Three breaths away -
His cloak floats
Dark, luminous
A cold wind wraps around me
Precious water,
Dripping in mirth
A song chills my bones,
Familiarity rings in my femur bones
The sacred scythe
Grazes my thigh
Precious red jewels
Rushing to join it
I fade drop by drop,
His smile infectious,
His potence my privilege
Curtains awry to the afterlife.
Categories:
potence, angel, angst, death, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Lessen your crimes now and give ear to me
Perhaps I can still make you understand
How a force for bad you've chosen to be
To many in the firm grip of your hand.
You cajole the one, abash the other;
Promise acceptance, threaten rejection.
All in an unfair attempt to smother
The voice of good, and enthrone perversion.
Do I wish you were not in existence?
Would I really snuff the life out of you?
Far from it, I recognize the potence
In you to cheer and uphold what is due.
Decide, then, to turn a new leaf today,
And I may have good about you to say.
Categories:
potence, anti bullying, how i
Form: Sonnet
Harmonious co-existence vexes as
Ugliness of spirit overrides all sense:
Man, woman, young, old - locked in constant conflict.
Antagonistic leanings destructive, but
Nations are split by doctrine more than terrain;
Isolated, insular and self-serving.
Tempestuous relationships reign supreme;
Yawning chasm between status quo and potence.
Halcyon adventures wait amongst the stars:
Unite, Peoples of Earth... and ascend as one.
Majesty of universe lies before us,
Architects, wholly, of our own destiny.
Negative acts consigned to history books;
Inherent self-destructive urges shunned by
Transcending schisms and grasping conjoined purpose.
Years uncounted may pass, but faith shall be pursed*.
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* pursed = rewarded
11 syllables on every line - checked with howmanysllables.com
14 November 2017 - my first Acrostic poem.
For the "Humanity - Acrostic" contest, sponsored by John Hamilton.
(2nd Place)
Categories:
potence, adventure, destiny, humanity, philosophy,
Form: Acrostic
When conformists' adherence to
irksome, empty, shallow, hollow
obsolete rules
overrides unadulterated substance...
imported intuitive works
of essence, potence...spirit
When lettered law
obscures, obliterates
disintegrates
vital verve
When egotistical opinion
ascends higher, reigns over...
tramples on authentic art
This is when I dispose and disclose
I hold scant esteem for form...
mundane reins
colorless, humdrum
lackluster genre
or those whose swollen ego
is entirely, absolutely
engrossed and entombed
in them
Genuine unfeigned expression
shatters traditionalists'
trivial thrashing trash
Veritable voices resound
thunder, reverberate
resonate
in spite of outdated
highly esteemed
decadent modalities
education... influence
bound, chained
shackled, inhumed
by absurd vanities
veritably pluming pride
ignorance and arrogance
boorishly dispatching
meaningless, lifeless
senseless, worthless
drivel
Categories:
potence, angst, culture, freedom, voice,
Form: Free verse
I'm a Poet who's poetic potence
Is unnoticed
The beauty of my soul glowing
While they try to define the notion
An can't get the quotient
Laws of motion
Inside my body is forces
My mind in commotion
From thoughts exploding
Unseen gifts sowed in
Psychic genes in me loaded
A psychosis being for not being a cloning
In this brainwash world enjoyment
Lonesome
Chromosomes evolving
Until this being revolved in
I'm awesome
Got a calling
From GOD TO be involved in
At least I know I won't ever hear a dial tone
Setting milestones
To pile on
Top of tiles of stones
My ancestors ain't extinct even if they haven't found the bones
They live in me so now the crown is worn
Categories:
potence, angel, appreciation, career, change,
Form: Free verse