Like a wet suit that is then dried, false-appreciation drives on by, imitating some who are important and others who are spent, but never embodying that soulfulness and unrest, like temerity giddy for another round, of gabbing about ribbons on fresh milk crowned, so eve sets like the sun rises, but where is the little white lie, when the sun rises?
None of us are worthy of who we think we need to be, in that daunting moment
But all of us are capable of what we need to be, if we but rise to the occasion
When we first confront that rise which cowers inside us is when we rise to overcome
And, only when we overcome the temptation to hide behind that rising mountain of concern
Can we see beyond the crest of our uncertainty, and see ourselves on the other side
Safely or not, but having taken the side of what we can do, what we should do, and what will will do
Worth every penny although the pennies were made of adamantine freely smelted in finite charnel kilns, so vested and vain, that cruel shadows balked not against the weekend of endless paraduece though not one such thing was found since the recompense. It's another world, another word, another facet of divulgence but it ends here. This line the last: by inauspicious supplicants the temerity folds over more than eternity, it precludes the none of the course, CCTV look at last for the last time, monster of the manifold, final breath, look your last.
Perhaps at one time,
when he brought her home,
and we felt deeply,
for she was forsaken,
forgotten,
left to wander
like a gypsy;
perhaps she was
from that line
of tricksters;
sitting around
the devil-campfire,
looking for kuchi coins,
smiling perfectly innocent
whilst maneuvering
‘round the open flames
with ardour and armed
with twirling skirts,
bangles, silver shining
from pointed ears.
At first, precious,
until her fur, furled,
and she
had the temerity
to tackle the toddler’s
sandwich,
wrenching the ham
from between the slices.
She chanced
to find herself
back on the pavement,
wandering; wondering
why she lost
another home.
Azure skies before me drift on by
Seascapes calmly pass the test of time
Teachable moments that nature creates and presents
Improvised through sacred beauty in endless motion
Magic rests in measures of patient wisdom
Echoes resound meanwhile through gifted silence
Games of sorts played throughout the universe
Orchestrated by almighty creative powers
Explicitly arranged to cause amazement
Stretch the boundaries of our imagination
Breathless before this cornucopia of nature's blessings
Youthful temerity grows into heartfelt gratitude
AP: 3rd place 2026
A bird, long of tooth, but short of beak
had the temerity to speak.
So, I reserved a table and grabbed a seat.
The thing he had to say was "tweet".
158.
My Country Hates Me
Once I called myself “Illuminati”
Of the god attendant “Annunaki”
Whence I said “stupid majority”
To the fellowmen of my country
For once I considered me a decoy
Of someone high who can employ
A major disturbance against PNoy
Just like playing cards for toy
Ungrateful, unthankful – they labeled me
Parables laden to rebuke discreetly
As the said majority surrounds me
Drained I all of temerity
Mine – four months of transgression
Theirs – eighteen months of retribution
Forlorn me to concise perdition
Hear my call of reconciliation!
Now this moment of abeyance & disconnectivity
I can feel how my country hates me
Watching the extent of my stupidity
Eat & sleep idly to eternity?!
-07/07/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
-07/18/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
A RESURRECTING REFLECTION ON TODAY’S TRIBULATIONS
Confirming its intent
And what it all meant
The POTUS spoke loudly
With very proud temerity
Of making a mockery
Out of chattel slavery
By invading another country
With evil military occupancy
Controlling its humanity
And its rich resources
With his powerful armed forces:
But let us not be dismayed
Over this power-mongering raid
That God’s retribution will overcome
This demonic decision that was made:
This crucifying, unjust political insurrection
Will likewise be met with justice’s resurrection
And the ascension of God’s divine wisdom and guidance
Navigating us in life along a pathway of divine benevolence:-
Humanity..
Has the temerity,
To substantiate.
Insanity.'
Ripsnorting depravity cavity of sporting gravity
Severity of the brevity cheekily courting levity
Hilarity distorting polarity Tests aren’t a charity
Unpopularity resorting to double downed vulgarity
Clarity for sorting parity then humility not a rarity
Some austerity can feed & lead to prosperity
Precarity due to the complete lack of dexterity
Asperity at temerity & totality of Bazball brutality
Banality of celebrity vanity caused the disparity
Mendacity that red ball is just all about audacity
In reality plans need adaptability or fans profanity
Rapacity of elan talismans fatality simply insanity
Still suggesting there is a place for some cricketing rhymes in these Testing times?
In the land of lengthy cumulus curiosity amazed by the velocity of the atrocity
The crazed ferocity of ghoulish foolish monstrosity which blazed across the ditch
Where Off his Head did bewitch on the pitch so quick slick should've got a stitch
For what it's worth pithier levity aptly sums up the rum girth of the mirth of Perth
Travis’s temerity, depravity of sporting gravity, severity of brevity of Ashes rebirth
No devil may care, hoping us coping rightful heir not moping at the Gabba, repair
Dare to dream in Aussies’ despair lair ending their frightful mind bending nightmare
Cheers to elite broadsheet peers who it appears our fears, sneers, jeers & nadirs share
Ignore more hackneyed score from seedier bottom feeder media on tour, Go All Square!
resplendent
astonishing
brooding
postures
in
replicas
visions
exceedingy
sweet
of
desire
in
provocative
innuendo
of
implicit
ecstasy
a contraversial
temerity
of
sensibiities
laid
bare
Have you read the note?
It speaks of the doom of the liquid element.
An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning,
Besieges the tick of the clock.
Must have been a bland Sunday, which retreated
From the temerity of old wine,
Haunted by the lonesome refrains of exhausted hymns.
The belfry yawned loosely....
But quiet crept in like leprosy,
Hanging loops on loam-matted hair, black and fringy,
And nursing frets we held
When the wetted guitar strings would not strum....
Have you read her note?
Not the one of Mrs. Dalloway
Nor the one of Between the Acts,
But the one she cringed for —
That banal, invidious act, non-virginal,
Which haunts the church to this day.
When missiles fly
The Mullahs lie
They bide their time
To turn the tide
Their constant bluster
Now short of luster
For why we ask
No God sent task
To build a bomb
With feigned aplomb
Their word to spread
Among the dead
They have their place
To find God's grace
Not trample lives
Like stinging hives
Fear and temerity
No road to prosperity
But that's what they seek
Control of the meek
A proud nation with tales of old
A proud people who once were bold
A history where feats abound
A long lost empire to astound
Time for Iranians to now earn
That for which they clearly yearn
Freedoms tenuous flickering light
Now in their grasp in line of sight
We close our eyes when we sleep, imagine, kiss, and pray
because the most beautiful things can not be seen,
they are felt with the heart.
~ Sweet Dream Love Quotes
In dreams I call your name, and slowly you come to me
For the first time I see your smile; the light in your eyes
It's a mischievous little boy grin, but not quite innocent
I think of it as the crescent moon on a warm summer night
I've not heard your voice, but I sense its timbre is deep
except when you ever so softly whisper my name as I sleep
It's always the fullness of your lips that draw my stare
and I feel the need to move closer until I can inhale you
There's an ache throbbing inside me, threatening my sanity
until the beggar in me transforms reticence into temerity
If you sleepwalk, whisper my name and I will find you
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