The Dark is not, through and through
Evil personified.
Owl's pinpricks of good intent
Shine through, soft moon-eyed.
And for what Day, outfaced, is
Too fiercely intrusive
More any ghoulish horror
Eats away at the nerves
Does it, for what such preserves
A safe refuge give.
Categories:
outfaced, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Of towers and castles this land can account
None can eclipse this Acronian Mount
A donated token from cardinal minds
Fools of their worth, this city reminds
Whose former professors were junkies and crooks
For genius impermanent luck he mistook
Oblivious yet, he outfaced the arena
Th’Academy—nation of pallas Athena
Their reason remote like art to the blind
Discussions ascended, yet he was behind
Potential negated by mere competition
Unwieldy ideas unfit for addition
The knowledge developed, he could not compete
Their language transcendent, his skills obsolete
The scholar responded, although not distraught,
“All that I know is that I knowest not.”
Categories:
outfaced, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Birthday Poem for Mother Leonora
8 April 2015
For only now I understand
The meaning of endurance
For the gravity that you held so grand
I would this day take as compliance
Though I would like to see you
As still young and vibrant
A prayer of another birthday to come through
Your glowing presence is my ritual chant
For all the love and sacrifice
I cannot repay, my life is my indebtedness
For a wonderful lady, there is so much to rejoice
Starting a life with you in the constancy and absoluteness
I am longing for your embrace
I am still the child by your side
Looking every cloth you crocheted, it was time you outfaced
Your sweat of hard work has made great strides
Today is your birthday
Happy Birthday, Mama Leonora
Wishing you a bright, blessed 75th birthday
We love you, our Señora
Categories:
outfaced, appreciation, birthday, dedication, happy
Form: Rhyme