Life’s New Direction
Written: by Miracle man
4-26-2020
Our days have now taken an entirely new direction,
each day comes with angst, without much elation.
Fear and anxiety are changing future’s complexion,
I pray that this pandemic will soon come to cessation.
In Hospitals and Nursing Homes so many are dying,
and our economy is stymied because of this vile thing.
To new rules, many are now reluctantly complying,
bolstered by their faith in what tomorrow will bring.
Government promulgates rules injecting fear each day,
our way of life has changed as we stay at home bored.
Those who believe it’s a hoax, with their life might pay,
by ignoring the facts while continuing to horde.
The media paints daily pictures of where we’re headed,
we’re inundated with news, without desire to hear.
COVID-19 virus has become the worlds most dreaded,
only God can cause its presence to suddenly disappear.
Categories:
promulgates, angst, faith, fear, future,
Form: Lyric
'Fragment of the soul'
A mighty unpleasant zephyr,
Slivered my soul into
fragments,
And blew away my most
valuable fraction.
Macrocosm became his
hostelery,
Having gained altruistic
radiance,
His silence became my
tribulation.
Snookered by lot of malarkey,
Hoveled in dismay and haggling
for aquittance,
I died a silent death every
moment.
Now that time promulgates my
totality,
As I rediscover that fragment of
my soul,
My mind rests in serenity and
content.
Just as I regain my thunder,
And manage to rise in bravado,
To live a life that I would
evince,
Now a denizen of desires and
aspirations!!
Written on 14/9/13
Categories:
promulgates, light
Form: Triolet
They caught me in the library—
Reading the selected poems of,
Whoever. When this day ends,
I feel as if someone lit a match
Inside my mouth.
When I walk down the aisles of books
Warped with titles by authors
Of obscure names
My fingers grasp complacently
The worn bindings
And I breath deep the toxic must
Of 300 years in a basement,
Maybe less.
The origin of pages promulgates the pasture(s)
Of my dreams, the dream of dreams, and
The dream of stars in the heavens of the other planets,
Not like this one
Where the cage of my figure must reside.
I don’t care about edits—
Instantaneous insanity is better.
I don’t care about raves
I’ll rave about a bad hair day
Before I listen to a pseudo-happy-rave
Of a wannabe pilgrim
A shrieking raven is more fascinating.
Categories:
promulgates, angst, care, dream, care,
Form: Free verse