Ships On The HoriZon
Clear The Harbo(u)r!
The HORIzON
Shouldn't Be
So High And
NEAR.
-Gray Squirrel
07-01-2025
Categories:
pending, life,
Form: Free verse
There, on the horizon
looms a darkness,
this uncertainty,
an unknown,
the future, inevitable.
Daunting,
imposing,
inexorable.
Fated to suffer,
forecasted pain.
My outcome
resides in the hands
of those so skilled.
Categories:
pending, angst, heart, scary,
Form: Free verse
I hope the day we go
I'd have cried all my sadness
and I'd have understood
what now I don't
and that we'd look at each others eyes
without ressentiment or fear
without any pending business
with only love...
Jessica
Categories:
pending, loss,
Form: Free verse
A life is pending on the earth.
as it is a dream of mine.
It is not necessary that he be a human.
A flower can also hold a dream.
A river can also make a scream.
But yet, it's so sad that there is
partiality in every way, whether natural or artificial,
but it's taking place.
Why there is difference in each and every way,
we do it passionately, supporting it indirectly,
and still making a hope of synchronicity in each way.
The butterflies of colored dreams
want to make friends with flowers.
How beautiful it is to see this so close.
What if there are no enemies?
Only love exists here and there.
What if we made beauty in our behavior?
Vanity vanity of peace, making a law of love,
love as a key to justice.
It is a hope that has been and has been so long of a butterfly??
Categories:
pending, 11th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I aghast viewed the evidence..Palpable obvious formerly
Not imagable now so excrable, i felt sick deep inside; felt
Nausea as a tide.)) Stand..' I felt the need to denounce'
So I decide..To announce' this tyrants, term it should be
Decried..' Removed..' All access for him strongly denied.! No
More government funds that surge in a co-inside and hide
A week or so goes by..I read more; on the constitution and
I think 'oh my! ) this must have been of my own mind; volition??
Not of God as I had thought? For the constitution says
His seat is most safe..I must be wrong.' Then I saw a certain scene on the street
A man responded to trudeau, I don't respect you. Oh no.'
A few days more on, A crowd drove him from a hotel along.'
To a restaurant..He had to leave they were strong.' My mind whirled so it was thinking it is
Gods wish!! Shortly after this the petition came to be.' almost
500,000 was the quota to see.! Then last week his own mouth he
Himself, condemned, I acvise that God is active here my Friends..He intends to turf the galah; from his foetid nest..Soon.'
The news will his loss assess; and all may then after address.!
Categories:
pending, appreciation, education, goodbye,
Form: Didactic
Courts oblivious, on blissful high,
Poor plaintiffs on a long wait die,
The system still stays put
On same age-old input,
Mothballed, the pending cases lie.
Perfection, a vague search,
Totter in wobbly lurch,
Load of cases on deathbed lie,
The price paid for delays sky-high.
_______________________________
Happenings |11.05.2023| justice
Poet’s note: Research reveals that some of the oldest cases are pending for over 60 years, almost a lifetime of an average plaintiff. One might feel, a less than perfect justice is better than the perfect one that takes such a long time. A limerick here tends to lament the pathetic realities. One may note: to bring home its point a limerick tends to exaggerate and so need not be taken on the face value. This is the fourth in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.
Categories:
pending, judgement,
Form: Limerick
The freedom which will make her attitude strange, is pending
The time when in my disliked acts she'll engage, is pending
The new constitution makes unlawful every pleasure
The death for which ropes now we have to arrange, is pending
Marriage will be declared as unacceptable pact
In near future, among boys girlfriend's exchange is pending
This soothing breeze wants to make me sleep on the driving seat
If I'm going to drive - on us - a deadly prange is pending
Our excessive intelligence will leave us abnormal
On our mental confidence - a quick derange is pending
June 18, 2022
Categories:
pending, absence, for her, myth,
Form: Ghazal
Bamused of searching for pearch,
Where there is no despondency,
To find saint in living.
The more i search,
The more bootless i found.
My heart became lonely,
Depression follows my path,
Courage became tedious to divulge,
Being my only sterling grants,
I became pessimistic.
Wandering around irrationally,
I met a charming Angel.
Bosom with beauty, and
Glowing like diamond.
Hmm! An Angel from heaven.
My hormones arose,
Hope seems to be back,
Courage seems to be summoned,
Depression seems to evacuate,
But, loneliness proves stubborn.
The angel sanitizes my heart,
And quarantine my emotions.
The Covid of my life,
As the beauty surpasses 19.
Wow! My eternity virus.
Her refusal locked me down,
And placed in isolation of love pandemic,
For weeks.
Loneliness proves stubborn,
My greatest grants.
Who have i offended?
And placed in Excruciation.
My love in pending .
Days, months and years,
Adoring you, will be my coach.
Alimi Abdulkabir's poetry.
