Don't pout when I smile
Don't hate when I am away in mile
Don't push when I stand
Don't flush when I taste bland
Don't spurn when I land
Don't burn when I am in your hand
Don't block when I step aside
Don't flock when I abide
Don't dive when I disappear
Don't derive when I am not near
Don't repine when I am not fine
Don't define when I forget to draw the line
Don't run when I walk
Don't pun when I talk
Don't skip when I stay
Don't slip when I go astray
Don't keep when I don't beep
Don't lit when I don't knit
Don't frown when I am a clown
Don't drown when I am not a noun
Don't...
Laying brick by brick, with stickum in between.
A stone on top of another: dream quest and scene,
erected diligently, with a blueprint at the ready.
Each dot and line progression is sure and steady.
Despite storms, hurdles, and limited funding
With slow but steady aims, slanted rashly cunning,
with optimism, sharing in God's dream design.
Adversity shapes us to strive rather than repine.
God's will is a bunker, so every lesson is a brick
His word is final, and the walls of the friary are thick
Our foundation is the cornerstone of our existence
Lord God, the ruler of men, smooths the essence.
I savor being amazed; trust my full autonomy.
A heart full of hope gives way to honesty.
It's optimistic, soul-strengthening, and simple.
We stir up lies, and our ignorance is sinful.
Our love shrinks our hatred with each pulse.
It's tough to stay aside; must veins convulse?
I'm not sure what they'll do if we meet to shine.
Our passion for each other will be closer to fine.
Written: February 16, 2023
Closer To Fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
As the wind blew with the sound of a roar,
The storm clouds moved in over the tree line,
And the rain quickly fell in a downpour.
Across the sky a bright lightning bolt tore,
And the storm clouds began to intertwine,
As the wind blew with the sound of a roar.
Suddenly, my mind and heart were at war—
A cathedral bell rang the hour of nine,
And the rain quickly fell in a downpour.
Through the rain, I saw her whom I adore—
Then, she swiftly vanished without a sign,
As the wind blew with the sound of a roar.
She had been all that I was looking for,
I hastened to find shelter to repine,
And the rain quickly fell in a downpour.
Looking at a puddle, I wished once more
To see her face reflecting over mine.
As the wind blew with the sound of a roar,
And the rain quickly fell in a downpour.
© 2021
In our father's house, you were doing fine,
but you did not want to toe the line.
Father, you said, 'give me what is mine.'
Leaving home sent a jolt of joy up your spine.
No more scenes of servants grazing kine,
or picking grapes off the vine.
Feasting on choice cuts with the chine,
sporting with women, and drinking wine,
living in a ritzy ranch on the banks of the Rhine.
You have many friends who love to dine,
but you are too naive to know that is a bad sign.
Poof-poverty pounces and pierces like a tine,
now broke, homeless, hungry, you start to pine.
To earn money, you take a job feeding swine.
At nights you lie on the streetside and whine,
thinking of the servants and how well they dine.
It is okay, you ragamuffin to regret and repine.
Get up my brother and toward home your feet incline.
The sight of you will make our father’s face shine.
Don’t repine, daughter
Despite swarms of storms surging forth
To steal and slay the laughter
That shone in your life’s growth
From a tender age
Caressed and comforted
In God’s hand despite strange
Forces that felt had you discomforted
In the natural
Where their purview
Seemed impregnable although the supernatural
Scoffed at such a view
Which God couldn’t bless
Regardless of sinister motives
Angels of envy chose to address
As God’s omnipotence and omniscience rendered them unfit fugitives.
Most of it shows a repine,
Pictured grandma's ring,
He thought I was stuck to resign,
Travelling around,grandpa was holding a sling,
No one sought to give him an attentive help,
Dated it in a document,
Treasures dug from hard work,
He made a tremendous trek,
Saviour of dead legacy,
He was the changer of bad delicacy,
Established classical and contemporary scholars,
His diadem was from pure emerald,
Hearts of outsiders were filled with equity,
But science took his foreknowledge,
Believing not in nativity,
His years were rebel age,
Making it possible to open a new page,
Everybody feared to warn him,
Perhaps it was his spiritual cream,
When I convinced an heathen,
There was a family healing,
Life no more dormant,
Human figures neither vacant,
Now every wall is strong.
Loves Needs
Yield not your favours maiden mine,
At least not until the end of time,
It is important that you keep
Your body pure so you can sleep.
Unfortunately my tenure here,
will not support so long a fast, l fear,
So with a heavy heart l must pursue,
others less principled in their view than you.
I doubt I would enjoy such trivial liaisons ,
But physical needs create unsavoury occasions,
My heart and needs respect your zealous grace,,
But conscience is dumb in passions strong embrace.
