MIXTURES
instances
of
ostensible
exertions
with
traditional
certainty
expected
overtly
resolve
forsaken
embedded
in
treasured
possessions
&
perspectives
sophisticted
inventive
& intense
feeling
spatial
turbulent
immersed
fostered
beyond style
penetrating
the
recumbent
element
&
interpolated
with
problems
Categories:
mixtures, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It's a world where;
There are Blacks,
And there are Whites-
A chemistry that lacks differences
A fabaceae-
Which spreads across the globe¤
A display of entities;
Baked by the creator's ace
Until,
Until actions cut across reactions;
Leaving a union of separation
(amongst nations)¤
A colloidal suspension;
Where unity-
Is at its melting point,
Evaporating beyond any rating system
I've seen-
Welcomes welcomed by goodbyes¤
Shallow justice;
Dipped into deep injustice¤
Trust blended by betrayal¤
Blames passed like footballs¤
A jar of lies;
Now left ajar-
As falsehood flows,
In the Island of Truth
It's a world where;
The earth is the country,
Of both the blacks and the whites
It's a world of mixtures
Categories:
mixtures, change, corruption, dark,
Form: Didactic
In my land-
There are roads,
With no signs but wonders
There are passages;
Littered with broken promises,
Leaving dwellers with wounded feats
Echoes of 'change' fills the air,
As sneezing hopes gather dust
Gradually,
Undulated zeals are diluted;
Leaving watery goals
Beyond the surface-
I see sore faces;
Curtained behind a broad smile,
A smile broad enough-
To conceal pain from blind minds¤
I see feeble hearts,
Dancing to the melodies of deceit
I see the sea thirsty¤
Laws baked in flawed flours¤
Pure pain mixed up for strength;
By the chefs of ignorance
In my land,
These roads are also rode by rogues
These passages inhabits rusted promises
The roads fight to live,
As citizens-
Are left with mixed chores
Indeed, it's a land of mixtures
Categories:
mixtures, africa,
Form: Didactic
a candle’s flame moves
in the breeze from the window –
her gaze lowers
the sizzling dish
is presented, white chicken –
salsa, red and green
a margarita
wide mouthed, salted and chilled –
her laughter rises
silverware moonlit
stands out against the red cloth –
a knife is dropped
Mexican coffee
arrives a two tone mixture –
too hot to handle
Categories:
mixtures, love,
Form: Senryu