As a poet
as far as I am,
I can surely tell
It is painful to rhyme.
Much more it is,
to bear these words
with greatest of senses.
But I believe I can
While attempting my best
So here it is one,
Let's put it to a test.
Today, for a few
Let me tell you
the wisdom of those dusty pages
of the ages
which carry the epistomology
of these verses.
They answer that-
'How words lifeless like these
to read
and to hear
cause us to please and to care?'
First and foremost,
The sound of rhythm
does the work enough
And
then the play of words
makes up the whole.
Next,
About the beauty tied to
the letters
makes it uneasy to ignore.
The description of senses
May take deep into denses
So do lookout for the tree of depth
that can even tempt you
to think about the miracle of life
And the truth of death.
Furthermore,
Let's not ignore
the devices
of these verses,
and dig out together all the
treasure of literacies.
Oh..
What a foolish I am?
To end the page
By ignoring the significances
of non rhymes.
Finally,
I would like to tell
The most hidden of all-
'It's all just beauty
And a beautiful poetry.'
Death is destined to end life
Yet, it's death that brought eternal life
When man had a worthless life,
Death conceived significances to life
The one who created wealth and life for human
The purveyor of life, the holder of plan
Descended lowly to man like a ram to die for man
Whipped and reviled only to reimburse debt for man
The Rose of Sharon was trampled to the ground
Perfect in nature, pure seed thronged into the ground
Being the lion of Judah, he assented into the ground
With a purpose meant to rise and subdue the ground
A crown of thorns was placed on his head
Just to purchase my privilege to a sound mind
He carried his cross on his shoulders
Only to take away the burdens on my shoulders
The death of willpower transpired by the cross,
Consigned existence of superiority and purpose
The mockery, drudgery and death intended for me
Was swapped with his sufferings and death for me
A ring on the finger
Shines days and nights
Under the sun or the moon
It brings
The sweet memories of the past
The special significances of the present
The beautiful dreams of the future
It is
A symbol of love
And compromise
Just For Today
Just for today, I choose to;
Free me from the insignificant worries
And focus only on that which matters.
Looking and moving forward;
Searching for unique passageways to encounter
Taking pathways; I wouldn't usually go down,
But life is a journey looking for a new adventure.
I'm focused along these roads,
For the opportunity to arise,
I am seeking vitality to complete this pathway's journey.
Just for today, I choose to;
Look forward to the perpetual crusade;
Of the moment's significances.
We traverse those extraordinary significances that transpired
well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth corridors
obliged naive hearts bolted in present infinity for so oft
succeeding the key of memories becall. It beckons
in subsequent years of a pensive soul tryst with
thyself. Loneliness fades grasped by natures
opening redolences proffering counsel to
evaporate my soul resplendent aspiration to utterance, awakening
greeted birds to flight and favor a dusky crown bejeweled by
distant stars flickering arousal as a moon in its assiduous
mood o'er guiding men to sort out words of worn-out
theme deftly tucked away neath backseats of row
vehicles parked on an acclivity crowded lane.
Steered twilight's, vigilant years wane,
within the effervescent youth from
dawns intrepid golden sleigh.
2020 February 02
Scene
from a
borderless willowed window
frame
one scarlet cigar of sparking neon
smoked on slaplit glass
perhaps
meantime
the cinderous binding frays but
that face carries cities continents constellations
slow shellac sounding significances wrinkling into ivory
leaves of remembrances read over
some text they shared
may be
vellum will fray but
no
not this way.
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