MULTIFACETED AGENDAS
exactly
focused
evolving
indigenous
allegiances
hearts
&
minds
in
exemplified
cultures
beauty
&
proportions
deciphered
unified
interlinked
undefined
unitary
rubrics
of
longing
in
lonely
utopias
A dead tree looks like a stone
Of thousand years black, fissured and tan-faced,
But still no hopes to fall down:
The secret is that she holds the invisible
Beauty steady and faithful.
Although she is dead by body but
Still alive in her warm sighs of beauty.
To make the unseen beauty visible,
You've to be poetic.
The body is reduced to ashes some day
But beauty never perishes.
Between a dead tree and a mother
I find a sweet simile!
When a mother holds a pen
The world comes to her feet,
And implores to be her slave.
Mother is a such a subtle flower
That blooms through all the year.
Mother is a wax
If someone good or evil
Comes to her, he or she becomes
Liquefied by her warm.
Mother is a blooming lotus in the nectar,
But that ambrosia becomes poisonous
When a hornet stings the lotus.
Literature isn't possible bare mother-
Even, except her there is no identity of father,
What we are today!
What we were yesterday!
And what we shall be-
All credit goes to mother: the symbol
Of all women.
When fear heals by a heavenly light,
It casts a halo over the soul.
The darkness slips from sight,
This was difficult for you to control.
The incredible beauty of your inner fight,
Aside from your enlightened role.
When fear takes root, it brings twilight,
This quandary has a multifaceted goal.
With concepts that never come to light,
Wrap carefully around the succulent skull.
Yet, as things avow root, the effect is slight,
You realize that you have been cool.
You were driven by a gloomy blight,
The direction was down to the dead-end cruel.
You knew that this was light,
You did not care, since you are so right.
It would only lead you to your soul,
We are limited to air-only flights.
This created another circular scroll,
Don't speak until the end of the highlight.
You have filled out this parole,
You are prepared to confront the blight.
Your stiff shell is melted by the soul,
Love's tears heal you while you fight.
Written: December 04, 2022
My muse rejoices in claiming that she's 'double-faced,
meaning she's comfy wearing leather or fancy Alencon lace.
Rebellious, she urges me to write lines of a violent battle
then she'll steal my pen to scribble some flowery prattle.
She floats through my mind's gate to dance in my garden
and returns several days later, begging for my pardon.
She makes me laugh when she suggests a frivolous word
and clucks her tongue at me when I tell her it's absurd!
I dare not trade her in for a muse who's much less inclined
to be synchronized with my bipartisan frame of mind.
I never know which personality my muse will display.
If you're asking if I have another one ~ I must say, "Nay!"
March 21, 2021
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Love is…
Love's a many multifaceted thing
Enthralling when it's in raptures full swing
No matter what or how long love doth last
Love’s in the heart of our future and past.
Love helps to shape the who that you become
Love changes all kinds of things once begun
Days are much sweeter, nights seem surreal
It's so snazzy how being in love feels.
Love connects true soul mates, leaving no place
For anyone else to gatecrash their space
Fire nor thunder could not tear them apart
They're glued together by the love of hearts.
Cupid the archer looks out from above
For those who're searching to find their true love
His arrow only flows to those he knows
Would accept with grace a string to their bows.
11th February 2021
multifaceted contemplation
stimulated through the
sounds of the musical notes
rising and falling with each
and every beat rush across
my subconscious
bringing up many
purposely hidden
facets of the past
self with it's forgotten
aspects
bring to the surface
parts of the self that
have gone away that
no longer remain within
the current selves state
of personal reality
Multifaceted Challenges
For all things I did
Must be multifaceted
Upstream, below or mid.
Each challenge is there
And waiting to be tempted
Ready to accept.
Challenge I will meet
Head on and be accepted;
Never do ignore.
Finished and then done
For next one will be waiting
More are now in site.
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