Ears drooping, fur matted
had it long ago shone
Hard to know
as it picked its bone
clean of any last trace of
nutrition
expressionless now
sunken eyes ~ resumption
of…
The climax occurs in shape of alarm
Transition takes place from the little sleep
To the resumption of the big one
And in this moment of change… a fight ensues
It's a battle royale between the
Dark recesses of the mind
And the recess of the conscience
Returning to the class room of reality
The body reluctantly follows
On this forced march into daylight
Where the engagement is commencing
And the forces struggle to align
The line of sight looms near
But the outcome isn't clear
Because this contratemps
Is both internal… and eternal
The aftermath leaves one to wonder
Before the forces gath'ring plunder
How could the circumstances gather
Leading to what wakefullness
Can put together in sequence
What led up to a moment… that could not be foreseen
After waving fire is cast at stability
After scorched wood cracks its last cry
After last ash touches down, tranquility
After light of dusk waves its goodbye
When the ashen remains settle out
When rain of twilight washes away
When days turn months born of drought
When a survivor returns to his stay
Then the broken parts are collected
Then volunteers help to rebuild
Then a newer chapter's directed
Then victim can again feel fulfilled
It was fire who made all that he wears
It is inferno that wants him to perish
It indiscriminately burned all his shares
It is those who followed he'll cherish
INTERLUDE
When a short break is considered apposite
It could be to inhale and just take a breath
But no silence for too long, so keep it tight
As to walk away would be a kind of death
Aware when resumption staggers into sight
Music rules, dispelling any shibboleth
Treat it as an infill with relaxation
Applied with firm intent, not hesitation
Just on the cusp of experiencing joie de vivre,
the triumvirate of Crooks and Quade
figuratively swoop down
to announce re: inspection
of apartment unit B44
whenever they deem appropriate.
Thus series of unfortunate events
(linkedin with bull limey
Lemony Snicket bro)
got sidelined nsync with
contracting a minor bout
with deadly Amish Flu
symptoms found garden variety reasonable rhymer
bedridden feeling a little horse and buggy (ha),
incapacitated to craft signature poetry writing.
An honest to dog confession
regarding hiatus spewing forth
vociferous versatile vocabulary
mine words - worth their weight in gold
(told woofer I do not know), nevertheless
included perusing a gamut of reading material.
The passion to engross intellect
witnessed courtesy immersing
attention, concentration, excitation
gratification, intoxication;
knowledge prized more precious
than fine spun gold.
Likewise crafting (albeit painstakingly)
elusive notions that flit
to and fro hither and yon
(analogous to ping pong ball)
within parameters of
microscopically crenellated
sixty plus shades of gray matter
also constitutes fervent interest.
In the midst of snow and frost, when hope is suspended
and the air limping between the trees, nature seems set
for the final rest; all that lives and passes, shiver, worry, desire;
under the sky, pure, void, empty and uniform, clouds murmur in boredom;
an immense silence has filled the space between the trenches, weighty like
a hammer; no cry, no sound of rifles and machine guns, or water to hose them down; the execrable game of wait and fear; and finally a white flag,
as white as snow white, filling the air with its sudden brightness, peace at last, the resumption of life and happiness at last.
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COVID-19 LOCKDOWN OR MELTDOWN (pick one)
You want a meltdown
and barnish the lockdown?
Sport activities resumption?
Not yet a conclusion.
Dead businesses emergence?
Church & Mosque convergence?
Return normalcy long gone?
Okay! DEATH has to go on
for LIFE to go on
if we all must move on.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 17th, 2020.
My wheels on the gravel spin around with wholesome timidity, forthwith
No hesitation among the five solitaires surrounding me like a myth,
I’d made up my mind to commence with resumption of self,
Like a viceroy who fiercely enjoyed, earnestly hoped,
Delightfully defended, unprovoked!
Let me redeem the measure of time I privately bred,
Strange is the feeling of freedom,
When everything is done, when everything is said.
Pardon my ignorance as I stepped into the opposite corner,
Excuse all the heartiness given never to be forgiven,
Scarce and hesitant, as a traveler who has sharpened senses,
Willing to cross the great ocean and a shallow sea,
With respect and honouring the deal
Disappointed so much yet those eyes will continue to edify me
Uplift and weaken,
Melt and sadden,
The feeling that lingers is my beacon
Guiding me through a rough storm,
March on! Embrace life, exceptionally warm, - reform!
And here it comes:
A new born baby:
Born by education:
A senior of term:
A new semester!.
1) Faces whipped with loneliness
elates themselves.
Eyes laced with Joy,
Teeth embroided with happiness:
With smile inscribed therein.
1)Teeths greeting teeths,
Smiles taking picnic in contentment:
Faces starved of glowing smiles.
