Keola-Sonnet-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Imagine perched above, you ride THE lofty throne
Peering through pellucid skies to seek our MORAL truth
You yearn to spread what people need; empathy ingrown
To stare into transmutative hearts, from elderly to youth…
Suddenly, your throne volplanes into a graceful ARC
Your view, now curved, a myriad OF sights
THE UNIVERSE so grand, folks pale to smooth and dark
You cry as crisis BENDS what’s good, tears AT every right…
THE journey must proceed; though lachrymose you feel
Another ELBOW OF your trek; celebrate below
For this great place watched JUSTICE rightfully appeal
A moral victory, a beginning, where together, folks will grow…
Written and submitted on February 1, 2022
Submitting for Keola Secret KA-CHING-cash cash cash Poetry Contest
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Categories:
transmutative, character, discrimination, flying, hope,
Form: Quatrain
Blow hot like bellow's breeze
Soon it would rain
Damp,cold and messy
The hike clamped,absolutely down
I surrender,stoop to conquer
Beneath the phallus is it?
Record keeper,Transmutative...
From the past are archives
Files to be passed on
Benign smile,so bewitching
Bewildered by nature's cunning act
Man's inclination,short,limited
In my father's house there are many mansions
Indeed,whose mother's soup is sour?
Outside the box,path chosen to be lived
To be relished in lustful abandon
Change is but evasive
Man like a cycle walking in circus
Man can never change
Without traits of yesterday.
Categories:
transmutative,
Form: I do not know?