Deep into the forest I tread,
Nothing along but a sense of dread.
The gloomy canopy
Of the spectral gigantic trees
Block the clear sky,
Led solely by
The unblinking third eye.
Lost amidst bewilderment,
Blindfolded by the guileful semblence.
Darkness misleads the way,
Wolf hunts in a deer veil.
There is woven a web of lies,
But Allurement is yet to overwhelm
The unblinking third eye.
A path made of thorns,
There is blood trail all along.
The smell incites the beasts,
Lurking around to prey upon.
Every moment, a wrestle to live or die,
Yet accompanied by
The unblinking third eye.
Title Chosen - Unblinking Third Eye
Contest Name - Pick-A-Title, Vol 31
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Date - 18th July, 2022
Categories:
semblence, life,
Form: Rhyme
Agemo may be called a dreamer
but in his so-called dreamstate
he only looks forward to
release from duty
diligent more than lonely
Alway's sensing outside force's
like a knife , trying to
cut through the fabric of space
constantly on watch
as the airway's ripple
like a mirage
aware of conversation's
as if behind a curtain
scheming conspiracy neverending
vigilance be Agemo's strength
The pack itself
designed for this endeavor
can at times become distracted
play fighting , tail chasing , stealth games
to see who can outwit who
Ahpla at times can tolerate so much
by setting up a regiment of watch stations
to be rotated with the
rise , mid-day , setting sun
he's able to assure semblence of focus
heel nipping and neck grappling common
and expected
Ahpla does'nt disappoint
discipline necessary for assignment
This day though , both
Ahpla and Agemo
relax together on their crested hill
Even they deserve a moment's peace..............
Categories:
semblence, adventure, imagination,
Form: Epic
Turtle Island.....
a name that was once used to describe
a land that has no semblence of once was....
as if our earth mother was in need of a make-over
now masquerading superficial fabrication
as a patient under the spell of a surgeons knife
where the salmon were a one time
free to return home only facing natural obstacles
where the thunderous rumble of the plains
announced the mighty bison's return
where those majestic birds of flight
with their snow capped heads
soared high above same snow capped ranges
a night sky that at one time lit up like campfires
now only to be dimmed by belows illumination
sometimes when it rains
I wonder if the ancestors weep in disbelief
sometimes during a thunderstorm
I wonder if they're pounding their chest's
like sacred drums , for hope's sake........
have we foresaken honor and respect
for the love of greed , and the lack of love........
Categories:
semblence, hope, native american, nature,
Form: Free verse