That’s so good they cannot get the stars!
The hand in soft glove won't help them to steal
The precious gift that meant to shine for us,
Its freedom’s a subsequence unforeseen
It is much tough for beauty on the earth
That spends its time in wary and precautions.
It’s known well to all who got a birth
That beauty’s here just a trophy option.
As a game before, commodity’s today.
Immeasurable was frigidly apprised..
All the signs were mixed by swindling wave
No one's suspicion of exchange was raised.
Unlike the stars the real beauty got
To learn some arts of everyday street fight,
Plus running, shooting, killing of a spot,
Arm-wrestling, boxing and fast sizzling sight.
That will survive and save the humankind!
Damn the ideal. Appreciate t’ result.
When real beauty is no more a divine,
That’s so good they cannot get the stars.
That’s so good they cannot get the stars!
21.08.2004
Categories:
subsequence, beauty, stars,
Form: Political Verse
My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many stains
It's mostly been an uphill climb
Some sunny days, some rain
A little big when they were new
With ample room to grow
This green stain here on my left shoe
Was puberty's first blow
Those salt stains there, that's sweat and tears
Still damp from being heartbroken
They've darkened some throughout the years
Old wounds that were reopened
There are no stains from happy tears
I finally understood
Obviously they disappeared
Right after parenthood
All these scuff marks 'long the sides
Well they're from clumsiness
From times I fell and hurt my pride
A reminding subsequence
They've danced and skated, loved and dated
Walked a few high wires
Death devastated, been mismated
Even walked through hell's hot fires
It's said that one can tell a lot
By looking at one's shoes
Until you've worn these shoes I've got
You really have no clue
an original poem by Daniel Turner
NOT FOR CONTEST
Categories:
subsequence, appreciation, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Breaking chains of unexpected thoughts of the cumulating vigour in the absent pondering mind; it releases the mind from the unsuccessful stress. Stress can befall as a good subsequence of faithful belonging to the human development. You tranquilly smooth your ways through your mind’s pronouncement for successive philosophy. The judgement of conviction is in the omnipotent power of the human trail. Training the outcome of unrealistic postures makes it real to befit for the cherished mind to perceive.
Categories:
subsequence, art,
Form: Epigram
III
He waited in the downpour,
swept along the muddy river
with dead leaves and old receipts;
tugged into the undercurrent
without as much as farewell
from coupled brake lights glowing cold.
Categories:
subsequence, teen,
Form: I do not know?
II
Sunken to the seafloor,
an ancient pearl-eyed maiden;
now and forever forgotten, is she
unreached even by the sunlight
descending indirectly
toward her parted lips.
Categories:
subsequence, teen,
Form: I do not know?
I
Our coalescent bodies,
align as gravestones in
mother's spacious palms;
she remains within the grove
nurturing bastard children
in her arms of oaken branches.
Categories:
subsequence, teen,
Form: I do not know?