If words would wear resistance down,
trust me, I would use them.
Fine phrases mollify that frown?
The agile adverb, the nimble noun?
I would not refuse them!
If poems charmed your soul, you
may depend upon it,
I'd eulogize, extol you,
compel, convince, cajole you,
in silken sonnets.
But what can words achieve?
Nothing, I fear, that matters.
Though I would fain believe
the word webs which I weave
can knit again love's ravelled sleeve,
I'm really not quite that naive.
And so I feel I have to leave
this thing of ours in tatters.
Her restraint ne'er beholden to a closed entity,
but to turn the key that unlocks the shackles
that hinder one’s poetic pen, utmost words
to cascade into the annals of history,
Bard to reveal decadency of a mind from
ravelled stifled panoramic views.
A script of nonconformity that dwells deep within
one’s consciousness, battles with the hostilities of
an academics re-eduction of the tyrant’s expressive
enzyme, that breaks down the very essence of freedom.
A need to call upon the phoenix of ancient times, and
from the flame of one’s liberality penetrate the
barriers of one man’s mindset, only when birthed
within and lived it, can the truth of understanding
be apparent to those that reside outside the bubble
of totalitarianism's ambiguity.
entered Mark Toney's 2022 Marathon poetry Contest
Mile 18 27/10/2022
Poem written 2021
Choirs of angels sang with great joy;
Heavenly heralds proclaimed:
Rejoice for the Savior is born this night,
Immanuel is His name.
Shepherds, awed by the angels' song,
Travelled to where He lay;
Marvelling at this holy child, they knelt in humble praise.
All glory to God in the highest for His gift of grace and love.
Salvation was born that Bethlehem night - God's Son sent from above.
12/19/19
Curator's canvas primed white
Pure white and found wanting
a common subject to decant-
Man and Woman, in waiting.
Once laurel-wreathed,
Now ceremonially decadent.
Not a word, True Love breathed...
Recoiled lives once ravelled
will be parallel lives travelled
in convoluted loving.
And truer twisted hating.
Posted: 21/07/2018.
(This is about the love/hate aspect that unravels what could be good relationships.)
Ever Know True
On Irrisistible Insight
Night Luminessence Must
Shores Luring Ever
copyright Joe Maverick 2011:)
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