The position of rest is with buzzing provocations,
Depict mind as it like, full of vibrations,
The pattern will not be drew to so easily
Let all winter our feelings from fire to the dale for water lilly,
Opportunity comes at ones through this pages,
Frisking frivolities edge to edge no matter rages,
Even a mother wouldn't be indulged with her offspring role early,
She became patient and let the time cover it enduringly,
If a nibble wanted to reach the position,
Must mimic mother's wishes for appropriation,
O! Dear friend surely I became still-stone
And hobbling to reach my flowers with a beacon.
I stand here still
In the stillness of the night
What have we been
Have we been through
I wonder now
Every morning a new day
I am glad you chose to stay
Whispers, softly call
Manifold shapes
A heart of gold
I can be sure
That we grow old
Just so much
To be learned and told
You shine
You grow
I see the spheres
Of significance
I see the pillars
Of consistency
Ordeals and provocations
Our best aspirations
You shine
You grow
I’m in temptation
And in flow
So long
So long ago
Give me esteem
And I paint a wonderwork
A raging stream
That can be heart
All along through valleys
And over mountains
Hold on tight
You might be trembling
But we make it through each night
We are not forlorn
Nor restless
And I kiss you every day
And tell you that I love you
There is so much to be said
And alas so much
To remain silent about
In good times
And in times of fraud
The heavens rise
In a burning cloud
CONCEPTUALISTA
impenetrable
fascinations
signified
ever
in transition
of the trivial
visions
validated
with
unnerving
perverse
provocations
subversive
& startling
extremes
generated
to view
inspire
awaken
surprise
of
one mind
into another
loud voices of young men,
are glorious songs in the ears
of their mothers
encouragement in the ears
of majority good fathers and
provocations in the ears
of some selfish and
stubborn fathers.
August 15/2023
Our Revolution sought limitations
On imposition of regulations,
But supplications met deprecation
And castigations not reformation.
Such condescension sparked protestation
And contemplation of separation;
This supposition stirred apprehension -
A premonition of confrontation.
But, declamations and remonstrations
Spurred agitation toward Declaration,
While provocations and deprivations
Steeled resolution for liberation.
War's prosecution, through execution,
Forged dedication for recognition;
Its culmination brought dissolution
And vindication for aspirations.
While extrication brought satisfaction
States' acclamations lacked definition.
This Federation showed imperfections;
Low validation forced redirection.
Deft composition penned Constitution;
Strong propositions scored affirmation.
Hence, generations find inspiration
And preservation their obligation.
-------------------------
Tell all the people yet to come
Democracy is what we chose;
Their mission's goal: protect it from
All foreign and domestic foes.
What
is
irritating
them the most,
Sometimes some people
don't understand you.
Not because you are so complicated,
Not because you are so rich,
Not because of your pride,
Not because of your intellectual capacity,
Not because you don't revenge
After their multiple provocations.
It is because of their bad intentions
Towards you which failed many times.
Kept missing the way to reach you spiritually
As
you
are
a
strong
prayer
warrior.
Your prayers
always
choked them.
March 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
SELF EVIDENCE
a mania
recognised
open&esablished
provocations
erupt
in its wake
a harmony of
the melodic
jangling
this anguish
rekindled
with an intimate
reverance
so immediate
a transformed insight
summoned
&visible
so lifelike
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
I’m hot in a careless way,
Like a barn fire, or a stolen Mercedes.
I’m the B-side of a 45
That never got much air play
Except at the request of lonely girls
Sitting home on prom night
With thin slivers of moonlight
Slipping through their drapery
To caress their disappointments.
I’m an organ grinding gypsy,
A vendor of cognitive provocations,
Subliminal symbolism,
And academic totems.
My vagrant delinquencies
Have accustomed me
To settle my accounts
With handy lay about cash;
My ledgers are always well balanced.
So, when I need a little bodily love,
When I need a little bodily love,
Yes, when I need a little bodily love
I summon that sylvan nymph coven
Of nubile forest vixens
To witch their carnal spells
With dirty talk and tongue lashings
That cleanse my insecurities
And teach me the usefulness of emptiness.
Gurus religion and spiritual leaders encourage us to kindly
Reflect on meaning and soul for the sake of compassion
Existence before essence takes another stance on ethical life
As Sartre lies in his grave his message stands firm just the same
To heal confusion and balance dysfunction with a humble mind
Eternal infinite and impermanent uncertainties challenge
Serenity and the pedestal may threaten to be a garrotte
Calling for honesty and moderation in the face of defeat
Anton once stood at a crossroad with a noose round his neck
Pondered persecution death and the illusion of prison
Emblazoned by provocations of doubt he had a great escape
14th January 2020
You killed one of mine.
