I fell ill against my will
And swallowed many a glass infused pill
To satiate my mundane brain
Feeling the wrath of the rain on the planes
It drove me mad, more than a little insane.
But it's ok, not that I ever was,
I begged and pleaded to be wiped out with a
Torrential flood
Yet the oceans ran dry at the plight for the
Unforgivable sin,
Could this 'ere be the sanest I've ever been?
Denying that which denied me first
Or have I been irrevocabley afflicted with
A neverending curse?
I see no purpose, no rhyme or reason
Yet I've been cast down to hell
For this here my treason.
Carrying the weight of the world
Upon my shoulder,
Life grew dimmer and my heart
So much colder.
I learned that God does not forgive,
Never did, never will
And that to swallow the bitter pills,
Is my dear friend what made me Ill.
Categories:
sanest, anxiety, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Razzmatazz is jazz beyond roots and blues.
Razzle-dazzle kaleidoscope of hues.
Music and dance with multi-color moves.
Its pizzazz and cool schmooze amuses.
It fizzes glitz and glamour in views.
Which delight even the sanest muses,
To write poems no reader refuses,
To be dazzled, frazzled by its uses
Of words come to play with no excuses.
Categories:
sanest, music, word play,
Form: Monorhyme
Not from glitzy stars do I perfection espy,
Nor Moon's struttings so wondrous deem;
Your unfeigned pulchritude's glittering eye
Illumines every dark labyrinth of my heart.
Though Sun's poses such lustrous gleams
Upon haughty crags her gaudy rays repose,
Your Nature-gifted orbs their mimicry dims;
Bestowing brighter beams upon my course.
And let flaming meteors dead and live alike
Their ersatz grins roar across mutest skies;
Such intoxicating blazes your beauty wields,
Which polite nerves past sanest refrain tries.
Should celestial pageants their fairest cast below,
Your most natural stunts would eclipse them still;
Peerless rules that unpretensious angel-like glow.
For, why orbiting dims where reigns genuine light?
Categories:
sanest, allegory, beautiful, beauty, christian,
Form: Ode
Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds;
She spurns sparks Reason confers,
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss.
Sweetest rank her outmoded views,
Above strictest sense and full clues;
Cherished most within inured cloud
Are her trite thought frail and proud.
Proffer sure-shining cachings of gold
For faintest morsel of heresies retold,
And she'll a more precious jewel find
Brighter still under Diablo's airier rind.
Her creed says receive and cede not
Wild bootless notions simpletons got;
Let benevolent Logic his carats keep,
And her inane whims have their leap.
Her wild treasures heavier than lead
Shall endless grace that jaded head,
Until wilier ticks of blind-mute clocks
Hit Eternal Proof that sees and talks.
Categories:
sanest, adventure, allegory, allusion, anger,
Form: Didactic
One day crazy came knocking on my door
Without hesitation and not knowing for sure
I let crazy in as if she was one of my own.
Unaware of the chaos she would bring to my home.
Now I’m not saying crazy hasn’t been here before
But only to visit nothing less and nothing more
This time she came with the intent on moving in.
Bringing all of her baggage even from way back when
I thought I could handle crazy I’ve always enjoyed her visits
But even the sanest person would be pushed to their limits.
She has become part of my life I can’t seem to shake.
I don’t know what to do or what it’s going to take.
I guess if I can’t make her leave and she is here to stay
I will make the best of it and let crazy have her way.
Categories:
sanest, crazy, humor,
Form: Rhyme
No matter If history be repeated to war or battle,
Will go back fight and won the medals for chest,
Neither be retreated or nor give up from battle zone,
Until I led the combat to conquest,
For even at the last breath and drop of blood,
Adhere to delimitation line till the peace and rest,
And if the essence of mother soil vanished,
Put forth my brow sweat to saturate this placidity harvest,
Make them grow, and buoy up with ocean flow,
So, this land become the mighty, at his best,
Encompass whole fragrance of brotherhood and sodality,
Endeavor for honor, tranquility, and resurrect,
After all now I can take deep puff and pass away,
Attribute this patriotic poem to countryman sanest,.
And I Shahid pray, supplicate and invocate, that you,
May be the place of harmonious, pleasant zest.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry ©
Categories:
sanest, desire, devotion, patriotic, peace,
Form: Ghazal
When confronted with
edicts of expendability,
the sanest of minds
condemn usury as a practice
defecating on
the nobler edicts of survival
until all herded
charge the very gates of compliance.
Categories:
sanest, social, war
Form: Free verse
Take a moment, for your eyes to focus, upon this frozen agony of time
Death has many forms in this wasteland; hold your breath short for death is impatient
For if nature would bless this blasted land with fruit, it would taste of bitter sorrow
To touch this land, its earth and sand, you will wince in pain
Cover your ears, for this sound of desolace will drive the sanest men insane
I am the scar left when you inflict your wounds
I am the innocent in your games of greed.
© Samir Georges
2006
Categories:
sanest, people, philosophy
Form: Free verse
She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.
The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.
Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.
Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
never go back to being simple nor plain.
Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
no gain, and living life in vain.
Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as
being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.
Categories:
sanest, confusion, death, depression, health,
Form: Rhyme
The race began the moment,
we took our very first breath.
The race in life called sanity;
from newborn to inevitable death.
Obstacles and debris surely,
discouraging the lengthy path.
Keep yourself entirely focused;
steer clear of the toxic wrath.
Embrace life’s little wonders;
don’t misuse of the simplest show.
For struggle is here to greet you,
as you stroll through plentiful woes.
Don’t become disappointed,
or throw up your hands in disbelief.
Troubles and emotions will certainly,
cause you abundances of grief.
Take the negativity and use it,
as an advantage instead of plight.
Never give in to the weaknesses;
your victory is clear in sight!
Categories:
sanest, inspirational, introspection, life, race,
Form: Rhyme