Our Lives Now Entwined Through Mutual Consent
Our lives now entwined through mutual consent
As we agree to face the tests life presents,
Expressed in exchanged vows of matrimony
With wedding rings glistening on our fingers.
In front of kin and friends under umbrellas
(Who bear witness while memories develop),
As audacious thoughts waylay in truth exposed,
When promissory words by us are spoken,
“Before God, we profess our belief in faith,
To love, cherish, and honour one another.”
Then embrace each other with feelings conveyed
And seal with a kiss our future together.
Sanctifying our bond in marital union
Beyond an objector’s inapt interruption.
the tsundoku trail beckons me,
a promissory path of pleasures to be had,
veiled in the haze of unexplored possibilities.
i take my first steps into the secret museum,
strolling into the forest of forgotten volumes,
each one brimming of worlds yet unseen.
my breast thrums with curiosity,
echoing the eternal rhythm of the psuche:
"what lies missing, these dogeared pages?"
now that my friends, is the mystery..
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Closed Account
David J Walker
The uncertain
Decimal point is real yet
Unforeseen
The last scene of the
Latest dream of a
Vague and future
happiness
The language is Pigeon
And unfamiliar
An inspiration of
Lukewarm winds
An overdrawn account
Of promised future days
Compromised and
Secured only in unsigned
Promissory notes
And yet the plan is
To retire young
While the infirm
Await their turn
To expire
To the tune of a
Closed account
Be wise and don't mock love
Lion not pass any guilt by anyone
Everyone's eyes are happy to see she
I the one buyer fire look she
The brain says that she does unfaithful
It's amazing that I have such an illusion full
O my troubled heart, where is his love?
If you don't know where it is, it is definitely a secret move
Everyone's eyes are happy with your laugh
Whether she was or not she is a laugh
You are the most forgiving person in your loyalty
It is the day of eternity, open the door secretly
You Never don't turn your back on a promissory
The burden of my heart is from where to where like mystery
This world with all creatures and existence
It revolves around you like Sufi dance
How bird-like a new fetus is,
like a chick in an egg,
the delicate spine curved,
all the fine bones promissory wish-bones
tucked into s floating nest.
Unseen embryonic pathways
are not yet cleared, diverse divisions
are still dividing. Genetics uncertain
for an interval, a pause.
In the blood bound sac
a reptilian blastula
breaks through to be human,
a primordial development
reenacted as a timeless secret.
As a young child
I really thought I was Superman.
I would jump off ever higher elevations
arms outstretched
until at last I broke my legs.
Reality was my kryptonite.
Yet like a fledgling
I was just readying myself for flight.
My mothers womb was closed tight
within it still the residue of broken wings;
they would have to be expelled
before I could be forever grounded.
Songbirds now come to my bird table.
I listen to their chipping beaks as they
crack seeds.
None stay long for fear of the circling hawks,
yet they sing on the wing,
to me, they seem to warble triumphantly
of eggs hatched and eggs
unhatched.
radiant tenets
promissory misnomers
deciduous lives
Our specter of Death---misunderstood
our illusion of Life---doubtful at best
differences between the 2 are negligible
their insistence is more than true.
Birth begets a note of beginning
impermanence sets the tone for leaving
born both of guilt and latent innocuousness
life--a promissory note of relaxed reticence
all 'isms collide, faith vs knowledge vs wisdom
whether a natural illiterate or college born.
we own our own posthumous poetic license
believing fool hardy beliefs to faulty commiserance.
Step back, take stride in the power of a No Self
remove all falsehoods-place wisdom on your shelf.
BANKER'S PROMISSORY NOTE
my gosh
what tosh
NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).A 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
Final Tribute
(for the Last Caesar)
Give the annual percentile amount
of your iron-copper gathering
The yearly brow liquidity
is required by the silver arm of vexation
Hemoglobin promissory is handed
to the seated image stamped on the penny
Spinal rein acquiescence,
bent will to the usury yield is mandatory
Because the last Caesar said make it so
The coins are jingo collected,
earmarked primarily for a military preference
Give ad infinitum;
blood, sweat and tears
is the required sum
Profess fiscal fealty to the feudal lord
of a monetary divided land
Take a sharecropper stand,
a servile oath of stained cloth submission
What is the scarlet vow protection condition?
