dedication for love
You’re being noticed by others,
While I search for your love.
I’ve been lied to, knowing I've been
Replaced by your mother's love.
Oh, what can I get in return?
I've taken all the warmth from your arms
But it's futile; we're nothing worthwhile.
You seem to be unaware of my needs,
though I need you more than ever.
I lost myself scrutinizing for intimacy,
Yet, you're searching for the lies I've told.
I've fallen deep into the hole
You built for me.
Yet, with my resolute heart, I chase
The hope of love that refuses to fade.
{"I poisoned myself, thinking about you nonstop, it was annihilating me on the inside, even the melancholy sounds of the river streams that intonate into droplets, do not convey to me the ultimatum of serenity anymore.
Your presence was sufficient to morph me into someone I’m certainly not.
I cut my eyes to the mirror and I cannot recognize myself anymore. I pick up a boulder and heave it, ravaging it to pieces, my hands unfurled to grab one piece of the blade.
Realization creeps up on me, I buried my soul with you, you were above whilst I was below; you would,
make me believe I was worthy of nothing, not even yourself; us standing side by side; a privilege you would insinuate.
I poisoned myself,
the malevolence was too intoxicating,
the sentiments were too bottomless,
how to exude it remained an enigma,
I poisoned myself with a misconception about you,
you weren’t who I thought you were; I haul my feet to the desolate ledge of the flowing water,
I let myself go, when I started to loathe you and your existence.
Like a wolf scrutinizing its prey; once upon a time, you abhorred me, and I loved you.
It seems as if opposites really do attract. What a…
Tragedy."
Upon first entering, there's a picture of a lion sitting, staring, and scrutinizing all who enter.
Next, your eyes are drawn to a beautiful picture of a white house backed
by trees and embroidered with a myriad of eye-catching flowers. As you
take a seat at the dinning table, a painting on the wall greets you with
power and solemnity. It's a lion's head, cheek to cheek with the head of
Christ crowned with thorns. Near the fire place, a much smaller and less
colorful picture hangs. It's a picture of my grandmother sitting in a
wheel chair with hospital tags still on her wrist. She smiles with no sign
of care as a great grandson leans over her shoulder. Next to the front door
hangs a picture of, not suggestions, but the 10 commandments.
If it were mandated that only one picture could remain, grandma's picture
wins hands down. You see, it was grandma who shielded and protected me;
who comforted and reassured me, loving me unconditionally. Yes, it's grandma.
My final answer.
Each line typed with care
Two years of life spent examining
rearranging, scrutinizing
Every word measured for its merit
Each comma removed
replaced
removed again
Untill the image no longer
appears on the key
With each reading
excitement soars
Then doubt
Fear of friends laughing at the foolishness
Fear of another stack of rejections
Fear of strangers saying
you're not good enough
not what we want
Not what anyone wants
Yet another tormented sleep
Yet another manuscript
lying dead in the trash can
When equality becomes too technical
Too complicated, too severe
When this concept needs scrutinizing
Lord, please help us to see clear
That no law that is made by humans
Can demand or even forbid
What should come as free and natural
As the Creator intended it
In our hearts and in our being
We all know, and we all feel
That we’re all created equal
But then society cuts a deal
Each will get the part he’s given
Some get more than others get
Be it privilege or inclusion
Either way, they’re all set
For this life of inequality
And not caring about the rest
Woe! to those who keep ignoring,
The guilty beating in their chest.
Wendy Nipas
Remembrance for a choker in my deathbed
(Read-only version, a knick-knack too)
Precious finger, the witnessing one, Count
The forehead of a pious one, leaving a mark
Glowing along days and nights, prayer mats, in trying times
And prayers at dusk. Prayers valid till the sternest hairline dawn.
I touched his forehead, long past after the soul is gone.
He was the only one in my life, the only one of his capable kind.
He was the stubbornest hand holding me and mom inside an elevator
He was scrutinizing the sky to let me fly, however superficial it may sound.
I got wiser through all these years. I earned wisdom.
In turning grayer hair colors too, underneath the head scarf.
You will see my purple there, but I will label it as a purple heart.
Torn tears are in sheets of Facial tissues, also, in mourning mistakes, never to be known.
Just for my persuasive temptation, for the next one,
How many harms roads are there along the enlightenment highway in one full Cloverleaf, the old one?
why chance genetic dice throw
gifted me finite time
solely to contemplate
(more than just my navel)
meaningfulness analogous
to scrutinizing Möbius strip
unable to identify
inscrutable mystery
defining random existence
specifically essence
happenstance/circumstance
which begat me Matthew Scott Harris.
