Tasks, by their very nature
are often painful to perform.
Polysyllabic pedantry exacerbates undertakings unnecessarily.
Strict contest-runners rate your
adherence to the stipulated norm.
Would Robert Frost perform feats
of wordplay? Or leave forsaken
such boring chores? I airily
dare opine this, for Keats,
is the road not taken.
Like rednecks have their gun,
and German shepherds have muzzles,
one posits, all too warily,
that poets need their fun:
like doing harmless crossword puzzles.
Practice Mo' offten
Side Blown Flute
Bassoon place
50005 sing-it
sing-it
Dearest Prosocailist
Providence has favored our undertakings
yet night has hindered our labor
where then are we defined indifferance
in chore. Might morning state it's claim
as our wedding. Fromally I pledge my love
to thee, that these days shall bring us closer.
Make the night those for lovers.
Which he thought was right.
I have only meet him once but I love you.
With love:
Your Love
Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.
Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.
I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.
Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.
Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.
Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres
Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.
We go all out to fight with the surroundings
But forget to fight with our inner selves
So complex
Embedded with secret emotions,beliefs and thoughts
It pays to or you pay for
When having conflict or compromise
We see only others' mistakes
But not our own
Only when in trouble
Do we see God and his love
Inside our hearts may reside a saint or devil
We're reluctant or shy to show
Our real feelings in public
But when retreat to a corner
We find ourselves lost,confused and puzzled
The world is full of Charms,challenges,confrontations,tricks and traps
Any bad undertakings carry out by you
Will cause regrets
But for you or your inner self
No matter who is the betrayal to God
Both will suffer in the end
We are bornt with
Some unique gifts
Two eyes to see
Both the good and the bad
Two ears to hear
Both the truths and the fallacies
Two hands to utilize
The right will always help the left
Two strong upright legs
To run away from any bad undertakings
But only one mouth to speak
To speak only the truths
And so, a unique cooperation
Eyes and ears will learn
Hands and legs will practise
Mouth will comment
Volcanoes can engulf the land
in avalanching lava blaze
entombing picturesque Pompeiis,
for Nature has the upper hand.
Tsunamis raze an earthly strand
disrupting lives that cling to breath
in e’er untimely mortal death,
for Nature has the upper hand.
Despite the undertakings planned,
a cataclysm’s fatal sweep
may chance on beings deep asleep,
for Nature has the upper hand.
Across the cosmic reaches grand
the heavens prove their vast command
where’er our telescopes have scanned,
for Nature has the upper hand.
We stamp our heady hubris brand
upon the beauteous terrain
which humans claim as their domain,
still Nature has the upper hand.
An instance in immenseness spanned
we’re but a bit of Nature and
regardless if we understand
Great Nature has the upper hand!
~ Harley White
A leap of faith as I take,
Through small undertakings, my thirst I slake.
Never felt life could pull an unexpected brake,
Panic-stricken, my body began to shake.
As my heart thumped,
I flashed a smile, no one hinted it was fake.
I dreamt whilst being wide awake,
Soon to admit, this is life with no retake.
From out of nowhere, I was blessed,
To be optimistic and not be stressed.
An appealing thought crossed my mind,
What would I do, if The Almighty God hadn't been so kind?
He steered me through when I acted blind,
So I decide to let go without pressing rewind!
“The Dead Life”
(Sleep is the Sister of Death, so I am told)
Wake every morning take a break from death. From the life I live inhaling immortal breath. Uncontrolled vision of lives lived in my head. Most nights are dreamy, some nights are sad.
Fears of our days under lights brightly shining. Return to us in quiet of solemn memos reminding, _ ponderings of undertakings stood above ground. Distant plains amid hasty travels vastly abound.
I’ve drowned many times almost in the same place. Searched for mother who vanished without a trace. I remember this building, vaguely the name of that street. Rippled roads, posing people, infirm ground Beneath my feet.
