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Premium Member Thought of the day

ego recounts 
fears surmounted
yet counts not grace

Premium Member But, Oh When The Sun Shines!

It’s funny how we fool ourselves
How darkness hides what we don’t want to see
How easy it is to look away
To not be what we want to be

It seems, we can go on and on
Just glide along in endless reverie
If comfort is but all we seek
We will never, ever be free

But, oh when the sun shines
When the glorious sun peeks out from the clouds 
And the light that pursues but only the truth
Then reaches our minds and removes all the doubts

But, oh when the sun shines
There is no looking back, no looking away
We must face what is bared by this time honored sleuth
For we can’t face the night if we can’t face the day

But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines

It’s funny, once our eyes have widened
Allowing what there is to stand and be counted
How very much better we feel
That once unaddressed has now been surmounted

Not really a battle to welcome the sun
Accepting what life really is or is not
For we can find peace in an honest appraisal
And after all, isn’t that all that we’ve got

But OH, OH, OH, when the sun shines

Premium Member COMMENCING A SEQUENCE-:-

COMMENCING  A SEQUENCE-:-
twofold
 vision
begin

blossoming
permanently
& forever REGENERATING
convergence
 regained
reconciled

accessible 
reminders 
at POINTS OF INTERSECTION
infinite
 endless
reposted

surmounted
conclusions


43 My 2nd Leaf

43.

My 2nd Leaf



Picked thee from clusters

With red-like blisters

Shrub with thousand leaves

Packed flowers it gives

Hey! It's a “santan”!



The owner of thee

A rich family

Named Araneta

And Hachuela

Dumarao's elite



Glad birthday to her

Ma'am Inday's mother

Their clan reunites

Family invites

June One of this year



Beside the stairway

Flowers in array

On box plots planted

To porch surmounted

Abode's grand entrance



This day's important

Somehow jubilant

‘Bout thirteen years past

Since I was there last

This one's second time.



-06/01/2011

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN

BIRTHDAY CLUE AT DAWN

At dawn
In the little hours of a crow
I spoke to my pen to rise
Rise from bed to speak 

The language that at best I understand
To the form and rhymes; I'm no stranger
Gladly the pen took over the pages
Surmounted all pressure and blunt edges 

At the brook
In the hours when breeze was set 
I spoke to my energy to arise 
Rise from the brook and slumber-bed

To write 
Write the words so beautiful to call gold
To the letters all over the world to glee to
My energy took over all the lines and contour
Setting examples for all men that are on this tour

Where then?
Shall the blade of my tongue not peruse
To the dragging of words with the recruits
Who were army not of words in literary world
They'll crumble at the pierce to rise no more

At dawn
Where I write from the reservoir 
Words witty so wide on the mount top
Seen everywhere to radiate its stardom 
At a time where memory is written; soaring

LIFE

Driving moods into just moments,
Fading like leaves and
falling like mist,
I am just surmounted by ice.
Trying to cope but I can't, 
Hey! Barvo... You need to..,
This world is so, filled with fakeness and
I am the victim.


In Her Life

IN HER LIFE 

In her life 
So many days she endured
The pains she procured 
Her plans fell through 
But nothing came through
The plans of freedom

In her life 
She lived in captivity
With no activity 
Her hope blurry 
And her vision sorry 
The Vision of Success 

In her life 
She kept regretting
And stopped rejoicing
A woman of pains 
And her hope was vain 
The hope of Independence

In her Life 
She stood up to fight 
She didn't care if it was day or night 
She made progress 
And she got success 
She surmounted 
And her dreams came alive

In Her Life

IN HER LIFE 

In her life 
So many days she endured
The pains she procured 
Her plans fell through 
But nothing came through
The plans of freedom

In her life 
She lived in captivity
With no activity 
Her hope blurry 
And her vision sorry 
The Vision of Success 

In her life 
She kept regretting
And stopped rejoicing
A woman of pains 
And her hope was vain 
The hope of Independence

In her Life 
She stood up to fight 
She didn't care if it was day or night 
She made progress 
And she got success 
She surmounted 
And her dreams came alive

Sigrid's Sandbags

Braced to fight tough for triumph 
         Stockpiled testosterone
         Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream 
         Sucked bitterness alone