I killed two of yours.
You retaliated by killing ten of my brethren.
I hit back killing one hundred of your people.
Enraged, you eliminated one thousand of my countrymen.
Outraged I obliterated a town of yours.
To get even you destroyed a city of mine!
I came back.....!
The same thing is repeated for thousands of years:
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!
And now here we are, my enemy,
Both with one eye, and both with few teeth left.
Don't you think that the time has come for us
To end this insanity before we end up, both,
Toothless and blind?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 January 2020
*The escalation of provocations in the Middle East brings humanity
closer to a total war as days pass by!
** "Two things are infinite:
The universe and human stupidity; and I am not sure
about the universe! " Albert Einstein
Grievous battle with carnality
Sore spiritual vexation day and night
Beseeching victory’s finality
I yield to God* to reach righteousness' height!
Vanquishing self-glorying dominance
In arena of service-stewardship
Midst self-esteem’s prevailing arrogance
I cleave to the Lord’s zealous partnership.
Overcoming lustful provocations
I’m driven by prayed-braced holiness’ bout
Though fainting, to soar against temptations
Holding on to faith’s sword, conquering doubt.
Self as foe, I face, thru my great Fortress
Treading down flesh, anchored on grace-buttress!
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
January 15, 2019
6th place, "Best Sonnet 2019" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 7/10/2019.
I have gained so much
And I have lost so much
My greatest gain is love
My greatest lost is temper
In all provocations, stay calm, speak less.
10:43:26 AM
And ten weeks later
You'd be gone
But your socks
Are still here
You looked so bad when you left
Barefoot without a care,
Solitaire
The blanket you wore
You had sworn you'd tear
Before you'd leave again
All tattered and alone
Without a thought for your own
Pursued by thrushes
And their beautiful song
A gem by it's lonesome
Solitaire
Let well enough alone
The disquieting emotion
Of your isolation
Your unequalled proofs
Of provocations
Considered seperatly
Things are never
Of the same class
Solitaire
No displacement of egos
Along your trail
To go next your steps
No devotee gaining on you
No toting any trappings
And your back subtracted
Into the unsettling downpour
The colors of your cover fading
Solitaire
Bedcloths and linens
Wear dull the drifter
Prompted by airs
And your socks
Are still there
As if an advertisement
For the grandstand
Of your departure
Solitaire
So long to former discourse
Recoiling without answers
According to pattern
No more, the grand tour
For pegs on a board
Extinct and flightless
No long goodby
Forever distracted
Solitaire.
Attention, guests and citizens,
Familiars, relatives!
Hey, would you like to get a gift-
Your easy bread, free cheese?
This luck can drop right from the sky,
And you don`t have to wait:
A lot of money, travelling,
? car, or real estate!
Don`t shy to take a part and win!
In the contests and actions!
Yes, I`ve been too, and trusted in -
In all these provocations:
Yes, I`ve been waiting and believed:
It`s mine! No, missed again...
And soon I understood: that`s it!
Be fooled – that`s all we can.
They feeding us with promises
And poison with a tales
In fact – result was known before
For us is just a fail.
So, throw off your naivety
It`s counted in advance
We will not be a favorites
On this feast of the false.
Though you are smart, brave, powerful -
Your hope here`s nothingness.
Cause all the prizes – for a closest
Relatives and friends.
And if we will catch anything -
They`ll try to find the worst.
Cause why to give an alien
The best, best present... Not!
So, let this cheese is sparkling, free
Lays on the golden plate -
But if it is not in the snare -
So, moulded and stale.
It's not about me,i know
You're just being polite.
It's not about you,
As i've been told,
You've never been right
In my doll house.
It's not about myself
My superior intelligence
Not your articulate speech
Nor your erect carriage
It's about our distinct sort of kind
We are both human beings.
Composed in related times
We may resemble each other
If not for ourselves
And each other's appearance
Committing crimes
In my doll house
It's about timing
Indefinite and continuous
I reckon the passage of it
Waiting for the right occasion
That hairbreadth's escape,
Your welcoming provocations.
Mine's an uncommon
Now and again
To brake is to slow
Past my homey little inn
Not to go door to door
Past my doll house.
It`s a pleasant feeling
Lying opposite to your view
Unblocked and honed in
In a house of our own
An asylum for offenders
With human frailties.
It's not about you i know
I'm just being polite
It's not about me
As i've been told
I've never been right
In my doll house.
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