That girl splatters her faiths in colors of adoration,
Adoration of spineless whispers carried by heavens beyond,
Beyond the biosphere where her sentiments goad to creek,
Creek tender desires into every reverie.
Reverie curtains her realm in silk and gold,
Gold resembling the narratives my girl’s yet to articulate,
Articulate by an expression that is so tender and genuine,
Genuine as the assurance of waiting so proximate.
Proximate to her emotions, a reality takes voyage,
Voyage through the stars in the velvet darkness,
Darkness bends in amity with a radiance my girl has perceived.
Perceived in the lifecycle, she’s continuously baptized her fantasy.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Categories:
proximate, dream, girl,
Form: Free verse
Is Proximate to Intoxicant ~ as Protestant is to Contestant
Categories:
proximate, fun, word play,
Form: I do not know?
(PoetrySoup Format)
Somehow,
I find myself
content,
confident
and
intrepid
. . . intertwining the interval,
these dimensions,
and the embroidery
that sets us apart
Even though,
there’s an ache to know
you,
and occupy
your personal space
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a connection unbroken
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right now,
contentment
confidence
and timely dimensions,
enable me
to be,
proximate
________________
(Tender thoughts) - softly reminding me
* * We're Always a Whisper away * *
. . . and our hearts echo in the wind
Categories:
proximate, emotions, longing,
Form: Rhyme
Did you wonder, why?
Your child kneels on the back seat,
Watches, out of the rear window,
as your car, gathers, speed?
Being a follower,
you honk dip and shout,
To overtake cars ahead,
for the thrill of an egoistic bout;
While your little one wonders,
watching the cars recede,
To the driver he had smiled at,
why does he no longer, heed?
Unaware you follower,
you take control of your will,
Periphery flashes past steadier;
the car in front appears still;
Return of happiness,
as a rear car proximate,
A young boy passenger waves,
and your child reciprocate,
With those drivers ahead of you,
you doubt your grace,
Being a follower,
unaware, of the drivers face;
Categories:
proximate, analogy, anti bullying, care,
Form: Imagism
Near a huge ocean of love
The day is delightful
Colourful birds are singing
The sun is shining
All is calm for our glory
And nature admires us
Close to a titanic ocean of love
She sits proximate to me
And she moves closer to me
Just the way a tortoise does
And her eyes fix mine
I can read true love in them
Adjacent to a mammoth sea of love
I see smile covering her ruby lips
Her dimples draw nice to see
I can read thoroughly in her heart
What she cannot dare utter
Her face is glowing with love
Proximate to a gigantic ocean of love
Silent water murmurs our majesty
To incite her soft hand land softly
On my cheek and close her eyes
Her lips seek to get closer to mine
To mean our freak hearts are one
At the shore of the sea of care
She holds me tight in her chest
To keenly inhale in my nose
The natural breadth of love and trust
That storms beneath my skin
To make me feel in paradise
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
proximate, love, romance, romantic,
Form: ABC
Of Cleanliness and Godliness, the adage appoints;
God will be proximate to the most cleanly joints.
Now, Craig’s place is clean, I mean, his pad is bright!
And Steve lives on Craig’s left while I’m on the right.
The way that I figure, if that old saying’s true,
Then Steve’s digs are painted a deified hue.
Steve must be holy as holy can be,
‘Cause he’s next to Craig’s place, and God is not me!
Categories:
proximate, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
An effect without a cause
A bolting into being
Is anathema to reason
A delirium or dream
Proximate – and ultimate
Phenomena exclaim
There is one rule inviolate -
Determinism reigns
The implication staggers -
Our will constrained, unfree
Yet if this be so
How can reason be?
