I have been graciously blessed by class,
That defines my place gauge not to trespass;
How fast my eyes comprehend,
Than my silent ears pretend
To grasp the state of fairness, mind harass...
Death approaches
We have no regrets
Dreaming improbable dreams.
Reality betwixt the unfeeling
Monuments souring unhindered.
No longer enslaved slaves
Thinking the unthinkable
To be what we truly feel
Tears that can’t be cried
For pathways to the unknown
Soft velvet sparks so subtle
Teardrops fall in puddles,
Weary eyes forge forward
Forlorn ekphratic meandering
The pain as its vile pungency
Scorns the soul of the angelic
Drives goodness to the brink,
Mighty swords flow protests
To the unyielding winds of time
To defiantly stand up to demons
For a valid worthwhile cause
As the lyrics of memoirs spill
And gazes turn to wonder,
Amid lonely nights of fear
With only love unblemished
If not ourselves what can we be?
Untold ethics to be true.
To ease our savage thoughts
claiming not fame nor fortune
this be our claim to fame.
Doing it our way evermore,
The righted wrongs unsaid.
When God questions us,
We will stand erect.
Afraid but totally, to be unsupported,
With not posting, the poetess cavorted!
Till a blythe, joyful spirit appeared,
Allaying all those ghostly fears to disappear!
With that, she penned with saisfacction .
Not even a broken hearft, coud halt her traction!
1/4/ 2924
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I can't but to God be rather grateful,
For regrets brace me not being- ungrateful.
Teachers are ever unnecessarily severe
Until students stubbornly don't simply adhere
No companion like beautiful cooling nature
But you need a man together to build the future
To get full value of stainless joy,
Get someone to share it with boy.
Pain lies low in father's plain laugh;
Wearying bloody veins on our behalf.
Love lies in mother's pure anger;
Enough is in store in her hunger.
THE UNDAUNTED
The roar of the pride silence no cricket
The wise knows the breeze is never daunted
When the wind joins force wth the rain
Threatening the palm tree to shed its fronts
For decades it has waded scores of such
Stronger and taller the trunk has grown
I'm a god among the gods
My breath makes the galaxies shiver
Death scares for its life at my anger
I am the undaunted
The tricky laughter never fades out from caged hyena
No matter the folds on hare's limbs
The stretch is unravelled in a fox's chase
I am the air
In my stroll I am wind
In my race i am storm
I bathe your skin in a cool day
If I raid the streets
I give wings to the sands and make them fly
If I stage a dance upon the ocean
I raised a troupe of standing waters
Then I swallow loaded vessel
And make them moor in my deep belly
I am the undaunted
I am water, in my calmness
I adorn your yard and bear a pet name pool
When i rage, i am a hurricane
Call me Caterina or Dorian
I am still me
I bond with my likes
I shake the groung on my enemies
I make them tremble
Call me a fire when calm
You will know my name when on rampage
I am the undaunted
FM CONCEPTUAL ?
Tasteless pelt whiffs of mundane air
Against my nostrils numb with dread;
Scarcely fathom I what spectacle fair
Beyond this umbra curtain latent lies.
Tetchy harbingers over dark corners
Lurk under dismal mirage-like cloud;
Tomorrow's dreams in eldritch lines
Occlude wisest presages renowned.
Each day's bleak bulletins present
Chillily menacing brutish shadows,
As jinxed year's tides forward hop
Into ever-spiraling strangling woes.
Suave eccedentesiast lips no longer
Can mask sore past's swelling blight,
Nor plastic laughter as finely conceal
Apprehensive misgiving's inured bite.
Though indelible certainty clear outline
Of stealthily skulking prospect obscure,
And crafty clock dials key inchings hide,
This menaced soul shall still reign pure.
This is not my place
But anyways.
A strangely unrewarding
Chain on my door.
What is it that I'm guarding,
What's the trouble all for?
Smoke
fills
rooms
Like ivory in tombs
We wouldn't be depressed
If it weren't
For the best.
Foamless steel
Stain-filled bubble bath
Bought for the price of a meal
Sould for a laugh.
And so we travel on
The goodies always gone.
Alas!
I say
My head I'll lay
No dogs do stray
No mines we lay
I'm wishing for a way -
But the wishing well's run dry.
And so you shudder and I cry,
'At least we've been passed by
The fortunes that don't lie.'
And then, you have a vision
Of a man who's screaming
"Intermission!"
And his eyes are beaming
With precision.
And so we laugh and share a cigarette.
This is just as good as it will get
If you go outside you will get wet
Eventually...
Minds gray,
Thoughts sharp
We'll best be on our way
As the angel plays a harp
But hits the wrong notes.
What's it for
What's it about?
In friendship we've no doubt.
So don't go knocking on my door,
As I won't knock in turn.
Since walls cling
But doorbells ring
And fires always burn...
A-n
U-ndaunted
D-elight
R-emains
E-agerly
I-n
M-ind
U-sing
J-oy
A-nd
R-apture
Topic: Birthday of Audrei O. Mujar (September 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Take me untroubled
To a sacred ground unscathed
Show me a tabloid with a story untold
Unveil the gallantry of a heroine unsung
Squall aloud ye inspiration
Touching every soul
As it fall on listening heart
Grow roots and make beautiful flowers
With the seeds of the inked words your mind sees
The tale is awake
The readers are aware
The story will never be forgotten
The struggle that pen hankering voices for equality
Behold the wave that inscribe epitaph on a patriarchy society
Here, your stone hearted girl
Melting in her own stove of fire
Every night, burns like fire
Even after every kick and rage, she toil
Stop and look! Your selfish girl
Learning to be alive in that hut
Struggling to forget, FORGET!
your gentle presence once she had
Now bunch of questions in her head
Crawling- walking- junping- springing
In the light dim and dense
Thinking of your undaunted absence
In the fire every night
Her heart is turning wild and wild
May be it will fuel your dreams delight
And you will be back in next flight.
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