Smog and blackouts led to an off-track sleigh,
‘til Rudolph’s red nose could not save the day.
Santa refused to show stress,
So he used his G-P-S*
To get Christmas Eve trek back on its way!
Albanese you make us un-easy.'
I advise you are 'routed out'
Sitting in the dark,
My shadow shines bright as I think of my future,
the one that's always criticized,
and I dwell upon my feelings the ones that always scatter in different places as criticism ingites.
Showcasing how alive it is en how powerful it can have a bigger impact on one's life,
and that's wen realisation kicks in
as my future hides even further behind my shadow how,
how do I unbuckle the fear concentrated on the routes routed by my mindset with the help of my heart..
I scream for help but mute is he who hides his feelings with a mere smile...
Love so spiteful ripping the odds of peace promoting violence,
a mechanism so dire in consequence.
oh how blind a human eye can be,
as it sees no reason to refrain from an effect so diabolical in action as the heart screams,
"save me" for the the hundredth time..
Cover blown
Your plan is now known
Deem dim your scheme
But don’t forfeit your dream
No man claims to deserve
But all want to own and preserve
To be lords in perpetuity
With their kind, kindred and fraternity
And so it’s a watchful game
Keenness and spying remains the same
The outcomes and trends are touted
And so is history routed
Propping up and talking down
Marks the contest for the crown
To sway those who sway at speech
And thin the contest in pitch
The prize begins coveted and dear
Until being weary and in fear
Heightens the cost for plenty
Heightening the stakes for a few and scanty
The mind plans and the eye takes glance
But both are slave to time and chance
All want privilege and privilege is to all
And to this, God extend His Call
K. Muitherero
An Autumn wind blew an acorn
from the paws of a squirrel
right into the pond
without so much as a twirl
Then the wind knocked down a sapling
that had recently sprouted
cackling madly as a witch
at the foliage it routed…
Heralding a long bitter winter
Madame Wind howled as fierce
as a wolf ripped to shreds by a bear
~ primal instincts ravaging its lair
Frontiers may get guarded sans hate,
And bonhomie get built ere late
Amidst smiles sans adversities,
But wars when rage, rage miseries.
More than the people, wins the king,
Soldiers die, their memories cling,
In strife suffer their families,
Yea, wars when rage, rage miseries.
The bridge-builders were forgotten—
Poor monkeys made butt of all fun,
Ram routed Ravan with all ease,
Long since wars rage, rage miseries.
Frontiers may get guarded sans hate,
But wars when rage, rage miseries.
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Kyrielle Sonnet |01.11.2023| war
Steep In thee seat of tradition
poor as a country man can be
readin' my paper for my world about me
lonely, without companion, my impression
wow; I think I've misjudged some things
whereas in my heart, what is important
is to find my mate, my wife, what sings
change my life's importance
say, may we live in peace
with a thousand reasons to rejoice
my health, wealth are before me
portly or thin, indeed I see...
by choice, my Bible, my mate a perfect match
so to Love, so governed by religious laws
traditionally so deep routed, such a great catch
She didn’t want to lose love's embrace,
Though goodbye stared at her face,
She pushed against the tide of separation,
Adding flavours to love's daily preparation.
Each kiss was an ominous sign,
The passion didn’t align,
Shadow routed its way,
Hope stealthy became a lost ray.
Broken hearts take time to heal,
Happiness too distant to feel,
She strived for a change,
Fanning the receding range,
She didn’t want another hero,
After everything grounded to zero,
She later found love's true light,
It haloed her into the night.
*In memory of Tina Turner
June 21, 2023.
Your priceless words still sit in my heart,
Your voice resonates in my mind,
They're the happiness I find
as I sojourn along life's weary lane,
I follow their guiding light.
The memory of our evening walks is my keepsake,
An ode to it I desire to write,
Your smiles linger in my chamber
despite your years of slumber,
An evening walk I have found to be a healing stream.
Your silence has taught me that
the unheard breaks dawn's ice,
It has taught me that
the unspoken traverses untold mileage,
I now understand
why you sometimes routed that way,
I now understand
why you embraced the face of its sunlight.
I'm forever grateful for your tutelage,
You held my hand from cradle age,
Though our time together was short,
The memories are forever treasured,
These I'll bear across the seas of my sojourn.
April 28, 2023.