Categories:
pending, emotions, girlfriend, i love
Form: Free verse
As the night wait for day
And light give lighted way
And dream goes awake
Give right tune to my day
My moral goes new hike
By the inspiration of her eyes
Her view fill me like lighted sun
Inspire me to touch new hike
Now my life making new shape
My emotion goes flourishing
After achieving your delicate touch
I got fragrance of your love
Now I am ready to view dream
And wanted to touch roses of love
It is now depend on you
Accept my pending proposal
Categories:
pending, desire,
Form: Lyric
P eace denied for profit and idealism
A dmiration for false leaders
N eighbourhoods run by gangs
D evotion manipulated to be misunderstood
E nlightenment set on fire
M ovements become violent
O pportunity means take
N ormal is never enough
I nsight means you started it
U nite is a riot
M ajority fifty plus one could be expensive
Categories:
pending, conflict, culture, fear, word
Form: Acrostic
I may not be alone,
yet know how lonely it is to be alone.
A spectrum of less visible light.
Desperate for message on a forgotten phone.
You see other people,
in love or friendly congress.
In disgusted annoyance you scoff,
secretly craving their more over less.
Pacing the halls of your house,
looking for what's been lost.
Unexpressed emotions,
filling solitary days off.
Life feels so empty.
Display cake with no flavor.
Depression drains your energy.
Excitement quickly loses favor.
Not realized until too late,
connection is a universal.
Even to an introvert,
exist no compassion, no survival.
Scribed words on a page,
may not warm your heart.
If that's the case, understood.
Then burn me, please and thaw your parts.
Just as long as you hear this,
Ill leave you to yourself.
I empathize. I realize.
It hurts being left on the shelf.
Only advice I dare to give,
Is no advice at all.
Just that if I'm around when you trip,
I promise not to let you fall.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
pending, care, depression, friend, hope,
Form: Rhyme
on stalactite tip
droplet to let drop; or not
a stalagmite stalls
Note: A stalaCtite grows from the Ceiling
A stalaGmite grows from the Ground
Categories:
pending, imagery, nature,
Form: Haiku
Along the memory lane,
Walking, Neolithic Mesopotamians!
A potter pioneering the first wheel stone,
The wooden wheels under the chariots rolling down!
The Wheel rolling up and down endorsing circle of life!
Accelerating the pace time to time!
The invention of wheel,
An innovation of mobility,
Like the planets,
Computer disk on desk,
The plastic wheel of IT era,
A solar symbol rotating technology!
Wheel,
The wisdom of all time in the direction of civilization,
Simply from minds of Neolithic men,
Wheel,a vehicle,
Travelled from the forgotten Mesopotamia-
A village deemed of Globe,
To the unseen Global village,
An adventure to reach any time,any where!
Wheel,
Took the burden of feet to it's shoulders,
If not wheels,
Wings,the answer is the question!
Where?
Digging the layers of layers of wounded Mesopotamian soil,
Tracing the resting soul,
The pioneering potter,
To offer his long pending royalty!
Categories:
pending, community, feelings, imagination, journey,
Form: Verse
There was a time, within my darkly disposed as naive ignorance
Amid this place it's age their tainted stage; living certain fragments
Shattering his child in what I dispise today ? Down the path of broken
Glass and there's an intriguing stranger whom keeps bringing about cues
Something to do with giants; wanting to know if I myself knew anything about
Their ancient bigfoots existence ? Then after last evening's bizarre twist quite odd
Which in turn rgnited a torch inside this child: as vomit dripped from it's lips oceans
Apart skies aflame we'll bide our days; a breath away ? Knowing now, we are immersed....
Surrounded by flesh spirits ghost offspring both good and evil ? My reply unto they, the latter.
Note: You, Just Can't See It, Yet!? ...."Smile, *.*
Categories:
pending, art, baby, cancer, love,
Form: I do not know?
I find myself with questions pending, to many of the years that I face defending. Most of us all look at each day as another new chance to last. When things go bad and they do, every man for himself tied to the mast.
The storm is rising above the eastern skies, you know I speak the right answers, I can see the anger building in your eyes. So do me a favor and stop working all your lies…
Lying down flat on my back trying to live my life, I fail to comprehend in my own soul ready to descend. Poisoned by the things we watch on televisions, we face things on this planet with our own evil twisted dimensions…
Controlled by the media protected by the law, it makes you wonder how many truly saw? We all need to stand up to face that brick wall; some may make it through to fight, while some shall surely fall. Even after we learn to walk, some times it is best that we need to stop and learn again how to crawl…
Some people seem to be wasting their time living on this earth, not knowing whom or why we are here sense the day of their birth. When you watch the news about the wars, what comes to mind? Are you seeking that righteous answer, inwhich we may never truly find?
Categories:
pending, dark, social, day, may,
Form: ABC
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