Tendering Poems

STEADILY THINKING ABOUT THIS

Women will say it's men
Men will say it's women
They all throwing 
Shades at each other 
Defending their gender 
Tendering different agenda.

Women will leave their man
Because he cheated 
Then go to another man
Who's cheating on his woman 
What a irony... Circle keeps repeating 

Men will be telling several girls 
Same thing but different feelings 
Feelings depend on her vibes 
Time passes, little misunderstanding 
They break up, then go to another woman
Who's probably not satisfied in her present relationship.

I know they're some women and men
Who don't cheat, they're fidelity 
Men and women 
Keep accusing each other 
Thinking they will never unite
But every weekend;
Friday, Saturday and Sunday 
There's always a wedding ceremony to attend.
Men and women, who cheats most!?...

Sonnet

Sonnet

From far, back I have come
To their surprise, I brought a dove, 
Happy they were, everyone at home, 
And a nest they weaved for her, what a love! 
My brother, a smith, made her a golden ring. 
Love and compassion led her out of bond
To the sky she soars up — her song to sing.
Between us no frictional touch, but fine fond;
In her crops-pasturing afoot she walks, 
While our eyes tendering on her steps, lest treading a hook
For we all feel unease to a cause she crawls, 
And our heart pounds to the eagle  nasty look;
Always she roosts in her nest to avoid the rain, 
And when get wet, in the sun she stands to drain. 

©® Muhammad Abdulhamid Kumo 
April, 2024

#SpringHearted
#AlaSuperQuote

Mistress

this isn't meant to last forever
he whispers into my neck 

I am the rot that grows in humidity
I am the mud on his shoes

in this wetness–
the tendering of his hand

my body
how it aches

A Life Well Lived

A life well lived, a story to tell,
Full of memories, both good and swell,
Where love and laughter linger on,
And joy and happiness are never gone.

A life well-lived, with purpose and meaning,
Where hard work and perseverance are beaming,
Where dreams are chased and goals are met,
And every challenge is never a threat.

A life well-lived, with family and friends,
Where every relationship never ends,
With moments shared and bonds so strong,
And every journey taken with a song.

A life well-lived is not about wealth,
Nor fame and fortune, or material health,
But it's all about the love we give,
And the legacy we leave, as long as we live.

So let's live a life that's worth remembering,
With deeds that inspire, and hearts that are tendering,
And when we're gone, let words be said,
"He lived a life well, and he's finally been laid to bed."

Waiting On Rainbows

Waiting on a rainbow to show up
is like waiting for man
the long hours or even the years that requires
for one of Nature's wonders
Some have divine the scientific approach to
rainbows but I am in love with the seven rays of light
and the arc.

But unlike men
Rainbows do not disappoint or leave one hanging like a one night-stand
or make promises with the taste of cheap alcohol on its breathe
or climbing up the stairs at 2 am in the morning and embarrassingly waking up
the children and then leaves the next morning with the memory that his visit was just a dream.

No rainbows are forever
a covenant that God will never forsaken us
Rainbows are a promise
of a new world and a new start and something that is wondrous
Rainbows are rainbows and every one is like ones first love
that tendering meetings of the lips of Heaven and Earth.

In the Far Beyond

Remarkable how her beauty appeared in my dream
A long time since I caressed her cheeks, or saw
Her sweet smile responding with a radiant gleam,
Last night she returned in a strange mystical awe
Whispering consoling expressions of utter bliss
To assuage the loneliness of my nocturnal fretting
Tendering me an ethereal, magically proffered kiss,
When I was on the verge of regretfully forgetting
Her presence is still here with me, her soul so alive
Resplendent, illuminating – as only spirits can be,
Though the body returns to dust, spirit does thrive
Beyond the veil in an unknown realm I cannot see,
Bringing courage and strength for my will to survive
To know that in the far beyond we truly come alive. 

Written May 18, 2022

Betrayed Trust

Wrath shortening my breath, tendering my pulse
Her, walking across the class to kiss the friend I lost
Shame on him, to give up my trust for the one I love

Back to the good old days, I and her on the hills
Forgetting our meal, no hunger to feel
Spending time together being the only thing right

A best friend that I used to have, known all secrets that I had
Fell for the one I pleaded to God and She for him to clot my blood
Betraying my love that I spent everything in life to craft

Taking me for grant, my friend gave everything to the lost love
Forgetting the oath for our friendship to last
Believing, like I did, she will last till the world’s blast

But, to repeat the history of my sorrow and misery
She left my friend without feeling sorry
To live her life, with someone who can give a golden penny!

God's Star

A cold morning and smiley faces,
Enjoying all as Christmas graces.
The heat of the wintry star,
God is in but he is too far. 

Tendering heat on the eyes,
As the great star arises.
Love is reborn on the earth,
That's we call Christmas after Jesus birth. 

A cold morning and smiley faces,
Enjoying all as Christmas graces.
The heat of the wintry star,
God is in but he is too far. 

Angels around us in a snow flakes,
All the gust she takes.
Once it would be alike Christmas tree,
When happiness would native in thee. 

A cold morning and smiley faces,
Enjoying all as Christmas graces.
The heat of the wintry star,
God is in but he is too far. 

Lust of the Christmas day,
Where everyone is like heavenly fay.
Love is reborn on the earth,
That's we call Christmas after Jesus birth. 

A cold morning and smiley faces,
Enjoying all as Christmas graces.
The heat of the wintry star,
God is in me and not too far!