Categories:
proximate, philosophy,
Form: Quatrain
An outpouring of the soul
A sense of release and escape from all confinement
A voice --- a source of power and strength
Emotions --- uncontained
A raw honesty
Vulnerability to the bone
A portrait of a time distant or proximate
A healing from within
A poet’s worth --- undeniable
Beyond the limits of the universe
And the artist’s definition of the word
By Marckincia Jean
5/25/15
Categories:
proximate, courage, poets, universe,
Form: Free verse
From Sumter to lee's
surrender,
The hostilities
between,
The fired shots,
The wasted lives.
Questions unsettled
from nation’s
Inception tried,
The issues such as
key
The slavery
question,
North and south
divided,
Over them contended.
For four years
'proximate,
The fallen and the
slain,
Lying spread-eagled
or prostrate,
After the smoke and
fire,
The invisible
element cleared.
One half to arms
deemed humane,
The second half by
profit blinded,
A profit from toil,
Off the backs of
them from
Across the sea,
They brought to the
land of the free,
When freedom was
deemed for
Only those up the
tree,
The morally-blind's
human tree.
The questions which
war forged,
The same did war not
settle outright!
How! Many men were
slain.
How! Many men fell.
And as blood grass
blades covered -
Dust grains stained,
So deeds the pages
of history
Marked,
And these indelible
marks
Have left upon the
sands of
Time.
Categories:
proximate, history, men,
Form: Free verse
Twisted thoughts, carefully secluded in webs
Anticipated plot, not an evolution, just being you
Planned subjects in an unhealthy immobile mind
You’re form of infinite justice, well developed in the form of
Secular Mnemonics
Extroverted passivity, a purposeful and comprehended essence
Can’t look in the mirror now, brainstorming anew
Embracing this way of life, a perceived powerhouse
A structure of themes and deviant standards in
Secular Mnemonics
An attempt to discredit, the line already drawn
Interrupted consistency, peculiar crafty imagination
A distinctual pattern of self deception, fooling who
Acute contributions from those unaware of you’re
Secular Mnemonics
Sinister comprehension, overt radiating classification
Abnormal psychological trends apparent to some
Proximate and embrace the priceless gift of truth
A healthy journey through you’re perceived hierarchy of
Secular Mnemonics
Categories:
proximate, people, , cute,
Form: Personification
Marvelling how this sun-kissed landscape shaped the sweep,
In cornfields awash with yellow, seas of rippling gold,
As the river cut a mud-bank path with current deep,
And whispered sweet and long of things untold,
Beneath the apple boughs we welcomed sleep.
And when the sun at last sank to the rolling hill
With dreamy eyes we spied the fall, the slow descent,
The night hawk cried a warning to potential kill,
The fields alive with mouse eyes came and went
When dusk laid down a slyly creeping chill.
I told her then of all my shallow heart desired,
And face upturned she drank of all I said, so entranced,
In truth, not in my life before, had I felt so inspired,
The glittering of fireflies within her eyes had danced,
And for an instant all the death within me had expired.
Towards the lamp-lit moth trap of the lonely tavern gate
When walking on the gravel, the leaf-roofed lane,
Even though the greatest love stood fiercely proximate,
The emptiness returned inside, but could not rule again,
For the beautiful walked hand-in-hand with I the desolate,
Categories:
proximate, life, love, passion, people,
Form: Verse
How high the moon in comparison
To the depths in which I sink;
How black the nightfall garrison,
How black the thoughts I think.
In every niche I see her,
Every place I think I spy
Glimpses of something proximate
In peripheral white of the eye.
I seek with fevered staring,
I seek when more sedate,
And all the time comparing
Degrees of love and hate.
The searcher and his tether
Are bound so they are one,
Through endless shifts in weather,
Inclement skies and sun.
On desert plains and highways,
Through anguish and through bliss,
On crooked wasteland byways,
Or cold metropolis.
I microscope my mind,
My bare soul scrutinised,
For scraps of clues to find
Some answers symbolised.
The heart is driven weak
By all it left unsaid,
How long must someone seek
For something known as dead.
Yet search by force of will
Until all hope is gone,
And time is all to kill,
And travel travels on…
Categories:
proximate, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Verse