2) 'You shouldn't go today'
Her mother had said:
'The first day of resumption
holds unstable words and indecision.
Hence to the market 'day,
at morrow your soles shall kissed your class'.
But why wont she?
"A groom waited on his bride till wedding night. And you say he shouldn't greet her?"
2) We'll get what our souls advocates...
"Ma'm i'll go.... At 'morrow i'll stay!" she said.
17:03:12:08:24
A New Life.
by Akbal Niyonkuru Rajab
Beginning has wrapped my heart,
This is a change of being me
I am tired of being anxious,
I need to find my future.
I lived in someone’s else dream,
I was just imitating like a baby learning to walk,
I used to pretend being me,
But really I was not me.
I think a lot about me,
Who really am I?
A human without goals?
Ain’t possess any dream?
Sometimes learning has become a battle to me.
I had to fight many times but
I didn’t know what I was fighting for…
I used to sleep maybe I could find who will I be,
But I was self-deception,
Maybe it was me or maybe I was overthinking.
I need to start over,
This is my resumption.
@akbar
At the sound of the opening door
The crows cawed a warning
A stray cat perched upon the fence
Meowed to greet this morning
The warm sticky fog touched each pore
Made life uncomfortable
How early in spring does summer
Appear so formidable
Each plant contained within a pot
Cries out for moisture please
Like works upon the edited page
Call for a similar reprise
From old, old themes can lines read new
To modern generations
Let my lines ring within their hearts
A message to nations
The sound of thunder marked the time
But no lightning was seen
Like a comet always has a tail
Youth dream their awesome dreams
Some fall by the wayside consumed
Like seed pecked by those crows
Let God's message be heard by all
His love for man disclose
Finis'
Formidable__arousing fear, dread or alarm or inspiring fear or respect
through impressively large, powerful, intense or capable
Reprise__a return to the first theme or subject
A recurrence, renewal, or resumption of action
The confidence is choice my soul the scene
like rivers winding backwards be mundane!
Opposing is my forethought my exclaim
that holy art of trial, pray to redeem!
Oppose me not, Oh God, in this remain
nor edge out indiscretion, thought were vain,
that character did choose to grant my wane
a walking pattern master filed my name!
It were my heart, as effort's yet proclaim
but true within in goodness and explain,
wearied Faith, my solitude doth aim
to ply my course, resumption gears disdain!
To trial by error, hearty towards contain
opposing gathers courage, while quitting . . . stays the same!
This cross mark of identity, staid lore
the last encounter, recognizing's score
memorable, the lost, the size of war
turnover my resolve, feeling's what for!
My holding on to being, rich or poor
the nights, the restless feeling, the encore
refuse the past, reopen some lost door
or verify concealing love's implore!
Turnover ~ nay, the spite of evermore
that ragged intercession, mentions for,
conventions sought revealing to restore
some archive, that congealing grave's deplore!
Now, life ~ a placid sealing, safety's shore
that as my hope, a timely art's concur
resumption of truth's will, convincing's hoard
does scatter with the wind, creating slur!
It is the youth's assumption, that false spore
that all is for their gumption, other's bore
and from the fallen gentry, not take oar
but gear for their resumption, more the more!
Turnover my fond reason to explore
this governmental treason, worth's revere
and that which represents me underscore,
lift higher, to the ceiling, vantage pour ~
and empty the deceiving . . . to the floor!
No divesture of this, the soul's remind
the will of intervention supplements
with watching's wrest, the citizenry not bind
to sameness value, while the truth is blind!
I then must separate from that ensuing kind
that regulate on vestige, inheritance assigned,
my courage has one merit, yet options are sublime
to change the course of wrongness, others leave so behind!
It is this costly virtue, no gain, no riches mined
but everlasting oneness, with those whose crowns were lined
with scars from no assuming goodness was just consigned
to those who blandish glory from past renowned refined!
It is the price of freedom, continuous ~ divine
that scourges not resumption, but "freshens" from confined!
"Sentenced but not silenced" Mandela, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
James Bevel. (Gandhi and Jesus) Civil Rights Movers!
The car that brings that box
with requisite solemnity
purrs reverently to its gentle halt.
The engine is well mannered,
so quiet I hardly know it’s died,
yet the silence now is solid,
till men in black, with practised gravity,
pass to the rear to slide out that box
from its car-borne bier,
where it sat like a slab during transit.
Now it commands my eyes;
it shares my air.
That box! It cannot be ignored,
not now it is here and I so close
and knowing what is in it.
Only when it is carried inside
and placed on the catafalque –
restoring distance between it and me –
do I allow a resumption of my breath
as I move into the chapel
to take my place and make my farewell.
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