The Dusky-
olive green emerges into pale yellow appearance
thy baton dignifies engagement to Lizzy's emergence.
yellow, a pictogram of thy intellect, insights and joyousness
beholder of polish grace, thou, her unspoken liveliness
Shyness thy sweet ornament, eyes the doors to forgetfulness
O' Darcy,
time cuddles thy wrist, fingers twist around the twig
Thy affection, her reflection, a melody, a mumbling click
Small town boy, thou are, relishing elegance, thou live in
And around where the birds sing and swing for thou, her twin
She too, unheard and undeclared yet integral and transparent grin
Thy sunflower-
Reminds the theory, one for other, forever and ever ahead
Sipping sips from each integrity, their compassion, a consistent thread
Spring welcomes thy counts in; autumn forget his loss even
Only thy persona, twinkles in her literary arena; she choosily given
Thy speed is the speed of light, beyond her serene delight.
The night door ajar
Yields a passage, infinite,
If you follow the lines
Streaked along the blank walls
Walls made of nothing
Except what you’ve given
By proposing a space
In your infinite trust
And frozen in light beams
A body, a baby
Magnified, knowing
Like you always wanted
To know.
Needing bearings
You pray to the baby.
It turns away blindly
Independent of you.
You find yourself back
And the night door restores
Its concealing intention
Its will undeclared.
Disappeared are the light beams.
The place is deserted
Dream creatures have been here
And made off with the life.
A daylight daze
has been removed to a dark city
in a DC Comic.
Nations have swallowed their tongues,
have become a caped parody
of an undeclared independence.
The good are caught in the search lights,
the bullet heads and bare-faced bad
run the globe, turn the coats,
unify the unwilling sheep into lambs
until liberty itself is the aberration.
The enemy is a suit stuffed
with daemonic dandruff
reserved to snow job the helpless.
There is a new world order now
for the meek, weak and bolder.
Globalist's glob onto the taste of power.
Our super heroes are pot-bellied
and cancelled.
RoboCop is now a peace poet;
he gently rants
in a soundproof basement,
writes sonnets to forget
the already forgotten.
Tears and beers freefall
behind crumbling walls,
we must add too tight tights to the list
of all our ripping sorrows,
shake enfeebled fists
as menacing shadows gather
and we
ever willing to cast
accusing looks upon each other.
Sometimes trying hard to win,
it’s more important not to lose
Semantics jumbled, meanings gray,
the angle of your view
The victor truant, a rose a rose,
when called by something else
The winner left still undeclared
—the loser on the shelf
(Wendy On Ozark: May, 2022)
More connected
by dollars than faith
the poor attend the
Universal Church of Poverty
Christian or Jew
Hindu or Muslim
the altar when barren
—leaves God undeclared
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2022)
Silent the guns and call your enemy
to say hello, as long as there is life in you
and empathy in mutual suffering by
the massacring virus invading us
like a shrewd salesman of death.
Senseless arms buildup and proxy wars
keep fuel on its fire burning us alive.
Its catastrophe knows no bounds and
we may well be receiving its first wave
like an unending tsunami intent on
submerging all, with no pity for our
piety, or romantic isolationism.
Let peace reign, like clear air, so we
marshal our energy toward the common foe
spreading its eagle wings of death like a
dark and venomous cloud.
Match its irreverence for life with
neighborly love.
Fight its undeclared war
with touch of humanity.
Repel its evil spirit
by planting the sapling soul of peace
in your heart.
Embrace universal truce so
we may all live through this dark carnival.
Parking lots are empty, the streets are bare:
no one forecast this; nothing can compare.
Acting cavalier, some don't even care
that the elderly die, gasping for air:
they still say staying inside is unfair.
The low-wage everyday workers are scared,
finding themselves jobless and unprepared.
And it's soon apparent no country's spared:
the whole world's at war, though it's undeclared.
Facts about the pandemic got disclosed,
and self-quarantine measures were imposed;
while airports and national borders closed.
Social distancing stressed out the nation:
socialization is our foundation.
And, we've got good reason to bellyache.
Corporate greed failed hospital healthcare:
profits increased, and therefore no one cared,
that this pandemic left the world exposed.
A lack of supplies brought desperation:
now, everyone's paying for that mistake.
