This woman who's captured my heart without a camera
She'd made me feel like I own the universe
Described as per Proverbs 31
She's not only a bread winner but also a heart winner
And given out the whole of herself
Even during the African Summer you'll think its harvest time
And you won't even differentiate it when there's plenty to eat
Not so tall but a down to earth woman, LOL
So simple, gorgeous and beautiful with a golden heart
She has a pleasing voice and a vibrant one
Eloquent enough when she's angy and fine
Super woman of today who doesn't need a Superman
A woman who's brought up super kids in a super way
She weeps behind curtains and smiles before everyone
She ought to be respected, loved and appreciated
It ain't just luck to have her, but also a blessing
Her quarrels can create a playlist, an African playlist
Her smile will literally turn bad moments into good ones
Her eyes, uninvented means of communication, Mrs. Us.
Categories:
uninvented, mom, mother,
Form: Imagism
All men are made in vain
A paradox that bring me pain
and the fact that we can not live forever
is a shame
So much problems in this life
The least is the nagging of a cantankerous wife
we fight for survival each day in this world
All to achieve vanity
What is the fate of humanity
when we destroy our souls for insanity
Men propose but God disposes
We live darkness
In a world no one exposes
The end is wars and enmity
I sought for riches but my conscience imposes
Standards which can only be met in a Utopian state
Millions live in poverty
While one man think his great
A wise man in Fooltopia
So an irrelevant fool
And he will be redundant all his life
Like an uninvented tool
So search for knowledge and search for wisdom
For the world was men in vain
The only reward in this world is the salvation that we gain
Categories:
uninvented, earth, lust, vanity,
Form: Lyric
-- Just a bit of silliness --
"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
---- Daumier
39 & 1/2 days had passed;
the rain had lessened.
Noah, grungy and grumpy,
paced the wet deck
like a caged Lion of Judah.
Reading the Odyssey by blubber-light,
Jonah, a free-thinker, cruised
in his whale below; he marveled,
captainishly, carefully pronouncing
the unfamiliar Greek, an uninvented
tongue he couldn't speak.
Ham, an adherent to all the dietary
restrictions, was relieved
at the journey's almost-close.
Consultation of the Holy Books
had proved he wasn't kosher
and, therefore, could not be served.
Still, Shem and Japhet eyed him oddly.
They had a lean and hungry look.
The wives, sensible lot,
cleaned the kennels, did the chores
and tried to keep an even keel
in the anachronistic mess.
They drifted onward,
tired of fishing fruitless waters,
doubtful now of being made
fishers of men.
All things considered, it was
a perfectly normal situation:
men were mystics
and women staid and sturdy workers.
And yet, Ararat, still beneath the waters,
may not have been the only futuristic
structure in this grey, flat
seascape.
Categories:
uninvented, bible, boat, dream, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Have you ever thought
Of all the stories
That haven't been written?
Of all the songs
That haven't been sung?
Have you ever thought
Of all the adventures
That haven't been taken?
Of all the roads
That haven't been traveled?
Have you ever thought
Of all the creations
That haven't been invented?
Of all the great things
That haven't been seen?
Have you ever thought
Of all the stories
That haven't been written
And decided to write one?
Categories:
uninvented, books, deep, inspiration, poems,
Form: Free verse
Incessant.
Perhaps better put as
Perpetual.
The master movement mechanic,
As consistent as my healthy heart beat,
The ever clever uninvented
Perpetual motion machine.
It has its circular sway,
Monotonic metronome in
Measured meter mastered.
How uncanny the way it is
Laid in such a strange place.
Relentless.
Definitely better made as
Unforgiving.
That callous overlord,
Carefully creating our caution,
The timid terror of the ticking
Clocks and mechanics.
Analogue or digital measure,
Irrelevant ideas indeed seen
In this unstoppable being.
How cutting the way it is
Drained in such a steady way.
Ironic.
I would rather make as
Perfect.
This emotional wrapping,
Inescapable bliss train towards pain,
The warm pulse patterns
Make out to mock me.
My out of reach song,
Your gift was this infernal
Perpetual tick tock torture.
How fitting the way it is
surrounding in such a cloudy night.
Categories:
uninvented, love, time,
Form: Free verse
Man and feather from Pisa may fall same
Yet higher than Pisa's leaning fault, time
Defying gravity honors your name
And I disdainful of vital ooze, chime
The coming of the beast, the invention
Of your kind. I hail the focus of mind
That turned the heavens around the station
Of the sun, and made the West Bible blind
Straying from their own interpretation.
Indeed you proclaimed on sight, but Newton
What he could not see, followed your action
Inventing causes for effect, the sun
Cannot fall like feather or man, instead
Upheld, by the uninvented and dread.
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So once the heavens to criticism jarred
By the magnified reflection of light
The hand of God upon creation marred
Set you apart to make the gospel right
By twisting nature too, and both you claimed
Wrinkled by interpretation now quails
And you embellished, rise still bold, untamed
Reason replacing faith in the blind sails.
Yet something human brings me to your throne
And make me laud even errors explained,
And mind that God at Babel fain condoned.
What bright acolytes pant now in your train
To move not only sky, but God away
By man Enlightened who shall yet decay
Categories:
uninvented, religion, science, god, god,
Form: Sonnet