Gray blade of moon, fall blaze of oak
Flame for diamonds, purifying smoke
Change of season, leaves flicker burnt
Lessons saught-- taught, cruelly learnt
Melted heart and flesh depart away
He trickles like dust of earthen clay
A touch, a clutch, so much to flow
The wind remains; I must let go
Worn, I mourn a form outdated
All that remains is cremated
3-31-2022
Masaoka Shiki was self-taught
haiku was the form he saught
& from him many masterpieces sprung
sadly he died so young
Remember your worth
Sanctified as his wine
God blessed us by divine
Jesus cleans us against all sins
God blessed us from within
Made stronger
Through our Heavenly Father
Never denied by God help
His truth has always been felt
Received from above
Delivered by his eternal love
Power of protection
Through Jesus resurrection
Saught the Son
For God and Jesus are one
Our Creator and Lord
We do Honor forward
Our Lord is meek
I am blessed to speak
I see and write~what others do not.
My mind and heart~gives what others have saught.
I stored tears inside~taking the ride.
Except the ones that fell~over pains I would hide.
Years past I've given~my heart to chance.
Only to be cheated and hurt~with a somber glance.
So many people are there~to take you down.
To steal the ring~without making a sound.
My life will change~in the coming new year.
Those of royalty I see~I'll not shed a tear.
They taught me a lesson~in the year of 17.
With there crown of mockery~and thorns that prick.
I see a new light~as a new year dawns.
For she's shown me the way~away from the cons.
She was there all the time~protecting my pride.
The one that I'd hurt~standing right by my side.
Guess my soul was empty~and my eyes were blind.
The false family I shared~kept me looking behind.
Pretending they cared~while tearing me down.
So with the coming New Year~In her arms I'll be found.
last lesson
taught
twice
past session
saught
nice
mines
of
my mind
find love
sigh
ing
kind
past obsession
learnt
last lesson
?
Bitter sweet that path to tread
Popping pills and nothing said
Making deals, getting into debt
No one caring, no one will fret.
Poverty spoken, lived in the past
Sympathy short, nothing to last
Watching telly a daytime stew
Nothing real and nothing new
Leaving school, work’s not there
Some they steal if they dare
Hurting many, stirring feeling
Losing friends, anger reeling
Battles lost, never a winner
Snacking days, what’s a dinner
Highs saught, no lesson learned
Never a penny to be earned
Benefits, they are a must
Fancy goods, wonder lust
Dreams still there, in the head
Too much time, spent in bed
Spirits gone, the fight was there
Inside the mind, all to bare
Feeling lost, no life lived
Happiness all being sieved
Where’s the blessing in the soul
Fish swimming in the bowl
Drinking water, popping more
No way out, no open door.
Thy will is a poem
Wrot from thee
Consumeth thy
In light heavenly
From thy will comeths thee
What is thee poem
In thee yet to be
Doth thee do i know
What should i do
Where do i go
With this poem
Where do i go
Sanctity, eruption of soul
Admire desire the fire inside
Living loving a dream content
A promice forever kept
With love will i die
Will i die with love
The same question
But opposites
Forever loom in the disgrace i wrot
Saught bleekly in the nightly dark
Forever swim in a stew of thought
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Give mythm the desire
To break free of this poetry
This lust denial envy hust
Productivity
End thee lust
Kill thy foe
Of writing
Desire
Ney the love of me is secreeting ney i am living fore love gone and swept in the wind, what am i thee love this lust i want it gone but how how when this writting goes on, what do i do now but lingure on i live in a serenity of love lost now what to mine desires but a peom hence hust.
Linguring on
What now
Time has become
Of us
Now the poem ends
And all is well
Come back for more
To face the swell
The rain whispers wishes from angels on high
The whispers to wash the damned from our eyes
To bring out the beauty the damned worked to hide
While feeding the flowers that look to the sky
The rain pardons chaos to bring us new peace
A feeling of warmth, and needed release
Pledging to force the fire to cease
While feeding the flowers and calming the seas
The rain brings my mind to memories lost
Of old ways and days I struggled and fought
To remind me of lessons I've blindly forgot
The rain whispers wishes of the love we all saught
D.R.L.
Equations
Linear array of
life symbols,
If one could set forth
on left and to the right,
A mere balancing
of algebraic equation,
We swing to tunes
pulleys struggle a balance.
