating through the veins who remember…
Ascending in the lost hues,
Dusky death, her faded words so wrong,
Like a sad, sad song…
Lingering on the soul, deaf
To the colors of hope, the vibrant
Charms of cheery gold and bubbly rose,
Healing the heart, risking all the beautiful
For the moments when pleasant feelings
Fall, like rain – softly blessing away all fear,
Washing away the pain with a breath,
Gasping for the moments before death,
Stole the laughter from the dreams,
The sensitivity from the subtle memories.
Climbing the moments before grief
Struck the soul with its night,
Reminding that autumn, yes, the fall…
She always comes to call,
Leaving only the naked branches,
The whispers of wind, caressing the still
Cool blessings, tenderly
Like a flowing grace, abiding
Pouring out her promises of life
Even after the graveside service has drained,
All the beautiful from the colors,
Colors of grief, meant to bring a heart peace.
Yes, these colors of grief,
They’ll always abide to relieve,
Comforting the souls who can see past –
The loss, into the promise of heaven eternal.
Listen to the aching prayers, the promise is there,
Alive in the memories, in the gentleness,
Where a still reflection of God’s breathless harmony –
Kisses away every anxiety,
Reassures and consoles, lightens the heaviest loads,
With the promise of a home with Him in heaven above,
A home made of His pure, sweet love!
I yearn to know Him
Better than I can explain
Assuring my heart and soul
Of love that is filled with hope
Love that is always in control
Of my words, my thoughts
Every part of my heart
I yearn to show Him
Just how much I love Him
How deeply I need to express
The wonder of His grace
The music pouring from His
Warm and welcome arms
The feelings that I know
Glow brighter than the sun
Raining faith into my soul
Filling me with insight, light
That brightens my entire life
I yearn to grow in Him
With beautiful dreams so alive
They fulfill all my heart’s thirsts
For a drink of something soothing
Comfort that keeps me assured
That His love is always inside me
Thriving, inspiring, guiding me
Toward a better way, a new day
The opportunity to always say
He is light – He is love
He is the grace that portrays
All the beauty and wonder
Of a love that is always kind
A love that is full and alive
A love that will forever survive
I yearn to bestow on Him
The brilliance of joy He stirs
The creativity He inspires
The motivation He awakens
The vision of hope and faith
The revelation of His grace
Flowing through my veins
As His redeeming blood floods
Over my soul, cleansing me
Of the sin that lives within
Where I need Him to show me
The way toward love that glows
On my heart, soul and life
Love that is forever vibrant
I yearn to shadow Him through life
Building my faith around His sparkle
My hope around His vivacity, His wonder
My love around His promises to me
Promises to never leave me nor forsake me
To always be available, a friend until the end
Never letting me down – always abounding
With unconditional love – love that I can believe in
Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. - Hebrews 13:5 KJV
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
A collaboration with * Jun-jun Villanueva
My collaboration contest
The face of sparkling spring shines
on the convivial tapestry,
spread on the luminous landscape
of the vibrant vivacity of the face,
engraved with the dreaming blue lagoon of eyes
and the lotus petals of luscious lips,
portrayed in the pulsating photograph
of the charming countenance,
desgning the narcissist features of innate pride.
The ordained kaleidoscopic turn
of the timeless wheel of transformation
vacillated the vista of life’s lattice embedded
in the mindscape, mimicking chameleon skin colors
of the ash wasteland or the emerald meadow.
On the journey across desolate desert dunes,
or along the glittering garden path in spring,
my mind’s shutter opened in lightning speed,
capturing the picture of beauty in collage.
The turmoil of time scraped
on the wrinkled photograph,
the spider of winter in twilight hour
weaved the web with endless senile lines.
As the hollow eyes gazed forlornly
at the weathered wasteland,
the lilac lips lost the patina
of the wilted flower’s wasted fervor.
My hedonist psyche refuses to gauge
the grievous grief of loss,
as the face morphs into metaphor for panorama,
sculptured within the snapshot
of untarnished concealed charisma.
The shards of the splintered sky
in the swirling gale of sordid sense,
roll on the dismal waves
of the curled up onyx cloud.
The remnant rays of sanguinity survive still
in the departing flashes of the sinking sun,
fabricate the latent lattice of unframed dream
within the petrified visage,
alive in the fading photograph.