Broken Bird

I see the horizon turn purple on your skin
As the sun sets slowly from our sight
And now our last song begins

The birds have flown from somewhere within
Parting in violet air with the advent of night
Our poem of silent voices quiver and transcend

While under the stars we flash smiles with garish chagrin
Holding hands across the table’s candlelight 
As the fiddlers play sweet lavender violins

Breezes cool our temperate regard towards this end
To lighten our hearts demise in this paltry plight
Our denial of love seems such a soulless sin

Intently we form words but mouths never open
Our time has come to its end tonight
There is only silence above this amethyst din

We gaze into each other’s eyes like birds in tailspins
Fleeing and desperately tendering our broken light
While the dark purple hues consumes us as we sadly end

Sinking soundless and powerless 
dismantled like wingless birds in flight

November 30, 2021

Summers Heat

Paroxysmal passions of preying eyes,
Whispering waves upon warming ocean…
Harmonies hankering hearts hypnotize,
Melodic mists of driving devotion.

Yelling and yearning youthful ambitions,
Sizzling summers endure exotic heat…
Posturing pleasures amidst positions,
Capitalizing confidence complete.

Adoration and affection flaming,
Tendering tears of cascading desire…
Lavender lips erotic exclaiming,
Sensuous seductions sacred of hire.

Summer heating upon flux flirtations,
Settling storms within sexual stations.


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...this sonnet can also be read backward...

10 syllables per line

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June.12.2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry
Sponsored by~ John Hamilton

Placed 3'rd...Thank You

I Am Me

I AM ME
When I was nine, I dreamt of my ambition,
Wishing to grow with a strong mission.
Solely, Daddy applied me to a new motion,
Going against my strong notion
Without tendering the body lotion.

At fifteen, my thoughts turns blue,
Fishing out all stain glue
To remove all crappy clue.
Yet, with a strong cue.

When I turn 18, I became raw,
Joining my palms to bow
Kneeing underneath of a paw,
Calling me bow raw.

Now at 22, pen defines me right,
Shedding on whites,
Flying like kites.
Blooming without fight.
I am me.

The Silhouette of Death

My thread is broken and the pearls are falling
In that flood of tears I’m searching for my broken heart
Your silence is my fiery ghost
Wake up dear soul, without you, my life will stop.
Still the breathless whispers of tendering love ringing my ears
While your long soft fingers brushing through my wrinkly hair
Oh dear love, open that beautiful green eyes for one more time
To see this dark miserable eyes and the love inside.
Leaving me and my life in this hell
Like those birds, when you fly to your destined home
In my fathomless flurry of mindless worries I’m surrendered
Sorry for my hasty journey to your side
For one more time I need to lie on your bosom
For a new sunrise and blossoming tulips in your heaven.



Won third place in Writing Prompt - Ten Words Poetry Contest sponsored by Dear Heart

Any General Counsel Ogc Must Deliver Justice

JUSTICE REALLY CANNOT DELIVER TRUE JUSTICE UNLESS "JUSTICE"MAKES ITSELF "TRUE jUSTICE",AND THE ONLY WAY "REAL JUSTICE" CAN DO THAT IS BY "TENDERING  JUDGEMENT WITH MERCY"!!! NEITHER THE CONGRESS OR THE SENATE IS DOING "JUSTICE"? DID BOTH OF THESE BODIES LOOSE ,OR REALIZE WHAT THE DEFINITION OF "JUSTICE REALLY MEANS? THE DEVIL  IS ALWAYS THE ONE WHO LIKES TO BRING ABOUT CONFUSSION. THERE IS A "DUTY" THAT IS REQUIRED IN  ORDER FOR "JUSTICE TO BE ACHIEVED"! JUDGEMENT IS NECESSARY,AND MERCY IS REQUIRED SO THAT "JUSTICE CAN SUCCEED AND FULFILL THE NEED TO BE "JUST"!!!!!THOSE WHO PRACTICE LAW,AND GET PAID A GREAT BIG SALARY ARE REQUIRED BY "JUSTICE" TO BE "JUST"AND THE ONLY WAY TO DELIVER JUSTICE IS TO JUDGE,AND TENDER JUDGEMENT WITH MERCY,OTHERWISE THE JUDGEMENT IS NOT "JUST" AND DOES NOT DELIVER "JUSTICE"! THE LAWYER BECOMES "THE CRIMINAL"IF HE OR SHE WILL  NOT DELIVER "JUSTICE"! JUSTICE IS JUDGEMENT TENDERED WITH MERCY!!!! THE FACTS LETS US SEE WHAT IS TRUE,AND WE CAN BE JUST AS WE JUDGE BASED ON THE FACTS,AND TENDER OUR "JUDGEMENTS" WITH MERCY,SO THAT "JUSTICE CAN SHINE THROUGH"""'

Tapestry Ii

Hail, languish in the quietude of youth innocence,

Forward the moment set for a future ponderance,

Greeting the unmeasured stare of memories call,

Tendering spirits its fortitude of life's forward haul,

Early scenes pan out the absence of rational reels,

Patterns that pave the assured their gallant feels,

                                ...to be alive then and now.



Date: 09/03/2019

Waterlily Garden

Dragonflies practice their ballet
Tendering aflutter their cordial invites
To a world of whimsy and frivolity
A playful shimmer of glistening ripples
Mirrors of gilded sunlight enchantment
In a universe of magic and serenity
A microcosm of enticing fantasy
A hint of underwater wonderland
Looking on at wavelets quivering
Where nymphs and faeries play
As graceful baby mermaids clone
Under waterlilies that float adrift
Open unfurled soaking up sunrays
Idle with zenlike inspiration
Revelling with flair finesse
Inducing a meditative state
A replica of eden’s garden
Where freedom is a gift
Offered on a ray of sunshine



Published in my photo/poetry book ~WATERLILY  GARDEN~ 2019

AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2025

Submitted on September 5, 2019 for N/A THE DAY AWAY sponsored by LU LOO  -  RANKED 2ND

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