So strange, it was dark in the white room
People pondered over marshmallow figures all stood in a straight line
That one at the end, it has eyes
So it has
Godlike, we bow in awe
Hundreds and thousands applaud in unison
Chocolate legions stand routed
The eyes have vanished
Death searches in the night
Jelly baby heads abandoned as mothers cry in colour
Candy fish lead the cortège as the night floats downstream
One jelly baby saved
Adopted Tobleronian
Something's brewing
Death in the afternoon
God speaks
Go forth to jelly mountain
Hundreds and thousands follow
Tobleronians in hot pursuit
Parting of the waves
Plague the Pharaohs army
He leaves the smarties
To climb jelly mountain
God gifts him tablet for the journey down
The smarties have built a chocolate idol
Furious, he breaks the tablet in two
With the Tobleronians on one side
Smarties on the other
He came to his only conclusion on jelly mountain
You just can't get the 'Staff.'
A deep routed belief that something may not work for you is restraining the results you're looking for.
Life does not begin at birth but just a realization of individuality and you haven't yet found that open door.
All of us are linked as the universe is one song of spirituality
Dissolving the elements, fears and doubts will propel us into a higher vibratory level of humanity.
How can one use what is called the attractor factor?
Within each of us is the power of a nuclear reactor.
It has been stated that intention rules the earth.
We are devine spiritual beings blessed from birth.
Always honor your purpose, your spirit and go after what you desire.
Find what it is you love to do and never let any doubting Thomas quench that fire.
There is nothing missing only what you have not discovered.
Like plush jungles that hide ancient mystical temples, deep within are treasures yet uncovered.
A deep routed belief that something may not work for you is seeming to restrain the powers of the secret and dulling your vitality.
Life does not begin at birth but is just a realization of individuality.
Dissolving the elements and doubts that hold back the law of attraction.
Dissolving fear fed by false media and the controlling faction.
Thoughts and feelings are a magnetic force.
This is that power that sets you on your particular course.
What is the attractor factor, the power that pulls at you?
Intention rules the earth and portrays a whole new view.
It is your dream of success that fans fire.
Always honor your spirit, go with that gut feeling and follow your desires.
O barren one, sing out, break forth in song!
Prepare a room, no, add a wing to host
the children that you’ve waited for so long!
Your offspring will inhabit every coast!
Lift your sweet face, o spurned, deserted, scorned!
Let go your indiscretions of the past.
For I, the Lord of Hosts, have you adorned,
and tightly, with compassion, hold you fast!
O city, desolate in smoldering waste,
your rebuild has commenced this very hour!
Your enemies are routed, flee in haste,
for I, the Lord will stand watch in the tower!
Recline, put off your burdens and abide;
come all who thirst, drink deep, be satisfied!
(from Isaiah 54)
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I originally wrote this as a sonnet, but entered it into a contest with the last two lines expanded to a quatrain and classified it as a lyric. Trying to collect all my sonnets together, so I'm adding the original...
O barren one, sing out, break forth in song!
Prepare a room, no, add a wing to host
The children that you’ve waited for so long!
Your offspring will inhabit every coast!
Lift your sweet face, o spurned, deserted, scorned!
Let go your indiscretions of the past.
For I, the Lord of Hosts, have you adorned,
And tightly, with compassion, hold you fast!
O city, desolate in smoldering waste,
Your rebuild has begun this very hour!
Your enemies are routed, flee in haste,
For I, the Lord, will stand watch in the tower!
Unhitch thy belt, get off thy weary feet;
Recline, put off your burdens and abide!
A table laid; before you, wine that’s sweet.
Come, all who thirst, drink deep, be satisfied!
(from Isaiah 54)
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FIRST PLACE WINNER
For the ‘Songs of Praise’ Poetry Contest,
Sponsored by Robert James Liguiri
Submitted 2/4/22
They say it is time to look back
At 2021 when COVID 19 had the knack
Of keeping us apart by 1.5 metres
And wearing of masks helped hide our expletives
There were things that happen each year
With deaths of celebrities that we held dear
And politicians fell and rose in cheers and tears
But the images that remain in my head
Was of a little girl who was found when death we did dread
Then there was Kabul and the Taliban
Where thousands were routed at their command
And what did we learn from it all
As a society we need each other the call
Then when small hands reach out from turmoil
Boost them up and help them should be our style.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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