Undeclared
A valentine’s day ode
For all my bashful valentines
Who love me but can’t share it
Today’s a very special day
On which they can declare it
Was I just forgetful
Did I drink too much gin
I meant to take the door off
So the sacks could be thrown in
But as I sit here patient
And the hours go so fast
The postman must be rushing
Cos the bugger drove on past
I spose he felt quite jealous
But now he’ll be ecstatic
That all of my admirer’s cards
Are hidden in his attic
But thankfully I got one card
It’s stood there on that shelf
No need to trust the postman
I ‘sent’ that one myself
Decades since frittering like - yule
ne'er believe me, boot true
lee, I wreck clues lee wasted
my life lock, stock, and barrel
as if there whiz no tomorrow,
this skein knee boy didst spool
away youth like some drool
ling doggone motley fool
while mutely dumbfounded taking -
as undeclared seriously gruel
ling studious favorite pursuit - duel
major space and time, believing
them tubby (out
of this world), and cool,
yet unbeknownst tummy then
more precious than any jewel,
hence this faux Einstein,
who got pool
lightly dubbed"the quietest
student", albeit still
underhandedly cuffed and cruel
moniker, nonetheless wool
worth being spot on,
though when within comfort
of home aye
yak act did mule
lush, non provoke'n, neither tool
ling with smoke'n,
funny weed, but more specifically
class (sic) self serving
as token passive non rule
breaker counted among
Life is so
fleeting
why do we waste
chances for
kindness
perfectly placed?
Love is no
use if
left undeclared.
By words or
deeds it
needs to be shared.
And if our
hearts seek
genuine peace,
pride, hate and envy
first need release.
Happiness
comes when
with thankful hearts,
we share with
others
gifts God imparts.
Thus if we
act with
goodwill and grace
we’ll leave this
world a
far better place.
13/10/18
3/2/4 syllable count
'Charleku contest' : Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Is Poetics
a poem or a process
Is Love
a lover or romance
Is Art
a painting or a vision
Is Worship
a place or deliverance
Is Freedom
a word or a statement
Is Family
just blood that we share
Is Duty
an oath or vocation
Is Truth
just a wish—undeclared
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
BORN into a fire
as loud as cannon
fire
Declared DEAD before
the message of urgency
Kissing memories
holding insides
between swearing words
and all this pain
is a penance for
this end; of loving you
of living you.
Dirt, blood, guts, and
bravery so biblical
and angels weep but
devils laugh so this
is the end? Is this
the end?
I wash away I wash away
this evil within my heart.
I kiss the end between
her lips and sing ...
"Undeclared victory is
empty spaces inside your
heart ; tomorrow is strange
and history we cannot remember
is full of war and dying words"
\this is not the end/
Wash away! I declare an
emergency of urgency ~
your love is hallow and
empty like false dreams!
Watch me Watch Me Watch Me
FADE AWAY!
:: 11-04-2017 ::
My share of mistakes I have made,
Detours I’ve taken, dues I’ve paid.
In dubious company I’ve found friends,
Indecision followed the best-laid plans.
Loneliness has rushed me into love,
Courting heartbreaks and a cold rebuff.
By my errant mind I was ill prepared,
For Fortune’s intentions undeclared.
Ample time has been idled away,
For pleasures that indulged no delay.
The crowd’s folly too quick to chide,
Long have I stayed on the outside.
For triumphs by discipline not groomed,
To small victories by apathy doomed.
Half-hearted dreams were left to rust,
In random luck I’ve placed my trust.
A few hardships I have gamely braved,
Too little done for the freedom craved.
All these I confess to you, my son,
My past a gift to my dearest one.
Not one of the mistakes I’ll regret,
If by my lessons you’re better led.
As you embark on life’s great race,
I hope my steps you won’t retrace.
Undeclared evil intentions imposed
The dark side of ma·lev·o·lence exposed
Magnified by sheer brutality of acts composed
Aaaaah, evidence one can clearly see'th
All of humanity is faced with
Tragedy from hor·ren·dous acts commit
Shockingly dreadful acts caused by
Misplaced human beings cry
Who are currently living with an anger eye
Thus, being poured out in ways taking place
Never before seen or experienced 'bout face
On this planet's dust base
O Lord, thus is the day in whence for
Rev·e·la·tion is transcending upon us hardcore
In other words, ''WE ARE AT WAR''
Walking in this house of death and tears
I get this undivided feeling of my fears
Nothing seems to become crystal clear
Our hearts ripped and smeared
Our feelings instantly become flared
My walls quickly crumble becoming scared
At one point feelings were thought of and shared
Soon you’ll have something undeclared
Everyone better be prepared
Later on there will be some snared
Time will come and pass I will be spared
Glances of some sorts evil glares
As if they look like angry hungry bears
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