His noggin mottled, plagued, and riddled
with debilitating accursed impediments
since birth circa
January xiii mcmlix.
No one questions as much
Freedom concept as such.
Nor its value or cost -
Til it is crudely lost.
Once it’s stolen, we pause,
Scrutinizing the cause.
Priceless is freedom’s net,
Let us never forget!
Its elite taste, so sweet,
Relish as a rare treat.
March 18, 2022
I felt lonesome in the absence of a confidant.
The scarcity of a shoulder to adjoin was violent.
I've lastly grasped what I've been scrutinizing.
The day revealed the supporter was astonishing.
I beheld a companion in the uniqueness of you.
My sights are sounded with ingenuities and softness.
I clasped a stone and hurled it as firm as I used to.
This roused me to ponder locating a mate all across.
But promptly, the alliance award can evolve.
You will utterly represent my esteemed aspiration.
You will inevitably dwell on God's gift from above.
I suppose this is the best time for the occasion.
Everything displays celestial splendor.
To wholly cease one year and dive in another.
We may be near the ending of this poem.
An addition will be present in the narrow term.
Written: December 30, 2021
I can't live in mystery
I'm waiting with bated breath
Where and when I'll stand or fall --
The hour of my death --
The facts of life are meaningless
There is no moral code
There may or may not be another side
Til then, get outta the road
Go ahead
Explain it away
I can't take the riddles
Quit knocking on my door
Stop advertising free advice
It isn't what I came here for
S'posed to write an indispensable memoir
An illegible tome of shame
People keep on interrupting
Tomorrow, it'll be the same
The same old scrutinizing
The same old sphere of doubt
Some miracles are worth baptising
But they're the kind we tend to throw out
Explain it all away --
Tear the cathedral down
We're pining for something long since gone
You can sense it just by
Sense it just by
Sense it just by looking around
Go 'head,
Explain it away.
A mountain stream
Laughing, longing, lasting
Through moments, wishes
Gentle vibrations
Craving the breathless
Praise flowing over
Smooth stones, racing free
Toward the sea of
Whispering grace
Breathing melodies
Beneath the shadows
Of humility and prayer
A humble farewell
As rainfall and dewdrops
Caress the misty morn
Rich hues of hope
Falling lightly
Against silent thoughts
Imagination, inspiration
Alive, dancing eagerly
Lighting the heart
With ambiences
Of faith, praise
Softly calling, scrutinizing
Searching for love
Among the stars
Who gaze at the liquid
Lulling naked thoughts
Into easy reveries
Dreams of serenity
Reflecting on the sun
Rays of comprehension
Bidding my soul
Kind adventures
Through graceful sprays
Of hungry moisture
Thriving on the inside
Where colors of love
Light up the whole world
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July 30, 2021
Happiness is expensive; it is something so rare,
It's there to be savored, a moment that's fair.
Clutch to the moment, extend its brief stare.
It comes on suddenly but it’s all wear and tear.
Yet I do believe that love lurks around,
Just search for it since to it you are bound.
You know that I found it in a most unlikely place?
In a small poorly child, hungry with a dirty face
Abandoned by all. So I gave her something to wear,
Also some bread, a mixture of fruit, an apple and pear.
When she looked up, scrutinizing me with glee,
Her lips smiled tenderly, then giggled at me.
She is a prisoner of her own conviction
A self-imposed life sentence
Found guilty of scorn and self-doubt.
Often, she stands gazing intently into her mirror
Scrutinizing the entire reflection
Instead of the mirror encouraging her to love her beautiful self,
The reflection staring back disheartens her.
She wonders if these deep ingrained feelings will ever cease to exist.
She lies in wait, woefully, longing for the day
When her sentence comes to an end.
Foolishness is not meant to be entertained
It is for you to read between the lines
These are the wonders of the world
Dreams are not meant to be ornaments
It is up to you to live them
These are the joys of having goals
Counting my fingers
Swallow the sweet and sour taste
As it formulates strength
Unveil those daring eyes
As it gives insight
To what , to the future
Eagerness is not meant to be keen
It is for you to anticipate the outcome
Those are the lessons we encounter
Sequence is not meant to be scrutinizing
It is up to you to follow the path
Those are the foundations of the character
There are ten fingers
(Bobby May Sr Poet)
Bogus I am not
Optimistic I am
Buoyant I float with laughter
Breaching some of the rules
Yonder as I watch
My thought’s aloof from poetry critics
A few seem to tough
You have become a poetry bully
Scrutinizing the heart
Renouncing the mind
Pretending you are better
Overseeing meanings
Eliminating the feelings
Trampling the heart
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