Of curious consciousness, tis fateful demand whilst I sleep. Wander as a babe in the woods, it’s meaning Lost as sheep.
(If I live the life above in the valley of Death as such, I am doomed to be a restless soul. So far I’ve learnt to not go/turn back it causes the ripples in the road. Keep moving forward. I must remember this upon my return!)
***They love me/They love me not***
I tell you that I love you, yet I never correct you whenever you are wrong. _
I tell you that I love you, yet I support your weaknesses, not encourage you to be strong.
I tell you that I love you, yet I silently watch you lash out at others with harsh words, bricks or stone. _
Could my devotion to you be not from love, but merely from my fear of being left alone?
Why is it so easy for you to face your actions when we both think you are right? _
But let me have a different opinion, we're up all throughout the night?
You seem well at ease, and you sleep so comfortably in your makings ~_
yet my soul is disturbed, and unable to rest from witness of your undertakings.
I know that I vowed to cherish and love you, for better and for worst ~ _
Yea! didn't we both take those vows, and frankly, it was you who uttered them first!
I fear for the plight of my spirit, and for the end of my soul; for rightly now it is hard to tell~
will I watch you go off to heaven, while I go off to ____??
An Acrostic by James Edward Lee Sr.
Wild hallelujahs thrusts
Holosystolic murmurs work requests
Autarchies endeavor translucent
Tidal ranges situate
Elementary freedoms will
Slow gestures refer
United endeavours undertakings
Positive freedoms empowered
4/11/10
Mystically murky memories
Antagonize anyone and anything
Despite delving deep down
Each embellishment encompasses eternal envy
You yearn, yet…
Only one option opens
Understand, undertakings undo unambiguously
Live, laugh, love, let lie
Opt out of obligation
Offer open objections ostensibly
Knowledge kindles kindness
Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose);
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people
Reprimanding my almost-conscience are just a whit of an empty, emaciated white whale of a civilization proclaiming pseudo-camaraderie and disappointing undertakings as suitable solutions for contentedly concluding one’s existence.
Though some perceive fraudulence efficiently, soaring quilled shafts of deceit unavoidably puncture intimate electing properties of our conscious.
No barricade can shield humanity from himself.
With living comes a constant quality of inconsistency,
despite the state of existence itself being incredibly monophonic,
permeating my formless breath and solid heart like no other experience.
Well… there is another event I imagine could deliver a pure, unadulterated sensation of intoxicating eternity.
I will wait for him, peacefully, until he arrives on his sweet, milky steed.
O dear old friend, deliver me swiftly unto my end, the true undying void.
a journey
out of character
step outside the norm into new
undertakings endeavors
that will expand personal horizons
cultivating a brand new image to
be portrayed to the world
A gardener is an artisan unique,
Being a special breed, so to speak!
Cultivating plants of all descriptions,
Daring to overcome Nature’s restrictions;
Ever passionate about their chosen delight,
For them, a garden is a hallowed site.
Gardening being regarded their divine right!
Hoping they can motivate and incite
Interested spectators to emulate their art
Justifies their constant toil. They take heart
Knowing they bring order to a wilderness.
Long known for its ability to overcome duress
Makes them glow, for having won the day.
No one can deny a well kept garden has a way
Of soothing the worst, angst ridden soul;
Peace found therein plays an important role.
Quiet immersion in a needed garden chore
Rewards the gardener, who asks for little more.
Some garden work involves hard grafting toil:
Tilling, sowing, hoeing, tending the soil:
Undertakings the ardent gardener enjoys.
Varied and many are the tools he employs
When working. In winter he’ll often prepare
Xmas gift packets full of seeds, he can spare.
Yes, a gardener enjoying his garden chore:
Zestfully engaged, will ask for nothing more!
Rhymer. May 21st, 2017.
R-Revived
E-Expectations
S-Specifying
O-Optimistic
L-Life
U-Undertakings
T-To
I-Incarnate
O-Omitted
N-Noble
S-Solutions!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 December 2015
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