Unlike free birds
that fly limitless,
Confident cricket
that shrills constantly,
Bees humming
still their honey lost,
Flowers perishing
leave fragrance in air,
All celebrate life
no equations saught.
Man wasting
efforts and time,
Interfering into
laws of nature,
Killing and exploiting
in name of equations,
Nothing set right.
Let learnings
of physics, chemistry
and mathematics,
Apply to real living
Equations of love
and laughter,
Wisdom and speech
emotions and trust
Be congruent.
Written March 12th, 2016
For contest "Equations"
Sponsor- Anthony Slausen
Now entered for "101 in a row- 14- poetry contest" by PD A
Shes been around the block not her first rodeo
Tormented in her mind the thought of those fellows
In the night she leaves so so beautiful and young
Admired by the sick beings that would abuse her young
Misery she suffered her soul stepped on and crushed
The day after in the mirror she looked stop this abrupt
Time went on dabbleing in lust experimenting freely
While she sleeps the nightmares come just as freely
Came the day when she saw it come to an end
Her child was taken she had to make amends
She conformed to the rules of whats just and right
Redemption she saught in her mind she had done right
Soon mother and child will be reunited
Its her new beginning family delighted
the half drawn eyelid son grew weary
under his lamp.
slumping next to the shade that drew
his voice to a sigh.
slight the long shadow and grieve a mother.
the less saught after second born
son of abraham.
slaughterhouse drunk son of a b
dont turn to fast now or you might spin him.
slow the hours of the day.
slower still now the second glance.
the frail hand on the wall permits a
little stillness if only for a second.
Time reflects that which we have saught
We've wandered over for many a year
Never quite knowing what our search was for
The memories of an age gone past, guide my steps
As I too, wander
Staggering on into the abyss that is the on coming life
I know not where this jagged path will lead
I flee form the shaddows of the night walkers
I flee into the hands of daybreak
Where I can see the juts in the road
The rocks that cut my feet
I can see the pain
And so I can avoid it
When the drapes close upon the sky I lose my way
Fall
My eyes are blind,
My ears can hear
The unfamiliar voices that rape my ears
The sounds that claw at the walls of my mind
They whisper to me
I scream at them
I tear at them in the dark
They taunt me
I run on
Upon this jagged path
Butterflies' blood is strewn across my step
The blood of the lamb as well
At night when the sounds are in there
In my head
I become the wolf
The lamb as my prey
But hush now
Don't speak
The drapes again pull away
Dawn approaches
And I am again a butterfly
I am again the lamb
Time as kept me wandering, on and on
Forever more
Running form the wolves inside my mind
What love is too fragile, that shatters without any notice.
If one is raged in time, never was there passion.
To so many birds happens frail edges in their nests,
but once lost are wingless, and do fall to rodents.
Pinned with swords to the walls that bleed their regret,
is what the impassioned experience, when they fail to grow.
Rather than deploy trials through stress, they breath what is.
Unressted heads beat steadily among those that seak most control.
Unless heads compete for control, for then, sacrifice proves passion.
Only to those that pursue engraved traces of fate, continue.
Balance life in an order that's prior to our motions,
helps the world of after shine better through Karma's tests.
Proving worth comes purely from passion, convincing death to except.
No one should ponder the life that's yet to come.
If you call can call a painting a masterpiece
What do you call love?
Flawless in its form
Igniting emotion from deep within
They are not brushstrokes
but gentle touches
Kisses on your face
like colors on canvas
In its depth its priceless
means more than life
Can you feel it?
In their eyes do you see it?
Too bold to be black and white
yet softer than pale moonlight
Too wild to be contained to one
Yet saught by many
A dance of joy and pain
like colors in an abstract
Beautiful
I've spent a life time
basking in the shadows of turpitude
finding warmth in the coolness of night
where feeling sorry for myself
became the deterrent from my own absurdities
I searched for strength amongst the struggle
and saught relief through self mutilation
but all I found were broken images
of what I've dreamt myself to be
So I surrendered my life
wiped my eyes
cleaned up my arms
and began reconstructing my structure
I no longer seek shelter in solacement
and the chains that once bound me
no longer tie me into darkness
'for you've been defeated
and I've been forgiven
and with the quater mark
of my life vastly approaching
I will compliment my saviours success
by living!
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