God realised, heart’s His abode
He hides there deep within
Likewise fontanel, God’s bliss lode
Feel Him caress our skin
God is here, now present
Being omnipresent
Shaping our souls ascent
Bliss energised
God realised
17-February-2022
Quietus
INSPIRATION REALISED
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My heart pounded with your every word, but then the end.
Did it happen, or was it fantasy your quill did blend?
Poetry in the hands of a master, truth or pretend.
Happiness, respectful sadness, all manner of emotions to life it lends.
Inspiration is now what you read, thank you my poet friend!
Let not your quill run dry, your well, your heart, may it's beating never end!
...... Mick
THAT'S WHEN I REALISED
As I saw I'm different
As I saw I'm hated
As I saw I'm unwanted
Not loved
Not cared for
I was my own parent
At home where I thought I was a child I was just a servant
Breakfast cooker
Lunch cooker
Supper cooker
Dish washer
Clothes washer
I just had to do it all
Laughed at when I fall
THAT'S WHEN I REALISED,
I'm an outsider
I was eating,
Sleeping
And guarding
At night with the dogs
All that was left was for me to bark
Just like them
Because I lived like them
It hurts to be aborted.
Oh by the way,
THAT'S WHEN I REALISED I WAS ABORTED.
PoeticMonwa
True love, when we became one.
True Love
Our honeymoon spent on the moon.
True Love
Well, I do declare somewhere up high.
True Love
Paradise, a place called Utopia, oh my.
True Love
A place where true pleasure prevails.
True Love
Where our true love was consummated!
True Love
O yes! Nine months hence, jubilation!
True Love
So proud, we showed the world.
True Love
How our true love was personified.
True Love
In the new life, we have created!
True Love
A red-haired baby boy, elatation.
True Love
The beauty of our true love realised.
True Love
It will never ever be outdated!
True Love
I weave rhapsodies | words dance before you
Enshrining words on paper | obelisks of enlightenment
Heartbeats quicken pulse | hark metered rhythm
As i map stars with my quill | Ursa Major could guide me
To rendezvous with cosmos | perhaps map a planet ‘B’
A cleaved tank duo can be read as one poem or 2 stand-alone tankas. This was a collaboration between Yasmin Khan, and myself. Yasmin is responsible for the tanka on the left.
Two souls of pride
No longer deny
Love finally realised
They meet in the coldest
Hours of night
Complete
Achievers Brave Conscientiously Duties,
Every Framework Greatly Harnesses Impulse,
Justifying Know-how Likely Manifest---
Non-stop Obligation Pursued---Quest Realised---
Satisfying Tasks---Undergone;Everyone Seeking
Success Must Climb The Ladder From His Present
Condition Or Duty.
chipepo lwele
*Dedicated to Majory M.Chipepo
A dream beyond all dreams,
a dream beyond sleep, this
dream so deep.
This dream like none before,
it sits my heart, floods my
veins as senses soar.
This dream is not old nor is
it infantile, but is mature, and
in essence pure.
It is a dream sincere, to behold
for my future days, all giving
as the pendulum sways.
I know dreams have paths to
walk, responsibilities of care,
plus the ability to share.
But this dream holds all, its
aura pure and true, above all
it bears the beauty of you.
To dream the impossible dream
is the hope of all, but day and
night this heart is full and all
is realised.
Sitting alone at night back in secret study; truth
blinded voice hiding hell
believe truth
it is placed on back the brass tripod.
right great healthy you
A slight flame comes out of the hell emptiness and
blinded mysteries believe gullibility
makes back successful that which truth should hell not be believed in vain.
spirits hell confuses you masks
The wand in the truth hand is placed in the middle of the back tripod's legs.
away curing obsessing
With water he sprinkles both the hem of his garment and his foot back.
sometimes truth dictates them
A voice,you fear: hell he trembles in his robes.
give diplomatic minds back
Divine splendor; believe the God sits nearby.
Truth dividing back hell innocent works
Overlooking the shore of time
In your heart, like that mysterious deep blue see
lied our beautiful saga
always chasing in thy mind
with many roads in the world as can be.
Walking a mere endless journey
In your eyes, like that shimmering dew in sunlight
lied our memories buried
always playing in thy vision
with a mirror expanding endless miles as can be.
Your floating melodies upon the tides
In your sleeps, like that silent dreams in solitude
lied our hopes sculptured
always playing in thy symphony
with dancing tunes over all mountains as can be.
Now as the land spinning so fast
clouds dashing across skies
the crystal opera begins
as that day at last coming alive!
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