Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies
The ancient purport.
Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood,
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried jewels.
A secret, inner-order shows
The abundant warrant.
Red, a study of translucence.
Deep-hued, each perfect gem
Fades to stalk-umbilicus,
Foretells the unborn orchard;
Yet when amassed,
Bitter-sweet.
A fruitful sumptuousness gives life
The noble pomme grenate.
Categories:
sumptuousness, desire, fruit, life, passion,
Form: Free verse
Heads veiled in immaculate white,
Like cloistered nuns tanning in sun light;
As the farmer starts plowing,
Flock around, twenty of you kowtowing;
Searching with your sharp eyes,
Finding and pecking little warms and flies...
Struggle to exist in environs hard,
That does not, often, your rights easily award...
Around ponds and lakes and rivers and seas,
When they're full or in drought wheeze;
You wait and watch standing on a single leg,
Seem as though to the almighty beg;
For your freedom of survival here on earth,
Midst livelihood, often, gone to dire dearth;
You do not seem to feel discouraged, yet,
But, with the ecosystem amalgamate and get set...!
Displaying elegance, loyalty, and closeness,
Ambition, endurance, and progressiveness;
Exhibiting your eternal youthfulness,
You strive, struggle, migrate in sumptuousness;
Living your life, here on earth, in its fullness,
Like us, humans, you attain eternal graciousness;
Beyond limitless skies you would fly away,
Leaving behind this land-sea-ocean bay...!!!
16 March 2023
Categories:
sumptuousness, bird, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
Darkness slowly vanquishes day
Once a noon with rays of brilliance
now turns into a Stygian night
On my face are the wrinkles of time
On my flesh are tattoos of hardship
Eyes with the blurriness of age
Its time, its time to go home
The sweet prepared paradise
Made by the hands of my Father
I'm sad to leave you my love
Though you've served no perfect joy
but I can't escape natures wrath
I will miss your morning dews
I will miss your bright sunshine
Your red roses and blue violets
I will miss your festivals
Your beautiful sons and daughters
And meals of great sumptuousness
Its hard to leave you I must confess
Tears running down my face
like a cheetah's tribal mark
I make my bed to lie and rest
Though willing is the spirit
but weak is the wrinkled flesh
I'm close to my destination
And no amount of emotion
can take me back or keep me longer
When I peep through my windows
I can see the picture of home
Where life is but a bunch of joy
For now you can weep and wail
But we shall meet someday
where you will never weep again
Categories:
sumptuousness, 10th grade, death, old,
Form: I do not know?