Of course I would eschew all thoughts of tawdry bliss,
If from your honeyed lips I could draw one kiss,
In gloried celibate State, for a while I would repine,
But not of Course forever or until the end of time.
Sanmati, my angel, has decorated jawline.
Aside puts cold anger and does repine
Negative things in her life, but always supine
Merry things about the wide world divine.
Against me or her things she despise saline.
Tough tenderness she got for me in palatine,
Ignoring angry love or a speck on her tine
Jot down related things like family of feline.
Almighty may support her in future design
Illustrating Triumph and Failure, outshine
Nebo by her sweet behavior saccharine.
UNTIL AM GONE
Until am gone before thy
knowth my value
How lonely life will
be without me
Dos't thou really created creature
To credence in immortality??
Verily belief,Belief verily
My days are numbered on earth
Until am gone thinks't me not!
For life is a misery
Repine not my bossom friend
Verily destiny shall prevail!!!
Recall our good times
and live live on
Until am gone,Miss me not!
For life is going through time
Miss me no thee enemy
For thou showeth me love
even with wickedness
"Death be not proud
Though some called thee mighty
Though some called thee dreadful
For thou art not so"
"For whom thou think'st
thou dos overthrown
Die not poore,Nor yet
canst thou kill me?"
The grave's a fine private place
But none,I think,Do there embrace
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016.
I cannot help but recall,
Peers of eminent prestige,
Some passed on forever gone,
Others lost for sake of fear,
Long nights of acoustic bliss,
Beating back the demons in me,
As I repine those odes of past,
Relief of dawn comes fleetly,
Hordes of faces have come and gone,
Companions never seem to last,
My true desire is to be whole,
Realized to myself be true.
Sweet Rosalia was here with me
but for a year and a day
when we strolled the cliff beside the sea
to see the oceans spray
Sweet bairn of mine did laugh and clap
to see a butterfly
she reached her hand when broke the strap
fell from the cliff to die
Poor child of mine made not a peep
when fell unto the rocks
I pulled her from the watery deep
my bairn with sable locks
Such deep lament pooled off my face
she cradled in my arms
the tumble left none of a trace
the blow that did her harm
I could not bare to cover her
in mother natures brown
nor place on her the white death fleur
in cold and darkened ground
So Rosalia I did place
inside a glass top bed
forever more you'll see her face
whilst sadly she lay dead
I could not bear such deep repine
my heart could not erase
when saw the child did break my mind
wrapped in inky Seas embrace
My Deep lament would not erase
visions of my darling drowned
So I stepped unto the cold cliff face
And flung my body down
DICKINSON PHRASIS part 11
Today has been a fair day,
very still very blue.Tonight
the crimson children are
playing in the west.In that
pallid land the simple call
sleep,the wind blows its
gentle measure in my ear.
‘Tomorrow it will be cold’.
How sweet if I could see
you then.I would not repine,
knowing that bird of mine
though flown,learneth beyond
the sea,a melody new for me
and … will return.
Letters of Emily Dickionson ed Mabel Todd 1894
A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s (out of copyright) prose to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me recite this phrasis trilogy on youtube under my pen name ichcthyschiro
How fulgent heaven's eye doth shine
Glistening warmly from the skies.
No bitter thoughts of life confines
My heart to bid to hope goodbyes.
For in the darkest cave of sorrows
Hope will lead me through my days.
Like clouds - away from me blows
The dashed dreams of yesterday.
My prayers will labor not in vain
For love may grace my misty days.
Dreams the golden prize I'd claim
In life's ever daunting pathways.
This new born year I claim as mine
The sorrowing songs of life will mute
No dread may turn my heart repine
Or shape the splendor of my youth.
''If you can imagine it,
You can achieve it;
If you can dream it,
You can become it.''
William Arthur Ward
Caught in a Cats-hat
You obviously admire the bestiality of a canine,
Hence , you probably find me rather asinine
And the confident swagger of a *****-cat
Is grossly superior to the airs of this pretensive plutocrat.
So you will , alas, never be my concubine,
Due to my propensity for the libertine,
(not to mention the table wine)
I do not have the means of an autocrat
And have only the sensibilities of a pornocrat.
Your disposition to adore the canine and the feline
Makes me feel like a philandering Philistine.
I will always be such a yellow-dog democrat
That I quite threaten to knock off your high hat.
And now for the denouement, my valentine,
For your humble blessings I repine
For the company of furry, felinous, feral Sumi-cat
I do so miss inhabiting her habitat.
g Tiberius
On a day that had to be
He was nailed to a tree,
for crimes He did not commit
but He knew He must submit
They beat him so badly
that others cried so sadly,
but He would not repine
for your sins and for mine
A man... a son like no other
treated each one like a brother,
He forgave them because He knew
"For they know not what they do"
He died that day nailed to a crossed tree,
He did it because He loves you and me.
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