Ordinary people in an extraordinary aurora borealis
What is creativity?
A fanciful hue between renunciation and repudiation that never
fully control whence she recited in your mind ,
fair daffodil you haste away so soon!
Transitory! Seemingly so!
I fancied otherwise! Thoughtfully so!
A Rustam Hudaygulyv
Who could be a pen pal
He does not need to be one!
I was a pen pal, and there is also creativity!
As the ordinary light casts a hue on the brazen clue
In the land of the never
Still extra ordinary lives are also there, simple and soliloquy
A simple humble key to your imagination.
Humbling too!
Tender is your age,
I must be gentle
and honor your gender
and the exquisiteness
it can show and offer;
a female is feminine,
not as rough as a male,
I compare you to a lily
that has purity
depicting its whiteness
and it renders
an unmatchable
example of ingenuity!
Beautiful are your traits,
refined, noble, and gracious,
but silence makes you restless;
and I must confess
how my awareness
delights in your flairs,
never expecting perfection
even from a spontaneous phrase
who is spoken eloquently...
wouldn't I praise it,
not considering it
an intangible malaise?
It's my moral obligation
to be attentive and protect always
your precious innocence
not tolerated by insolence
and from the constant harm
of heartless monsters
who easily bend a fragile will,
who defile a defenseless body
and also an unyielding soul:
a single bruise immediately
will sound the alarm...
and fling away my fury
with a glance of repudiation!
Tender is your age,
and innocent are your ways;
much you will learn from life
imitating who has lived enough to guide
your steps and make you victorious...
laugh hysterically amid the battles of rage!
Mushrooms are the type of food
That cause a certain attitude
In those who see them on a plate –
It’s either love or it is hate.
To me, that pungent, earthy smell
Is one my senses know quite well
And thus my taste buds come alive
When mushroom dishes do arrive.
Yet others blanch and will reject
A meal or dish that’s mushroom-flecked.
That loamy scent that I adore
The mushroom-haters do abhor.
But it would really be a waste
If smell alone deterred a taste
For fungi lovers would lament
Repudiation due to scent.
It started with
a drop that burnt my forehead at first,
then dissipated before it
had a chance to cool.
Denied passage on the path that traces my jawbone, ending where my mouth falls into a frown.
The sun was too quick to claim it.
Yet, there was no repudiation of the rush that followed as the long overdue clouds gave birth
and Earth received their babies,
afterbirth and all.
I stepped off the porch,
eager for the dirt to turn to mud,
which clung between my toes.
Then---
I held out my foot and watched as
the water streamed down either side,
rinsing the dirt away.
Clean. As it should be.
Will you dance with me,
now that the rains have returned to Zimbabwe?
It started with
a drop that burnt my forehead at first,
then dissipated before it
had a chance to cool.
Denied passage on the path that traces my jawbone, ending where my mouth falls into a frown.
The sun was too quick to claim it.
Yet, there was no repudiation of the rush that followed as the long overdue clouds gave birth
and Earth received their babies,
afterbirth and all.
I stepped off the porch,
eager for the dirt to turn to mud,
which clung between my toes.
Then---
I held out my foot and watched as
the water streamed down either side,
rinsing the dirt away.
Clean. As it should be.
Will you dance with me,
now that the rains have returned to Zimbabwe?
I’ve been deserted and forsaken,
relinquished and reawakened.
Renounced and completely vacated,
living a life intensely complicated.
In the throes of woes, I’m saturated.
No more time of sincere elation,
now only a lonely sensation.
To this pain shall I surrender?
I used to touch a hand so tender.
Now I’m an abdicated offender.
I’ve been abandoned, left to die,
no one said I must comply.
Though I’ve been pushed aside
there’s nowhere I can hide.
I’m chained up, arms tied.
Full of repudiation and rejection,
I lost life’s balanced connection.
I fear the worst has come to take
my one and only mistake.
From this nightmare I must awake.
Thrown over the reverie’s shore,
taken away from those I adore.
Disowned and insanely combusted
from all those that I trusted.
Now I’m the one mistrusted.
So I must renounce and give in.
I crave atonement for my sin.
Turn myself over to cruel intentions,
death shall come with circumvention.
I pray God comes with intervention.
Fear arrives as I’m the one who runs,
though life is the one who abandons.
Abandon Contest
Brenda Chiri
June 10, 2018
Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck
For if the struggle
Needs weapons
Give it words
Repudiation
Enthralled me but
Never shall be free
With only a host
Of phantom listeners
Concealing its fury
With just a gentle hiss
Never venting its loath
Never turning to its maker
With condemned hate
When hail and fire converge
In just a fissure
Bearing only just a deeper malice
Inviting only an occult mind
And spatters only wicked stones.
Republican Repudiation
Senator Larry Craig
Denied being a ***.
Caught foot-tapping at the airport Minneapolis-St. Paul
By a cop who happened to be in the next stall.
Stolen pencil, this poets utensil.
A tax refunded bit of loot.
When I was younger, I wouldn't have given a hoot.
Just how pathetic can one soul be?
Can't even afford a sliver of a tree.
Well if redemption can be written.
This is my offing that I'm remittn'.
It raises questions of what to do.
Degrees of sin in me and you.
I clip my nails in a stolen ashtray.
I've done it for years, what more can I say.
Repudiation for such a minor act.
No one spends much time on such thoughtless tact.
Pay it forward and steal it blind.
Just a little guilt to ease the mind.
My rebellion is based
on ufairness and repudiation,
I'm not blame and won't say a word...
you've fed your fantasy on illusion.
You have put a price on love,
and it's not my fault for the wrong assumption;
this heart of gold gave you enough, if not more...
you still accuse me of cheating with foul intention.
Make me swear, and still truth will shine,
make me go and you'll lose everything you possess;
I will show no shame in defending my innocence...
but giving you another chance wouldn't be my desire.
Beat your angry hands against my chest,
it will not hurt; and although I will withstand any madness,
don't fling any accusations to get quick explanations...
you have no proof I've done such things in the past.
Companion.
Comparable, compassionate compatibility.
Committal, compound or common availability.
Glorification panoistic or repudiation ability.
Inattentive, inappreciable, impudent cruelity.
Repletion straggled and monolith joky stability.
Licentious, monolatry rendering ostensibility.
splitting halves
battle unsolved
no compromises
no justifications
the price of beginnings
an endless sought
in the irresolution
I am caught
flawless in the contraries
the tearing poles of
my conscience
Assessment is evaluation,
Sometimes, repudiation..
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