When all the words a king may say
Lay lifeless on the ground
And windstorms blow them far away
With not a single sound.
Then no one any worry pays
As acquiescence he seeks
But ears awake and eyebrows raise
When e'er the cannon speaks.
She speaks to warriors from the east
And armies from the south.
And words of wisdom should, at least,
Fall tumbling from her mouth.
And when she sings, she hums her song,
Her voice in dulcet choir,
She whispers from her dragon's tongue
Her words like dragon's fire.
So, in the night when all is still
She rests her weary head
And looks out over yonder hill
Where angels fear to tread.
As daylight shows once more, she'll preach
And boldly yip and yell
To sermonise another speech
And send them all to hell.
Categories:
sermonise, conflict, military, power, war,
Form: Rhyme
I live in a world of angelic angels transmitting happiness
They enclasp me in their arms to cheer me when I am fretten
Laughter channel at anything ridiculous in resounding togetherness
Sharing and giving a helping hand to carry each cumbersome burden
We pour out our sorrows, sermonise and laugh it off with perfect acumen
Rhyming scheme ababb
January 2, 2015
Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
sermonise, angel, cheer up, happiness,
Form: Quintain (English)
How repair the eyes,
cried themselves to blindness,
to bid them visualise anew
through ghetto-blurred unkindness?
How repair the mind,
dried with dust and sadness,
so it may idealise again,
dispel the clouds of madness?
How repair the skin,
torn and rent asunder,
that it will energise again,
inflamed with blood and thunder?
How repair the soul,
when it burns and bleeds,
to force it sermonise once more
when Satan holds the deeds?
How repair the heart
that dreams depend upon,
feel it synchronise with time
when life is dead and gone?
I will from cold ashes rise,
triumphant as no other,
on wings of faith and urban hymns,
the phoenix has a brother.
Categories:
sermonise, life, philosophy,
Form: Verse