He looks shy, timid, and withdrawn, as though he knows nothing.
Yet, astuteness whirls in him like monsoon floods in a dam.
He is an ace at intuitive thinking and judging.
He's a lively lion, though he looks like a little lamb.
He composes music. He plays it. He sings in gladness.
Fervour, fondness, and fluency flame in him like fire.
He is calm even in times when he sings in his sadness.
His strength, staunchness, dedication, and devotion inspire
He loves the complex; tests the untested; tries the untried.
Waves and vibes of optimism flow from them; chill and thrill all.
His thoughts, words, and actions never have any tinge of pride.
Between good, bad, great, and small beings, he doesn't build a wall.
He motivates each marred mind as he moulds his masterpiece.
There, in his soul break, seen or unseen, waves of cosmic peace
Categories:
staunchness, art, music, people,
Form: Sonnet
I'm a frail human soul.
I solemnly cuss staunchness to glorify God.
Creator and master of mighty power,
With every breath, I scaled a heavenly view.
With a cheery voice and burning praise,
Oh how happy, grateful, and thankful I feel,
So I might live amid those halcyon spirits.
How wonderful you're, O god.
Oh, trustworthy supplier and protector!
I owe my faithfulness to the Almighty God.
My heart is filled with praise for God.
Your pardon is all I need to forget my sins,
I bear the sorrow of those many misdeeds.
So I lift my hands and kneel on the floor,
And extol the virtues of my God.
To the Master glory brilliant renown!
Lord of the soil and the heavens,
Since there's no one like Him.
I'm a frail human soul.
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Categories:
staunchness, analogy, appreciation, beauty, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
I diffidently conjure the sorrowful emerald entity
from the deepest depths of my elbow of despair.
I do not abhor her, but I also do not trust her.
Likewise, I rather revere and worship her.
She validated my grief when I was in the wailing keening stage.
Sapphire orbs transmogrify into lilting, lively, lovely butterflies.
Porcelain staunchness furthers her into an aloof position.
Astonish me, she whispers, in an ethereal, frightening way.
Or admonish me, she says a little too loudly. Then she laughs.
It is a maniacal laugh that frightens me.
I watch this amazingly mystical, magical creature evolve
and revolve during the crescent moon’s change of clothes.
There is a sense of wonder, yet, also a feeling of regret
Possibly remorse?
She admirably fills the corners of my grief state
There is a glimpse of enthusiasm, a quick interval.
I devote myself to the task of understanding
the sensitivity of her resolve and revolve.
For she has been to visit me many times.
And I have no doubt she will return.
Categories:
staunchness, death,
Form: Free verse
How thou speak in staunchness
Though thou nimbus wanes ever more.
In prejudice thy justice lies
"'Tis a matter for the courts."
Now thou laugh with prideful belly
Assuredly thy confidence grows.
Under foot and under brow
"And lest thou forget; my nose."
"Forsooth can I," said he, "scarcely believe,"
"That thou seeeth not the truth."
Replied I,
"But my friend, I believe I do."
Categories:
staunchness, philosophy, prejudice,
Form: Free verse