At the dusk of life,
All promises of dawn fade.
The hopes of noon arrive dead—
Petals wilt, beauty flees, and regret dances.
Time feigns vivacity within the day,
Yet grows listless before twilight unveils.
Its carcass leaves behind bitter regrets—
Like emptiness gripped in bare hands.
If you still feel time’s galloping pulse,
Run with blistering speed, lest it leave you behind;
For time deceives, wears down all strength,
And barters vigour for disillusionment.
Build your fort—adorn it with success;
For mockers wait to scorn your fall.
Only steadfast endurance sustains your stride,
And smooths life’s rough gallops on your way.
And clothe it with your heavenly bliss...so I can feel
the jubilance...on my once withering body
I was fragile and weak and no one cared... About me...
Except you...you bring me back gladness and vivacity...
I crave your undying radiance…
Your angelic, miraculous radiance
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
You blinked, but at least you weren't aware of my tragedy scene in Romeo and Juliet...
Or else, you'd see me dead, naked and ashamed
I sacrificed myself for you in that scene...it's not the end of the world...at least the message of the movie was somewhat optimistic
Like Juliet, you are so clever and romantic
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
We could be in a Shakespeare's future books if he were still alive today...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
That would make our day a vibrant, dazzling day...now that would be classic!
If there is a need to know what goodness really means,
Then that's when the purity of your heart needs to be seen,
And the reason why greatness has clung unto you since your teens,
So, anyone not giving you credence for your brilliance is committing nothing but a grave sin,
The vivacity in your smiles is enough panacea to wake up dead emotions,
The sparkles of your handsomeness cause affectionate commotions,
You exhibit intelligence as if smartness is on your exclusive promotion,
You effortlessly dish out wisdom as an off the cuff donation.
Success daily flows into your home like an endless river,
The reason why your level of greatness still has no rival,
'Cos your longstanding achievements are what others are just celebrating as their new arrivals,
That's the extent to which your accomplishments are making others to quiver.
May each day of your life be filled with overpowering happiness,
May you be blessed with good health in awesome plentifulness,
May God's abundant blessings surround your home in astounding exclusiveness,
May you live long in spectacular richness.
Soon to be gone with the wretched breeze of time…
Pull out the weeds of negativity
Pull out the weeds of negativity
Pull out the weeds of negativity
Who needs negativity
When I have God’s Holy spirit grant me priceless positivity?
Who needs negativity
When we can be together with our creator of virtuous vivacity?
Ooooh….mmmm….Ooooh….mmmm….
Negativity – never again will I acknowledge you
Lacking discipline emotionally and mentally…
Believe in me!
Believe in me!
Believe in me,
Oh Lord of Accord
Breaking apart by the minute…
I wish someone could just take heart
Take heart!
Take heart!
Take heart,
Oh wicked children of The Devil
Oh wicked children of The Devil
Oh wicked children of The Devil
What about you embrace one of God’s angels?
Miracles and curses have put me under a spell…
Living a lie is like burning in what they call “hell”
Ooooh….mmmm….Ooooh….mmmm….
Can I find true direction?
Can we find true affection?
Can He heal our infections?
Can He deal with our countless rejections?
In my opinion, I’d say ‘yes’ to all the questions
In my opinion, I’d say ‘yes’ to all the questions
What about you?
What about you tell me your answer?
I’m still waiting for it…recovering from the love flu
Is your future still a mighty blur?
Are you unsure?
Is your future still a mighty blur?
Are you unsure?
We must choose life or fatality
Someday, we will get a hold of freedom
We will be one with the Lord of Accord in His brilliant Kingdom
Well, that’s what I believe…
What do you believe?
When negativity unveils on their tongue…
Just remember to love your enemies
Ooooh….mmmm….Ooooh….mmmm….
Vomited by life,
needy at night,
the abandoned of the street,
they have no names, only nicknames ...
Among banned dogs,
don't live, survive...
Homeless, colorless, dropped ...
When the full night dries,
and the day fills the avenue, and
sweep the alleys of brightness ... they fade
so weak ... can't stand
so much vivacity ...
It's not people, it's haunts
from the dark ... the so-called
lost, the obscure,
overshadowed by the light ...
False light of men ...!