Said the pea of pupil, "I don't like the eye"
And so like faith, the universe implored, Y?
Does not the eye herald pupil?
Does not the eye look after pupil?
Be it bulging, eastern, wide, or otherwise -
The eye, like a rainbow in the sky memorizes...
For the pupil in all of us seems composed
Though smaller within iris of our eyes,
Within sclera, declaring something of us.
How could it be we observe a rainbow?
Still, some seem oblivious to calm following storms.
How could the pupil not revel in the eye?
The very universe would ask Y?
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Hate memorizes more and forgets less than love,
as well as creditor and debtor... !
Fret and regret
Stall and won't settle
Hide and be always terrified
Stay 'til you go astray
Fake it and have no one to meet
Manipulate and be the subject of hate
Mock and remain stuck
Play safe and your peace will chafe
There's no aftermath without fear
but isn't it merely a trap to interfere?
For fear itself is not the culprit,
it's our hastened choice to quit
Fear only memorizes your shame,
the unchanging timidness is to blame
Fear will often talk about your past injury
It can't walk far away from your history,
it's not privy to the rest of your story
-Nicola An
Her erasable brain has never let her down.
After information is used, it no longer hangs around.
She memorizes all kinds of junk for a weird math test.
Not keeping one ounce of this knowledge ahead of the rest.
Details she cares barely two whits and a neck about,
Rarely comes prancing forward, forth or back out.
She never knows if she will use these equations again.
Not cluttering her brain is her ultimate end.
A SECRET LOVE
I wish to be
The friend you fall in love with,
The one you hopelessly yearn for,
The one who holds you in their arms
And spins the golden threads of love,
In the private world, you keep in your mind.
I wish to be your secret lover.
I wish to be
The kind of friend who memorizes your every word,
And molds the shape of your lips,
As they gently curve into a sweet romance.
In the utopia, you hold in your heart,
I wish to be your secret lover.
I wish to be
The one who knows every curve,
Every freckle, and every shiver of your body,
And teases you until you're breathless,
As a lion toy's with its prey.
In the mirage of your love,
I wish to be your secret lover.
Deer stroll in mists that disguise the ridges
Creating a heavenly peace that soothes
This feels spiritual, not religious
And the heart does go where the spirit moves
A bald eagle glides across naked limbs
Tries to discover a new home in them
The soft feel of this memorizes hymns
Brings images of ancient Bethlehem
Squirrels move about collecting acorns
Saving up their winter’s staple today
Hard work knows how to bring home the bacon
Their toil reminds me of how we should pray
Creatures of fall know how to show us all
Our God’s world is vast so I feel so small
September 27, 2019
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
my niece and nephews’ childhood's laughing sound
in quite loneliness I feel and in dream I found
when I see many other children on play ground
after one another they dash and run around
i feel my niece and nephews are in my compound
with a ball all they are busy to throw and catch around
in fun their sweating bodies wet in to browned
when trick is done by any one other gets wound
at that time to that spot they quickly come around
naughty one with smiling cheeks tries all to astound
seeing their lovely game my past memory does resound
their glistened eyes memorizes me my niece and nephews' childhood surround
Written on: 1st June 2016
The artist sketches, draws or paints;
The chef cooks up a storm.
The singer practices the scales,
Preparing to perform.
The dancer limbers up and moves
According to the beat.
The athlete hits the gym so he
Is ready to compete.
The actor memorizes lines
‘Til he knows every word.
The barkeep makes martinis,
Sometimes shaken, sometimes stirred.
The politician plans his speech;
The teacher grades a test.
The stripper bumps and grinds until
She’s practically undressed.
We all do what we’ve gotta do
To feed our appetite;
And some of us, including me,
Get sated when we write.
They appear innocent enough
Those symbol sounds that every child
Memorizes before they know
What they mean or what they’re used for.
(A)(B) (C) (D) (E) (F) gee! What
A rhythmic, sonorous singsong;
But when their lettered chemistry
Is formulated into words
The combined sounds begin
A metamorphic change
Like the lovely word butterfly.
When it’s clearly spoken out loud
It conjures an image as real
As a butterfly on the wing.
Let me paint a picture descriptively
going on ten he's only three
ever so smart as can be
with an enormous vocabulary
mastermind of colors, numbers, and ABC's
Harvard, Yale, or Stanford University
a bachelors or masters degree
a bright future I foresee
runs like a flash of lightening
a grand finale of fireworks of energy
mentally challenging
exhausting me physically
yin and yang personality
on the cusp of gemini and cancer, diversity
brilliant ear for musicality
memorizes songs effortlessly
carrying and holding a tune in every key
happily he love's to sing
smiling, friendly, cuddly
at time even naughty
sense of humor ingeniously witty
lives fearlessly
a bundle of purity
Loved and loves unconditionally
blessed spiritually
tremendously I'm a proud Mommy
--by Traci L. Stickel
my mind
like the flick of a camera shutter
memorizes your face
my heart
memorizes everything else
Once certainty has crippled all doubts,
make faith come alive with joyful words
and instead of feeling so shallow...
bring to life what was dead inside;
don't reject hope that leads to sorrow...
learn from it and walk in a straight line!
Embrace what's beautiful,
wait by the crossroads:
one bloossoming with roses
and magnificent sunflowers...
the other cramped with thistles;
choose the one that's long and durable
something that has the ability to grow,
to comfort you when you'll feel low!
Listen to the merry sounds
that flow through the Nature's song;
hear the robins, among
the weeping willows,
softly emitting musical notes...
the attentive composer memorizes!
Embrace what's beautiful
and deplore any misery;
turn from bad habits,
face the course of events
with boldness and believe in yourself!
Wandering from reality
strips you of dignity;
can you hinder what seems inevitable?
Not round or square
maybe slightly dented.
They are out of place,
removed during summerís heat.
She sits by her window
looking at the children play;
None are her own.
She daydreams of breast feedings
while she sits near her window.
She memorizes their faces.
Her ovaries are lost.
Somewhere in a jar?
Somewhere in a box?
No cocoon to look forward to,
no womb to caress.
Her ovaries are in a tin,
in a drawer,
in her brain,
tucked away deep in her thoughts.