To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
DISTRACTIONS
She slithers away,
Our feelings,
Like a snake,
And indeed the strings.
The man with the box,
Oh, the camera,
Sprint in second like the fox,
With shakara;
Just so you know,
And just so you listen,
Strings of now,
The noise to hasten.
Pastor, these are much,
And maybe,
You can quench,
Or you can just let be?
This your temple,
Wears distractions,
And the interior looks purple,
Losing her intentions.
Polithiefcians kissing the mic,
Exchanging blows,
Of insults to psyche,
As the bundles belows.
Is this truly salvation?
With her poke,
Or temptation?
This may choke.
Hey minister,
Tell your friends,
To tame the sinister,
And distractions ends.
Too many distractions,
Is it the lingerie:
Or the many temptations
Comraderies?
Truly, we need time,
To serenly meditate,
With christ in sight,
But sores repudiate.
We come for salvation,
And not distractions.
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading
spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams
cadenced with
rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal.
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze like emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness.
The sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to the void
of oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…
Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
The whole world demeanor wild and chaotic,
From one creature to another,
Rivals, a definition of our hearts,
Dirty competition, our goal.
Plutocracy, a depiction of our societies.
Oh God! Where is your universe heading to?
If we all be such heartless?
Isn't the young generation observing us?
If yes, won't they insert this seed of impurity in the next generations?
Yes, I don't repudiate having a shepherd leading a flock,
But why not there respect for one another?
You won't stress the sheep because you are prestigious.
You'll eat it when fatty but not small due to stress.
Here comes a suggestion,
Let leaders be dutiful to everyone, no more segregation.
Rich people now respect the poor,
Married ones esteem singles,
Parents regard your children.
Coz tables can turn when you'll need the one you hurt.
BY TURYAGUMANAWE MATHIAS
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams cadenced
with rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal,
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
by the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze to emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness,
the sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to void oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…
Choking, churning dense river of clouds.
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.
Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.
We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods.
There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started,
before the blast of tainted waters scoured
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.
i repudiate this clock on the wall
each moment frozen of time
lashes back in internal strokes
against my weary soul
its ticking erupts
like thunderous echoes
within the confines
of my tortured mind
on this darkened night
i slip 'neath the shadows of past
running in circles
trying to escape
the grasp of hands
that taunt like death
eternal torture
through infinite seconds
that beat like this heart of mine
as the pace amplifies through mind
bereaves me of the present again
as i face my own fears once more
unkept from another sleepless night
i arise with the same fury as a sun
beneath the bloodied skies
denouncing the storms
as they rage on
July 2, 2020
Time 8 word Challenge
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
Tension cascades down the neck
shoulders all through heavy legs,
avalanche of a sand that has been
weighing me down with burden.
Vacuum replaces this drop
in an after echo of the shock,
legs deflated by stress of blood
are left without structure to hold.
Balloon head floats a migraine,
aimlessly it drifts ruler of none
in conflict duplicity of the outcome.
Celebrate the thick skin of endurance
or repudiate unseen extent of damage,
thus pick the numb wine to pour tonight.
I dream of you my beloved Daisy, you were of such flagrant colour
Your fragrance filled the air, as the rays showered on you in downpours
And I take a step towards you, even my own feet adores your beauty
Gently, I touched your petals, they are velvety and soft and silky
As the tips of my finger caressed you, in such delicacy as your delicacy
You stood so confidently, flourishing in a garden of none as your competition
So easily you catch the eyes and trap the hearts and insinuate such passion
I do not want to wake from this world, from the imaginations
And I thirst in such desperation that you come in your beaux to satiate
For I am addicted to your fragrance and your nectar that none can repudiate
Darling Daisy of my dreams, I shall not pluck you from your roots
But sit abreast you, elongating this dream, to wonder in the captures of you
can you open the floodgates
one coffee date
nothing ornate
why can't you relate
why do you skate
the subject of debate
I'm not cheapskate
I'll let you dictate
and narrate
stories of fate
I just want your plate
of poem's ruminate
and mysteries of predate
and of course of late
nothing more to agitate
or allocate
nothing to repudiate
i'll be cool and straight
i won't be late
I'll throw my weight
skip the prate
and the clown gait
i'll be calm and sedate
do not freight
or deflate
can you open ...
... the flood gates
connie pachecho
2/11/17
1. Hoboken (cost: faces)
green listlessness falls a cobalt bakery 5 westward arms
mists Montana purchases atrophy azure
turned golden Midas go-go 4 melting faces ultramarine
gallows repudiate denim jeans down
cerulean cilantro eyes whispered ears 3 gaslights my head*
my starlit neck has navy warm
milk run black worn ounces of spirals index teal holograms
flies toxins tag morning sifting deliberating wintertime
2. Your Volcano (faces costs)
“dont comma(sic) desire
notebook lyre cardinals feathers
pacify powder blue lashes
laughing ashes crown report tombs addicting turquoise
calico periwinkle cerulean eyes dancing pg 77 ice sculptures quell
el tigre numero unos deserts of cyan argyle analyzing nose-gloaming yellow.”
*You gave me the Gospel of Valhalla so I gave you Retrowave Eternity.
Port Talbot
The city of steel,
Is the place where I belong,
Under its industrial cloak and working class reel,
Where talent is abundant and steelworkers are made from steel.
The city of steel,
The place where chimneys stack high out of reach,
And golden sand river from its arms,
Where identity and pride manufacture industrial charm,
The city of steel,
With its industrial predominate core nestled by the shore,
A heart pumping its flow with pride and identity,
And natures blanket covering close guarding hills smug with beauty,
The city of steel,
It's tomorrow shackled with greed and jealousy,
Tricked by fools promise sheltering black rats,
And caught by deadly bloodhounds hunting in packs,
The city of steel,
Whose children are forged not born,
Who will never repudiate but battle what you stand,
Until the safe return of their great land.
This is my city of steel,
Our city of steel.
Repudiate
What if you were to repudiate
Everything I said as of late
Of handle did fly
And head hit the sky
I said you weren't so great.
Jim Horn
Kind of Reminds me of Will Rogers
Chose Another Candidate
What to me would seem so great
Is if all rules we could repudiate
And at same time discover
What we needed was another
More our entire brains educate.
Jim Horn
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