What prepares your usurpations?
One more juncture of this person.
An individual who is rising
Misery is not too far off.
Shaking?
No odds, elderly friend.
You withdrew quite a while in the past.
Going in reverse on the scar.
Draining from the spine to the front!
I'm wearied of my own self.
And substantially slain from despair.
I was effectively let down.
And concede my responsibility.
As yet, I befall a cruel pundit of myself.
Signally on this spot, I am at long last.
Despite the injuries
I gain the height of a lance!
What were your suspicions?
Face in hassle.
In his authentic demeanor.
Something is devouring inside of me.
Otherwise, I have no chance of diverting it off.
Written: March 15, 2022
Categories:
signally, allusion, anxiety, bereavement, farewell,
Form: Free verse
An ancient one-eyed cat, black as coal
and an old grey-faced chocolate lab
did meet in the dawn's first morning light.
Dog with her companion on a stroll
cat on watch, one yellow eye, a dab
of colour against dark face, jaws tight.
In times past, the dog would bark and pull
against her leash; eager to give chase,
cat would yawn and nonchalantly stare
then when the time was right; rise, make-full
its body, signally claim the space,
come closer, dear doggy, if you dare.
Now, both old, content to sit quite near
chill out, relax, enjoy the weather.
Their differences should not dictate
that both, or either should live in fear.
Two diverse colours sat together,
love not shared, but neither is there hate.
Black Cat Poetry Contest, placed 1st
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Date wrote: 15th August 2021
Categories:
signally, discrimination, hate,
Form: Rhyme
So many colours in our world
each having a life of it’s own
all so mysterious in it’s life
signally marked as they’re known
Each one has it’s own warmth
it’s tone with a singular heat
fighting off all that coldly attack
so to stay on course real neat!
All have their own unique beauty
so sweetly silk ever so finely pure
they’ve all been here since creation
all through the years able to endure
Each colour filled with mystery aglow
makes one wonder all about it
so transforming and transfixed to you
into our world each one perfect fit
('Each colour lives by it's mysterious life.' - Wassily Kandinsky, Russian artist )(1866-1944)
Categories:
signally, color, life, mystery,
Form: Rhyme