appears a Roman goddess
halo affects adorn as spears on a diadem
Her torch enlightens the world
flames are gilded in 24K gold
reflecting the sun's rays, looming She is not
for the floodlights illumine night’s darkest hours
the French had created Her
Americans built Her a concrete pillar
the old raised funds as the young saved their pennies
grounded granite pedestal protects from blue bolt strikes
disassembled in toto scattered and strewn She was
93m in height
neoclassic colossal copper sculpture
oxidized to muted green an outer patina
broken chains at Her feet breaking free from tyranny and servitude
typifies a democratic government
She faces southeast welcoming all arrivals transversing the sea
France gifted Americans, brothers of liberty
against sepia skies, streaked layers, cream colored clouds
a silhouette stands on Liberty Island
Categories:
typifies, america, appreciation, freedom, independence
Form: Suzette Prime
I stand before you gathered here, honored to pay tribute today,
To the unknown soldier, who typifies all soldiers come what may.
She is a daughter, a mother, a sister, He is a son, a father, a brother,
Willing to step up to protect us all, A soldier, a sailor, aviator or other,
We owe a debt that can never be repaid. No matter how each did roam,
Brave young men and women, many broken, some didn’t come home
.
Life altering actions. The hardship they endured, the horror they saw.
Let us bow our heads and pray there’ll be an end soon, to every war.
True even those that made it home, broken minds heard the doves cry.
They were not properly looked after, some homeless, decided to die.
World leaders and religious heads, join us now, stop ordering them to go.
We are humans put on earth to love one another; this you should know.
If its so important to enlist violence you leaders, step in and have a go.
Take guns, tanks, missiles and land mines, we will all watch the show.
My tribute to the unknown soldier is at an end. May he rest in peace.
And may we all acknowledge the need for all war and fighting to cease.
Categories:
typifies, war,
Form: Rhyme
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Categories:
typifies, angst, anxiety, dance, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Rongali bihu
Rong cascading down
the days around April fifteenth
jotted over the almanac
(Rong bihu or Rongali bihu, the Assamese gala)
luring New Year for the Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong gleaned from Vishuvam - the Sanskrit word
Rong elucidates vernal equinox
Rong typifies joy
like lovers discreetly conclave in the cavern
when two bodies melded with one soul
Rong caught a whiff of fresh kopou phool perfume - Foxtail Orchid or Dove Flower
Rong is humble abode of the shameless parasites Cuckoo
enduring the rythym of Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong is the dance of life
Rong is the food celebration
Rong is the offspring of love and happiness
#and in background, I can hear my beloved 80's hit song - 'O Xun Toradoi Nasaba Morom Lagakoi' (O My Dear Beloved Don't Stare Adorably) ...
Categories:
typifies, 12th grade, april, feelings,
Form: Epic
Today’s Soapbox Opinion
Written: by Tom Wright
6/27/2019
Ambition, to politicians, is like powerful drugs,
We’re shown clean hands but most resemble slugs.
Seems It’s more of the same with every election,
And this years field typifies a dingbat collection.
Catering to lobbyist while with voters patronizing,
They can’t seem to agree on where the sun is rising.
Each has an agenda and firmly set in these ways,
A socialist wants free stuff and the wealthy pays.
America is a country where opportunity is rife,
We’ve become a fractured nation, thus inducing strife.
“Well done is better than well said”
Benjamin Franklin
Categories:
typifies, how i feel, political,
Form: Couplet
A daffodil I see
yellow beautiful head
showing in barren bed
This typifies to me
Spring blooms makes me happy
Winter worries I shred
Soon the bees will be here
Pollen coating their hair
Flower to flower share
Many flowers I fear
Would die unless bees near
Working yet unaware.
A daffodil to me
Means winter woes set free
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typifies, flower, spring,
Form: Sonnet
How do I write about
this journey...this climb
...These emotions that run
so high...
The need to escape...to reveal
the once hidden...
From girl to woman...
I stand and applaud the inner
child...
Abbreviate her journey...
transition with a tenacious smile...
She has created this world...
and received an insight to suffer
no more...
like an everlasting fragrance of a once
adorned yet tortured rose...
she stands ever vigilant...
breathes this fragrance without
recourse...
her soft beauty mere typifies
the struggle others imposed...
I stand and applaud the inner child
for she chose to feel and grow...
Categories:
typifies, passion,
Form: Light Verse
We nurture shrubs and flowers
to brighten up our days
and set out all the colours
in beautiful arrays,
we're full of admiration
for the trees,grown from a seed,
but what we cultivate the most
is just a commen weed,
usually it's green
except when there's a drought,
it's also what most sports today
cannot do without,
it typifies the country side
more than fields of corn,
but when it's grown in a town
it's called a garden lawn.
Categories:
typifies, funny, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme