Written: August 24, 2026, for: Week's Poetry Challenge: The Color Blue
Blue, a zealot turned arrogant,
fervor fading into hauteur,
devotion darkened into disdain.
sapient in its sway,
dulcet as hymns
and still a shade of seashell.
It limns the sky’s scriptorium,
A selfish scroll of sequins
Stippling clouds with crevice cracks.
A symbol for suns that sail away.
desuetude drapes the shore—
The ocean exhorts
a savage screech
a spindle scream
against scree and stone.
Blue epitomizes arrogance.
indulgent in its rejection,
a wicked shade,
funny but sad,
a spirit of saudade.
It speaks in sonic waves, furtive, fecund, effete—
a hallucinative hymn unraveling across the horizon.
flecked with fanfare froth
Blue is the ache of elsewhere,
a pertinacity of longing,
an obvious evil,
yet a harvest of comfort—
an ethereal respite,
a lullaby of light.
And silence, salient, settles—
blue bows its zealot head,
a final hush,
the sky exhales,
a lucid lull remains.
Dementia and Reflection
Years hence, beyond the glow of self-confidence,
When age `clipses youth and the body weakens
And pills prescribed are swallowed to prevent
Further worsening of the brain’s cognizance
As the soul pleads relief from the crippling disease,
When age `clipses youth and the body weakens
And palsy skin-mottled hands feel ill at ease
As forgetfulness succumbs to hysteria,
And the soul pleads relief from the crippling disease.
Pertinacity strives sans euphoria,
And dementia replaces the genius
With forgetfulness and hysteria,
Interrupting daily living continuous
As the soul meanders without permanence,
And insidious dementia robs the genius
Of faculties, dignity, and consciousness;
Years hence, beyond the glow of self-confidence,
When the transient soul searches for permanence,
And pills are swallowed to retain cognizance.
the strength of Black folks can be encapsulated
by the power in the message we convey
for we are purposeful bold Black kings & queens
forging our own way
acknowledge our presence
as we stand in all our glory
recognize our dignity, our pride
our heritage, our story
we are significant human beings
deserving of civility & respect
multi-talented & proficient
in every aspect
we assert our rights to determine & control
our own destinies
and have jurisdiction over our families
and our communities
the power in Black people can be summarized
by the fortitude we've continuously display
from the Middle Passage beyond slavery
to the systemic racism still in play
our pertinacity our tenacity
and our steadfast aptitude
gave us the toughness of spirit to endure
society's hateful attitude
the resilience of the power in the Black community
can be epitomized by our faith in Christ
as it was His mercy & grace which afforded us
the moral strength to never give up on life
acknowledge our presence
acquiesce to our magnificence
as we will no longer tolerate
hate not indifference
acknowledge our presence
I am praying for an eternal silence,
Your loudest move is just another offence.
I have been open to you for the longest period,
The interpretation you want to pursue is just making you an idiot.
I have never been so close to a clown,
I have never felt so wilfully drowned,
I cannot express the audacity to call you an unthinkable pride,
I cannot have the gratitude to be your undying guide.
I want to lead a life of the fullest norms,
You are just an unknown necessity that I have always seen in silly worms.
You are full of loquacity,
I am nothing to your pertinacity.
You want to judge the desecrated smile of Monalisa,
I want you to draw a similar structure on your countenance.
Everyone might be perplexed,
I don't want you to be suppressed.
You might not be a cenotaph of the transparent authority,
I don't want you to be that bargained mendacity.
I want you to walk through a thousand rivers,
To me, this river Life is nothing but a remarkable caricature.
I want to live and die at the same time,
In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime.
I pray for the grotesque fame,
None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game.
In this asylum, I live a lie,
The river Life is nothing but a gridlocked tie.
I want to be alive until I don't want to survive,
This phase is not my only witless dive.
Is this asylum true, or just a gruesome illusion?
I want to bring back my vision.
I don't want to live in this ponderous loneliness,
I don't want to die until I wilfully confess.
This asylum is full of savage desires,
I want to submerge myself in my obligations.
The river doesn't want to join the ocean of dark necessities,
The meander is coming closer to my pertinacity.
