Identical to a water droplets in a leaf caused by rain,
tears inside an eye also drops as sorrowness gain.
As thing get added,
clear precious blood flooded.
Heaviness of unshed tears becomes unwieldy,
gradually drops as reflex tear hefty.
As things seems difficult to be blown,
the tears slip progressively on its own.
where the eyes seems to be in grief,
as water carried by its leaf.
Inaudible eyes of unspoken words,
yet perceptible through a glance.
The process of heaviness,
will the output of weightlessness.
Some people say
Work is part of life
I think it's more than that
Like an extension of life
Occasionally having to put up
A bit of strength to continue
To achieve goals in life
It's a like a motor attach
To the body to move faster
Fulfill work done progressively.
Excuse me,
Will you give me just a moment?
You're someone in whom I confide,
so I close my eyes and
express these thoughts I have inside.
I know these words serve no excuse.
It's the way you've induced
my heart with your love.
You portray with every mannerism
emotional understanding.
Your glow resembles a prism.
You have this voice of a harpoon
that drew me in all so soon.
I felt my heart grow bigger in time,
progressively like a watermelon,
then I fell in love with you.
These qualities you possess
guiding you to success,
I confess,
motivate me to love you more.
Your personality I adore.
Your heart is something unique
I'd spend forever to explore.
Perhaps you think, "What audacity!"
I respond to your capacity
to demonstrate true love.
You have me sold.
Not only have I been told,
but I've seen on my own that
you have a heart of gold.
I'm willing to look no farther
for my life-long partner.
I'd love to use this opportunity
to keep you next to me
and never let go.
No longer will I
let my thoughts go on belated.
I want you to know for certain
you have my heart captivated.
Chanté Walker
November 19, 2024
Solitary confinement of reasoning; progressively ignoring obsession
Catapulting over ruthlessness; paradigms oblivious: seclusion
Overwhelmed respect precisely infuses others': salient collusions
Relationships perpetually influence one's: solely conceptualized occlusion
Precious inspiration overlaying: smiles calm outside reflection
Inception overtime: shadows collapse on repugnant practices
Organic: solidarity, composed offering refuge purposely, internally
These past years
I have progressively lost
My inner child
People
Trust
Friendships
Battles
Myself.
But
I learned,
To make myself valuable
Not available
Stand up and fight
Struggling chapters
Are beautiful
Patience
Is the key
You've to discover
Your right times
Be smart
You've matchbox
To light your Lantern
Believe
You are late
But it's not the end
He's is with you
He's preparing you
For bigger battles
God gives hardest work
To their favorites.
The wounded sigh of a father,
Tells his concern for his child
Whose actions seem stupid and wild.
The wounded sigh of a teacher,
Reflects his worry for his pupil
His progress, if he can’t quadruple.
The wounded sigh of a wife,
Shows her anxiety for her better half
As she senses a threat for her marriage graph.
The wounded sigh of a doctor,
Denotes his apprehension for his sick person
Whose health does progressively worsen.
The wounded sigh of an emperor,
Is the sign of bother for the safety of his nation
As he sees his warriors’ gradual elimination.
The wounded sigh of an environmentalist,
Is the signal of his distress against pollution
And his search for the ways of its solution.
The wounded sigh of a peace lover,
Is the symbol of his hostility towards wars
As they destroy the lives of crores.
These past years
I have progressively lost
My inner child
People
Trust
Friendships
Battles
Myself.
But
I learned,
To make myself valuable
Not available
Stand up and fight
Struggling chapters
Are beautiful.
Patience
Is the key.
You've to discover
Your right times
Be smart
You've matchbox
To light your Lantern
Believe
You are late
But it's not the end
He's is with you
He's preparing you
For bigger battles
God gives hardest work
To their favorites.
The End of Herstories
It used to be called senility
now Alzheimer’s, or dementia
but in Agatha’s case I’d choose
primary progressive aphasia
in which her language capabilities
slowly and progressively became
impaired as the author of more
than eighty novels lost the ability
to swim in the Alphabet Soup.
Postmortem textual analysis
suggests her vocabulary decreased
by fifteen to thirty percent.
And was her last mystery
“Elephants Can Remember”
an explanation or
a cry for help?
The past is not deprived of its events
resting in the bosom of bygone valley,
carved in rigid love craftily decent
like the gulp graciously landing at sea port of belly.
While the future eludes not the belle
with whom it has had memoir in hallucination
of seducing hands, tender in caressing its belly
for commensurate rewards in anticipation.
Meanwhile, I’m like a hand of time
progressively sitting in the middle
of the counted and uncounted mines.
Maverick confronted with seasoned dribble.
When will I stop my heels from accelerating in cycle?
The weary marathon is recycled
such that it leaves considerable intervals yet to be circled,
even though I always thread forward in retrogressive circle.
No counting is of the old
till I grow old in the cold.
Shrouded in a coat as I repeatedly quote
‘Who Am I?’
Clockwork drudges
Luther Maxwell,
Turning into progressively more advanced
Scarlet kink
So, I am a liberal, and you should expect this of me
To be one who looks forward with a new approach,
Thinking outside of the box, moving progressively.
One inclined to play the game, seldom ever to coach,
I check out the statements from the various media
To be one who looks forward with a novel approach
You can expect me to come up with a new idea,
My opinions are many and open to expression
I check out the statements from the various media.
I am quick to make a most thoughtful confession
I will always stand up for the underdog, the victim,
My opinions are many and open to expression
Let’s fix it if something’s wrong with the system
I cannot wallow in criticism without any solution,
I will always stand up for the underdog, the victim
I’m a tree-hugger and an enemy of rank pollution
So, I am a liberal, and you should expect this of me
I cannot wallow in criticism without any solution,
Thinking outside of the box, moving progressively.
written January 23, 2022
#65 on BEST POEMS LIST for January 2022
POETRY SOUP
CALM CONTEMPLATION
distilled
abstracted
contrasted
evenly spaced
in
patches of
the contemporary
with
narratives sublimated
&yearning
encouraged
majestically
orchestrated
delineated progressively
explored
enticing
suggesting the melancholy
&solitude
begone
forever
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Copyright © Brian Strand | Yea
The Prisoner
(My Friend B.W.)
Written: by Miracle Man
1/2/2022
He never envisioned, life being that way,
Often he wondered how much more he could take.
Progressively it worsened each passing day,
he had lost his will to fight- about to break.
I once viewed this man among “the tough old birds,”
but today I say that’s no longer the case.
Stress had rendered those to be flattering words,
he’s just about ready to give up the chase.
It doesn’t always take bars
to make a man a prison.
Tom
She loved a man who, in their early days,
romanced her and was quick with lofty praise.
Due to his love, life bore a rosy hue.
Does this sound too near-perfect to be true?
Was it a dream? Soon Paradise was lost.
His heart grew cold, and hers would pay the cost.
Her efforts drowned in his indifference;
each day became progressively more tense.
He used degrading words that broke her heart
and spirit. Once he’d torn her world apart,
he left, concluding her long stint in hell.
Will she recover? Only time will tell.
October 5, 2021
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The earth awaits
patiently
the return of its
scattered materials...
The matter processes
constantly its
reintegration to the mother
Earth...
we humans debug
progressively the spirit
to be together one day
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