         Flooded home, battle surmounted 
         Safeguard marshy roost
         Maladvised maveric trudged pond
         Stacking bags of no use

        
         Swirling water swarmed by spiders
         Fear erased from register
         Starless, deserted street industrial 
         Duty lead dim endeavour 
         
     
         Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
         Scream's echoing ignorant
         Yelled "help" at selected emptiness 
         Six months pregnant Sigrid


         Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted 
         Dry in her fortress upstairs 
         Concede agitated bruises encumber
         Defences laid dull despairs 




          
                      31st March
          Dependence is not defeat

Premium Member Graduation Day

The most significant moment of my student’s life
Is the culmination of many years' efforts and sacrifice
A time to march forward, going up the stage in solemn rites
To receive a graduation diploma, my most precious gift, prize.

It's both of great fulfillments and achievements, I believe
Once in a lifetime with my toga, feels crowning with laurel leaves
Set of steps’ completion at another stair of education floor
I’ve surmounted huge phases of school’s life-challenges and endeavors.

Graduation Day flails the reigning banner of my successful race
With flying colors, raised the glorious torch of triumph, I embrace 
Another milestone, a pedestal-crest for a victorious start
Accelerate me higher into my final dream, reaching the brightest star.

March 18, 2023   1.10pm

Chapter Sceptre

Essence blend never before encountered
    Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
    Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
    Decisive fair decorum she endows


    Petals and pepper sauce complexity
    Cerebellum pillows King's heavy head 
    Slave to prime advisor dexterity 
    Burdensome thoughts bedside storybook read
    

    Prominent gem on band of platinum 
    Temptation's tassles draped in possible
    Syrup super glue subtle acumen
    Fairy floss buffer from bosses hostile


    Daily chest chainmail pools in her presence
    Regal defender dumbfounded in reverence





                20th October 2022

                 Two Will Overrule

Stay Not In Grief

You may grieve on this darkest of days.
You may weep tears of demulcent dew
And ponder the wonder of God's cruelest ways
Though ne'er understand their reason or rhyme,
Nor unravel the ruse that he ruthlessly plays.

Alone in your anguish, your tempest and rain,
Far from the sunshine high summer once brought.
Forlorn in the torture of sadness and pain
Where lightness and brightness have now disappeared,
Bereft in the wilderness ~ alone once again.

Below the clouds drifting blackened and lost
The soul becomes naked, banished and damned,
Mere thoughts become worthless, tumbled and tossed,
And all is now nought in a world void of care,
The price you must pay now ~ the grief is the cost.

And though in the ending, when all has been said,
Nil desperandum, as faith shall go on.
And then all the reading has rudely been read,
And all the misleading has surmounted instead,
Yet when all the bleeding has bravely been bled,
Don't grieve for too long or you'll waken the dead.

In the Vicinity of Lord Goddess of Victory

A pulchritudinous and profound grace
Finds my pen to verse an ace
Such a resplendence oozing out
Methinks so divine and - no doubt
An orthodox and stupendous beauty 
Just inspired my awe during duty
As We partook in a common ritual
Amidst all holy hymns spiritual
Checking the spouses mutual
On march to crack the secret real
Divine and debonair –Her charm
A perfect diva with heart warm
Indian-ness and transparency
Through Her enamouring drapery
Inspired me to find the secret
Let me unravel just straight
Of true love, passion devotional
Abiding by the traditions real
Words find limit to extol Her
As She surmounted together
With Her hubby so simple
And Her twin terrific dimple
A tree woman full of fruits
An angelic entity with roots
Deeply in precious piety
Immersed in holy gaiety  
Methinks We share a strong bond
In all births so profound
What a super woman delectable!
With royal splendor so adorable..!!
Surely She is the Presiding Deity
Of Victory, Glory and Piety..!!

Premium Member Precarious Reality

PRECARIOUS REALITY

insistent
    incoherence
deplaced
   broken
 as    coloured
 confetti

surmounted
pierces
  the soul
with anguish
&
rehearses
   nothing


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Premium Member Precarious Reality

a miniscule mask
             the image
 broken
  incoherent
  surmounted
deplaced
       with anguish

   an insistent
  tachist allegory
crisp
in a bouquet
        of  distinctive
 confetti
      sprinkled
  in a set
of stains


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

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