True wisdom lies in my shadow,
Until it stays in my favour.
For centuries, I have penned the tales of this asylum,
I am nothing but a mere equilibrium.
The qualities of one’s many thoughts are the measure of one’s power.
Vividly visualize all good and wonderful things as raining down in an abundant shower.
Concentrating on that real power that exist within you surely will manifest itself.
Dwell upon affirmations of joy, peace, love, health and wealth.
The royal road to riches is in the power of the mind.
There is no need for the customary eight-hour grind.
Everything begins with a thought and is manifested into reality
with action.
With constant sagacity will invoke the law of attraction.
When you find that thing that you love to do, that passion that burns within, pursue it consistently.
Undying faith will transport you to your destiny with persistency.
The rare courage to face the unknown is simply the lack of fear.
With strong pertinacity, you will find joy, harmony and favor year after year.
Planning requires grit and devotion to succeed,
Does triumph make you shiver down your spine?
Propelling, freed
accomplishment
I fought with more pertinacity than bulldogs.
I cannot help but look at the success,
Does insufficiency make you shiver?
Stigma does not end with lateness or quiver.
Would night demise throw by a droop
Of the early morning shimmer?
Dad geese the goal
setting the path
(Fragmented Verse)
02/25/21
All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Upon my intransigence, I seek solitudes,
sovereign of their state…
Pertaining to my pensive pertinacity,
rigidity reigns supreme…
Idol inflexibilities sustain my endurance,
thus my punitive perseverance ponders still…
For love be the catalyst that displaces my fortitude,
my firmness, my patience, my stamina staggers…
My valorous veins victimized with a wounded will,
I lay to rot a mortified morsel a malignant mammoth...
But yet I hold ground, entombed by the presence of love,
harpooned through the heart,
enslaved by its tentacles of tenacious tyranny…
For I am a man of vigorous valor,
violated by the view of Venus.
July.13.2019
Intransigence Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Perspired with pertinacity to bring up their progenies cozily,
Indescribably fondled them to make them smile forever !
Built brick by brick their dreams about their off springs,
Hoped they would be cared in their twilight existence !!
Attained bread-winner status and focused on their selfish ends,
But nonchalant towards the plights of the *** of their lives !
Not shared their anguish and joy played hide-seek with them,
Immeasurable is their love which brings no ecstasy to them !!
Dawned on them are the trials and tribulations,
Unheeded are their biological clock reminders of their hunger !
Precluded them their self-esteem from mendicanting,
Pestering hunger enfeebled them day-by-day!!
Villainous were they to throw the old ones from their home,
Knew nothing where to go and stay!
Marched out without destination,
Accompanied them their tears and sorrows !!
Ponderously made it to a place to seek shelter,
There a good Samaritan took care of them !!
DREAM
Dream until your head is no more
dream
DREAM
when you dream
let not your mind's eye see it as a mere picture
but a future
DREAM
DREAM
see the dream as a skeleton
And envelop it with flesh
Until your imaginations are no more
DREAM
DREAM
After enveloping with flesh,
put life into it until your breath is no more
DREAM
DREAM
When you breathe into your dream,
It might seem naked
Clothe your dream with pertinacity
Until your faith is no more
DREAM
DREAM
Dream until your dream metamorphosises into reality
DREAM
DREAM
Dream until success and your dream form a team
DREAM.
So far as you live
DREAM.
IRONY (THEIR WORDS AND YOUR LIFE)
They said you were a nonentity
Nothing, not even bronze could come out of you and family
You never planned to prove them wrong
But pushing to the crescendo, so you can sing a miraculous song
They claimed you were a ‘’dick head’
Living body, yet, with the brain, dead
You never planned to surprise them
But climbing gradually, so you can compose a soulful anthem
They despised you even when you were a fetus
For your bearer was not recognized due to their status
You never decided to let them know how your future would glow
In your life’s stream you wanted success to flow
They claimed,
You never planned to surprise nor please them
But your pertinacity , hard work and prayer inadvertently did
Push it higher, one day , they will come for a bid….
No one is God..live your life
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