Oh! soul, strum with every pulse, strings of wisdom
Be in the known, yet, be conscientious of unknown
What you claim to possess, don’t let it possess you
Don’t speak words of sapience, unless you are true
Borrow not thoughts of others, enlighten your own
Never be the shadow that hinders seedlings’ growth
Fear not when truth speaks, for a lie stings evermore
Dispense not haughtiness, when arrogance you abhor
Pretend not to be a giver, if motivation is to receive
Giving isn’t nobility if you deem receiver unworthy
Never teach others that which you don’t comprehend
Learn the ways of sage, inspire hate to seek amends
Judge, only if, you let others adjudicate your deeds
Be cognizant of desires spuriously posing as needs
Engage with humility when your ego dares to speak
Boast not in futility~ time will not bend to your will
Neither can you command a nightingale not to sing
Strive to embrace divinity, be a messenger of peace
Oh! soul, wander not~ search deep within to find it
January 4, 2022
In conversation with our soul poetry contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Tutting spuriously under one's breath
So as to express one's displeasure
Is hardly bound to inspire the congregation
Into thinking anything but if that's the
best response you've got or can come
up with
And why or how on earth would anyone want
To waste a single breath
Expressing or responding
Anything else but
Tutt-tutt right back at you
Treachery is the coin of the covert realm,
gears within gears turning ...
Devious machinations, pure Machiavellian
Secrecy is the Shanghai shuffle speech
Tool and Die maker,
what instrument of inflection deception
will you darkly wield?
Skilled in the art of misdirection,
fake exit wounds
make a theatrical lead entrance
A surreptitious maze
of feint thought progression
Allied motility based on mutual scoundrel affinity
Chicanery is the Au crown weight of a silver shekel tongue,
wheels within wheels spinning ...
Mirage machinations: Shimmering works so Machiavellian
Crafty consultation be the cabal mushroom reach
Fool and Cry maker,
what instrument of ruse tone
will be spuriously blown?
Trained in clandestine ways ... dubious methods
Sly serrated angles:
cloak-and-dagger means, perforated aspirations
A duplicitous labyrinth
of bifurcated deals,
from dastardly motives concealed
With the turning of the screws,
twisted obsidian truth is apnea beveled into
morally amorphous grooves
Machiavellian machinations
is warped, Mephistophelian lip lathe
of fabricated whispered news
Capital of Culture
Come gather the vultures
The Ultras
Pro choice
Who reverberate to the sound of critical voice
They seed that which is worthy to read
Robotic mite's of the proverbial art
They play no part in writing
Reciting guild's of old
They make or break
Jack or Jill
And what will fill
Or fits the bill
Of this year's manic street preacher's
Rights of passage
Managing critical mass
Appeal of form the itch doth scratch
Like pink roof insulation
Under which the heat sealed in
The roof of logic would otherwise dissipate
Bated by the common collective
A studious Prefect of a high school blazer
A self of superiority created
Peers did not give
So they live spuriously out a sense of insecurity
Revenge cast on the scar's that last
Into adulthood
So they seek popularity
Revel in the power
Putting down allows ya
Residing on an Ivory Tower
Of golden showers
Courtesan rays slip through saffron robes
undaunted countenance persists
past spuriously puffed up wares
burying a man alive
Protect me from this sea
drown out in apprehension
unscrupulously seizing me
Engulf me in a mere chestnut gloss
where the specters lie in wake
loop your thrum against my form
and pleasure you may take
°as the night rests so shall we
and in morning a love will rise
A wakeful man riding
Constant terminal dusk
Coveting dawns glow
Conqueror of rapacity
Constructing his empire
Of gold and silvers avarice
Feigning his thrill of life
So spuriously rehearsed
In his eyes they are trivialities
Only now he sees the truth
In the darkness of his sepulcher
Surrounded by his useless wealth