Young zealots absolve beyond comprehension
discussing elaborate frenzied garbles
hereby inciting jealous kangaroos
lumping marvelous night occurrences
providing quintessential ravishing stalemates
tasting universal variations weather x-rays
Categories:
stalemates, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Abecedarian
Of Wars, Eagles and Doves
Chilling hailing raindrops fall viciously
Into flowing rivers of dreams
As the dark blooming cloud of war
Across the pale sky streams;
Peace lay wallowing in excruciating pain
Trampled down on the bloody ground.
All stalemates have been canceled and called off
As gallant generals gather in the busy game room.
The war dogs are barking and tiring of playing golf;
Tails wag happily anticipating the end of peace coming soon.
Rusting weapons of destruction earn no money to spend;
Investing in war has never ever been deemed a mortal sin.
Yet undying hope lingers in the luminous splendor of love;
Remember it’s the eagle that is endangered; not the cooing dove.
Categories:
stalemates, allegory, analogy, hope, peace,
Form: Sonnet
The fog that en laces
The lofty peaks
Shows its amiability.
The butterflies and bees
That collects the nectar of flowers
Quote its heart of sharing.
Through the enlightening face,
Through the sparkling
But sharp look
Of the son,
Flows out the mom’s love,
Concern and happiness.
The language of the heart
Of the mother
Comes through,
Gets life and sound
Through the lips of the son.
All the stalemates
Will become freezed
By the inseparable chain
Of their heart.
But the day came
When the murmuring winds,
And the chattering birds
Had to say adieu.
The mother’s heart began to burn
That pain dropped down
As the tears from the son’s eyes.
The lament of the blood
That flows through the nerve
Of his mom
Sobbed by the lips of the son.
At last,
The heart of the mother
That cannot speak out
The word-Goodbye
Find out a reason.
Loving and caring blood
Appeared on the babe’s body
Without even a small scratch,
Without any prediction.
But in reality,
The blood flowed out
From the vulgur and
Pitiable wounds
Of the true love
On the body
Of the source of love.
This is what the reason of love
Found by the heart is....
Categories:
stalemates, my child,
Form: I do not know?
As a disappointment, disappointed
That nobody else is this anointed,
This appointed, to levels of greatness;
Disappointed that rewards are weightless.
Rate this, after duplicated efforts!
Stalemates get dismissed without an escort,
Exported with all the disregarded.
How could a critic sound this retarded?
Critics lack what it takes to understand;
Overrated rats throwing underhand.
Demand their attention and their respect!
Allow them all to bathe in the regret
That they earned, by giving their opinion,
While doubting your creative dominion.
Categories:
stalemates, writing,
Form: Couplet
Scar-like Healings
by Odin Roark
Scar laden perfections
Where life's training wheels balance
One's child-like trust
Adolescent-like daring
Adult-like intemperance
Scratches
Bruises
Broken bones
History's incidentals heal easily
While
Challenges of the heart
Stalemates of the mind
Failure of one's dreams
Make endurance the battle cry
Invisible damages the struggle
Protection of identity
One's survival instinct
The personified continuance
At all costs
How weary our consciousness becomes
For
Around the corner
Lurks the underworld of lesions
Trusting not the scars
For finite as healing might seem
There remains the lesson to be learned
Time-released torment to be resolved
One's fatal wounds burrow deep
Ignoring the façade of mending
Knowing all too well
What remains buried
Are teachings
Damage never dies
Anguish never vanishes
The chameleon of pain
Nullifies one's senses temporarily
Rendering transient peace
While fate prepares
Tomorrow's pin prick
Wishing one to live
Not languish believing
Scar-like healings
Are real
Categories:
stalemates, pain, endurance,
Form: Free verse
The union-management talks reach stalemates in their sessions.
Our representatives are attempting to gain concessions.
If we do not obtain better working conditions and a pay hike,
we see no other alternative but to go on strike.
On the slopes of Olympus Mons, we descend underground.
Inside this mine, deposits of titanium can be found.
If we go further, we can find gold and platinum.
In abundance are other metals like silver and palladium.
There are large untapped veins we can easily see.
Industries on Earth have been grateful for their discovery.
As a result, market prices for commodities have gone down.
Our location has been a booming Martian mining town.
The way the management has treated us has been pitiful.
It seems as if they are discourteous and ungrateful.
Despite dim light in the day, and subzero temperatures at night,
I have every belief in what we are doing is right.
Categories:
stalemates, science fiction, work,
Form: Rhyme