My pen cascades it's ink here and now,
Leaving stains on my pad, silently i assign my words,
Carefully in a filthy aura, they might be candied than
Thaumatin, yet as biting as lime, very monotonous
And exhausting.
Perseverance please!, it's not my fault.
Let fault be found to the wicked, who are never guilty
Of their licenticiousness and that's why my pen is on a hike
Traipsing about to rebuke the vicious.
If i were you, profligacy would be a consequence.
Perpetrators of the ordinance along with the
Muggers of mutual estate, to them it would
Be a remorseful dilemma.
If i were you, this couldn't be what we're,
Impoverished, philistinism, unpaid time off and
Antiquated. I wish i were you, you couldn't be
What you're doing, nefarious crooker, larcenous,
Deceitful and shameless, still they don't get
Why if i were them.
I wish i had that crown on my head,
It doesn't matter whether it would fit me or not
But it would definitely suit me, to hold the treasure
Fishy enough it's neither mine nor yours,
It belongs to them.
Categories:
philistinism, africa, corruption, courage, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
When I gazed at the sky,
Was devoid of celestial bliss to the eye,
Pitch dark, as dark as a black lie.
Obscured 'above the clouds' were,
Moon of my emulations and stars of materialism,
Rising upto infinite expanse and unlimited realm.
Ambitions coursed like blood through me,
Material desires unending like treadmill,
Unseable above murky dark clouds of philistinism.
Enthusiasm lost to adversities and fortune,
For lack of determination altered my traverse,
Time tricked me down like a running grave,
Rainbow that receeded as I advanced.
As the wind blew and the doors rattled,
Saturated clouds burst with the torrential rain,
Sweeping impatience and increased appetite
Cleared sky,of ambitions as hollow as soul of an echo.
Iniquity flees, and I find
my verves as new as the glistening silk of moon,
Determination as hard as a rock,
Metamorphosed into a millionaire's mistress.
And tireless I fly, conforming to all my aspirations,
Culminating at the crest, desires hurried like clouds,
And diligent I stand in complacency,
Where serenity is the denouement.
Written June 19th, 2013
Awarded 4th place win
Categories:
philistinism, desire,
Form: Prose Poetry