Pay the final tribute
with the parting of your farthing soul
Give with mint-scented breath,
(a legion air of pleb compliance)
the placid portion of patriotic cuckold
Pocket pawns ask only for golden liberty,
to debt pursue life, love and happiness
With deep tributary lender lament,
the last Caesar said belay that request
09-14-21
I love You in 5 Languages
David J Walker
How more than once
A vestal dance
A nights romance
Gesticulates alone
Perchance we heard
The same music as we
Glanced through colored glasses
At the golden moon
Bowing in the ballroom
Vowing erotic promissory notes
Suspected but unconfessed
In the street corner confessionals
I love you said in 5 languages
While mocking the intonations of
foreign words and the
Meanings that one-night can hold
I will meet you in the
Abandoned public garden of
Lost calendars
That only we can know
They tell you what to love,
and who to hate
Their EM waves
dictate
when to have feelings of
disdain cut-rate
Callousness is the mental diss-ease
that permeates the air —
Pharaoh moans ...
toxic fumes of vapor crossbones,
they Caesar Palace dicey sell
Mood marketers
always swill toga do,
owe so pyramid scheme well
Create your con-sumer reality
with jingo slogans
as the purchase item guide
Ad hocking violent buy-products,
guaranteed to keep
your gunpowder tears dry
Sob heavy metal tales
of forged wails
is the pitchfork tongue cry
They tell you what to hate,
and who to love
Bend the knee,
profess unwavering loyalty
To the money sign satellite
passing up above
Feel free to
empty inventory please
those remote control, Mood marketers
Let the gold chain ticket stub
be the glass ceiling snub
worth of
your commercial existence
Nil grieve to
never promissory leave
the debt dole, repo soul carpetbaggers
I am the potato every pig covets,
The circus every Woolf dream to perform in, and
The toddler every phidophile crave to live with
But non will ever have
I am the uncut gem that will ever be rough
The golden egg that will never hatch
The promissory rain that never falls
I am the Oasious mirage in the Sahara sands
The hope that will never happen
I am the prodigal son who never returns
The Fallen Angel bound in purgatory
The pain the world will learn to dance with
The puncture that will never be mended
The unbleached indelible black patch
A patch of black on white linen
I am the darkness that out shines the light
The negativity that permeates every decent heart
The fear that every brave mind wimp at
I am the harlot sleeping with Kleptomania
Tranced in the blood of innocent souls
The cries of the poor is my sole music
I am the bread cramps of africa
The pagan spell that can never be undone
The sacrifice for the world to see
I am popular in every continental tabloid
I am the joke every embarrassment laugh at
I am a lot of things but nothing
I am nothing else, but Beloved Zimbabwe
A cascade of autumn leaves lying scattered all around
in faded pale light, nostalgia is tucked in some bygones
forest air still redolent of pink azaleas profound,
reclaiming back those moments in images and icons.
In faded pale light, nostalgia is tucked in some bygones.
riding that chariot of rainstorm, did we not then dance?
reclaiming back those moments in images and icons,
promissory of dreams, beckoning rainbow of romance.
Riding that chariot of rainstorm, did we not then dance?
remember under that tree, I dissolved in your wrapped arms
promissory of dreams, beckoning rainbow of romance,
molten moments of candle wax, awakened in your charms
Remember under that tree, I dissolved in your wrapped arms,
forest air still redolent of pink azaleas profound.
Molten moments of candle wax, awakened in your charms.
A cascade of autumn leaves lying scattered all around.
Dated 18th June 2020
14 syllable in each line : howmanysyllable
Picture Prompt #2
Sponsor Eve Roper
Contest Name feelings of nostalgia
Many of us are confused as to value, the convenience of money
O not long ago, GOLD was the real money, today "feelings" hold sway
No paper is wealth, except if it allows for BARTER (Covid-19 has a say!)
Every freshman ought to know: money are notes (promissory)
Your reputation backs money: see "credit" dry up when U don't pay!
NOTE: If you pay attention, or if U did with the rise of PRC. China, since the 1980s, it was a decision made by the G8 nations, that allowed "communist China" to try selling goods to the world at huge profits. Now that a new Cold War exists between Trump's US & the Comrade Capitalists in China, the so-called wealth of China-PRC, will diminish significantly. Politics makes "money for us."
Silver tongue money sign blow
bellow ballast
moral bankruptcy notes
Reprobate shekel vocal chords
toot the $eductive $ound of the crafty coin jingle —
Filthy lucre windpipes
utter-ly craving more and more
Tainted dross lips blare grifter bluesy groans,
lover of the honk heist Tap scale shrill moans
Pied piper pickpocket player (such a theft bar clone)
blow an Iscariot number
with a snatched purse pirate dirge Ag cornet tone
Argentum coffer con-duit
continuously ear play the bandito music,
that Gehazi leer song
Let the pilfering notes fill the covetous air
with a subtil silverware sound ...
Polluted decibel waves b crooked cavalier,
a-plundering thoughts abound —
Fork tongue reed bark paper lust promises;
empty air promissory echoes,
so wallet stolen wrong
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