Now, that the world is getting purer and cleaner
everyday
who clear incoherently harbour dirts and spillage around.
Is it not the hand meant for cleaning and washing
and working out this and some of the other things?.
And the mouth for eating and drinking and talking
and laughing and many ,many, many other wishes
of sort kind?.
And foot and leg for us to reach out the dustbin for
instance?.
The dirt can't be a waste products perse nor the hand
a part of such dilemma nor the skull a kick hell out
of a thing cup? nor what dramatic human right nor
political taboo?.
I have a problem and that is true is quite different
from I have problem and that is true?.
Why then these people pollute nature
when already it's suffers contamination and stagnancy
and spillaging and wasting like quacks and qualms.
I consider goods and services as rewards perse
and life as a thing of purity that cannot be otherwise
however.
And I consider humanity as a unique whole however
something otherwise may shatter.
I consider nature as a beautiful and darling mermaid,
very glee nowadays - she is tender and fresh.
What then is peace?
what then is war or grudge or paleness?
what then is laughter and joke and riddle?
charity begins at home and fire slept at a match stick.
The human nature even though prone or vulnerable
is pure or serene?,
The human nature is a moon and sun shining to mankind
and humanity- which itself is well known to be pure?.
What is then is hampering streets and houses and packs
to impurity- ear or eye or nose or head of course?.
The human soul is a pretence- but to what extend and
sometimes how- how should we let say differ on a
scene of how taboo for instance was tabooing?.
I consider the society sacred so we must clean and
cleanse off the impurities and nags and bugs?.
May be only when we all know for instance that the world
can live in peace or succumb to war that we may
accept consequences of our actions perse?.
Is it not that nature is bestowed with every kind
to solve her problem or at least ease something
yet man on the other hand may be frail or faltering or
even sometimes egoistic to let say assume or instead
side it without even first kind of thought or gesture?.
Sha we may only find that peace unless the mind is always
remembering and appreciating it against howsoever
for instance?.
A Poet I am
This my verse
Lying in a mind cram
Set to write on clear page dis·perse
To the delight of composing poetry slam
The strings of words; that let me rehearse
The kind of verses that evoke a dash of poetic glam
A good poem must invade
Our soul and mind
Words will be words portrayed
To make those each lines intertwined
To em·bed in our ra·tion·ale mind grade
When finished, it gets our consideration defined
To worship it for all eternity made
Dear father,
Allow me to ask a few questions
Do I remain silent and watch people suffer or smile at wrong deeds just cause silence can avoid trouble and a smile provides
solutions?
They say we should love those who perse cute us, even when its so painful that I want to give up,
How do I love them?
They say we should leave vengeance to you, but if it is making people so sick that they just want to die,
Please don’t avenge them
Even for my worst enemy, I pray that they do not suffer .
Yes they make me cry at times, but please if it is a punishment that you want to administer
Let it not cause pain to them
Your child.
ABC
A poem that I myself must writ
Because the contest calls for it
Cautiously I grab my pen
Deciding words from end to end
Extracting words from who knows where
Feeling right, I put them there
Gosh I hope this wins for me
Happiness or perhaps top three
Ignoring all my failed poems past
Jonsing for a win at last
Kindly place this near the top
Loosing contests has to stop
ACROSTIC
Look I’m tired of loosing
On this you have my word
Objectively I write poems
So my words are heard
I’ve got to stop this loosing
No ifs or ands or buts
Give my poem a placement before I go plum nuts
ALLITERATION
Pretty Pathetic Pleading for Poetry Placement Perse
Loosing Leaves Libido Lethargic no Leeway
Mdailey 7/11/11 for Debbie Guzzi’s contest – Aye, Aye, and a Mistress
Melting
Unfolding into cool damp grass
Damp from the embracing night
Eventide glisten
Gazing to lit skies
Never ending
Escape into the depth
Vast blankets of dark stained beauty
Horizon
Touches earth
Molding into each other
Revealing one whispering ocean
Oceans of dusty stars
Hung along comforting clouds
To cradle the twilight moon
Where does the heavens begin
No longer is it where the earth ends
For, they are now one breathtaking canopy
Hues of purple
Fades to blue
Breathing out to endless black
Closed eyes
Inhale
Amethyst breeze
Completing a perfect Sapphire dream
Night's Magenta smile
Carrying you to Perse Paradise......
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