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Premium Member TOILING THESE TOUGH TIMES

TOILING THESE TOUGH TIMES  

Trumped towers tilting 
Towards treacherous times:
Tenacity taught:-
Today’s themes, true trials:
Thundering tribulations,
Tremendously testing:-

Premium Member Toiling For Humanity

Whoever for the good of humanity works for our Lord toils!







© Demetrios  Trifiatis
      29 August 2022

Daily Toiling

Oh Lord above the Great skies
Prayers stand before your face.
With heads bow, and tears in our eyes,
We grieve in solitude with silence.

We cannot leave home to go visiting,
Tearful floods and tempests mourning
Oh death, toiling, where is your sting?
Struggles, among the crowd, hurrying.

And when its work shall be, done
Where will this ruin the world be?
Stretch thin and breach broken
Separation deepen, and we cannot see

The phantom force equally Growing
In, discoveries made, by daily toiling.


Toiling Hard For Eating Raw

Everywhere we were, we were in the mood of seeking eyrie
At times, life’s roses and prickles prerequisite no banana
The forest accommodates amazing trees and flowers pulpit
In the sun, the minds are working hard and none is in bikini

No flower’s free of five bee visitors until you see the moon
Geckos game in the forest doesn’t interrupt bees work song 
Monday, bees sit on flowers in sun colleting pollen in tandem
Emergency tasks help make sweet honey without burgle
 
Randomly all bees are at work and sweat red like a porter
Anytime honey will feed everyone and the queen alpha 
When it’s night bees are sleepless for toiling hard plow

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

Premium Member Reflections From a Toiling Sonneteer

One’s poetry not always will unfold
beneath its author’s pen as some suppose.
And poetry one is to yet behold
might slowly bloom before one plucks that rose.

At times the lines come breech, the labor hard.
A trial of thought; a repositioning
of words emerging, offspring of the bard!
And then at last, the poet’s heart will sing.

The poet must write always, lest his mind
grow barren, for not always can he know
his muse will be there. She’s not always kind,
but oh, the joy, when verses want to flow!

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