Everywhere light
Everywhere spring
Unflagging love to Him.
Endless devotion to Him
His unrequited love
is unremittingly
He weaved with golden , colorful
threads the universe
Unwavering cherish to all.
Peace ,serenity to prevail everywhere.
The courage always beautifies,
The enchanted, hued hills.
The sound of the violin is
like the colorful spring unremittingly.
The enchanting ,fiery forest
shines
like the green sea.
Lifeful ,green pebble
dancing in the windy moonlight.
Strides along the lonely road fearlessly
the foredoomed lily groans with pain needlessly.
We gaze at the dazzling
sunshine unremittingly.
We pour the unflagging
idea of bliss unhesitatingly.
To our claim he relinquished
by our prospect is relished.
The unflinching dove sings
His starlit heart never stings.
Our heedless world a main, long-lived agony
hopes for the generation of being sunny.
Poetry soup
Offering gifts of
Eloquence and rhetoric
This emancipation of candour
Revitalized in common goals when
Yielding seeds of open-mindfulness
Specifications spontaneously unshackled
Oppression outlawed; this is indeed the
Unreservedly unremittingly
Punchbowl of purposefulness and literature.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
The soul is rocking unremittingly
Stars are bathed in serene tears
The roaring of skies
It is impossible for us a better life to lead
unless
we unremittingly strive better to become!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 APRIL 2020
O, Basilisk keeping across the unsinkable surface of water,
desperately fleeing the terrible hunger of monstrously ravenous mouths,
supported by ripples of light,
as adrenaline, faith and delight appear to allow the impossible task of traversing the river of night, as the bluegills below the remarkable sight of a lizard escaping a death of forsaken repose effervesce with a watery awe,
is an ingenuous talent as yours unremittingly earned?
Aug 28, '18
Death shadows, furious, frenzied, fought
Waiting for this wretched soul to rot
They redeemed me, tortured me, ceasing not
Crows perch upon my severed breast
Picking at the insipid flesh
Vultures of glee coo and ratify my rest
Love pierces my heart that is dead
Maddening my severed head
Feeding ones engorged instead
Deprived and empty of soul within
My ribcage grows bare and thin
Eaten away by my own cruel kin
Skeleton bare and scorned
Fowl breasts of youth unadorned
Cascaded in grotesque glory, basked and ever-mourned
I fly! Hovering over my body too weak
As tears fall down my hungry beak
Let me fly north toward winter so bleak!
The tears freeze on my cold bones
In the dark snow that blackens, I grow old
As wind, birds and corpses forever moan
Homeward north I fly…I feed
I, the coal-beaked corpse still need
To roam…to rot…to unremittingly greed
I am shadow, vulture, corpse, woman—all in one
Feeding on my own meat, enriching everyone
Absent of my own skin, the pain has just begun
For Justin Bordner's Death Shadow contest
Never touch never see
nor posess must be free
everliving and deathless
not from above or below
yet it exists,all humans know
subsistent through purgatory
unremittingly is its truest form
P unchbowl of literature
O ffering gifts of
E loquence and rhetoric
T his emancipation of candour
R evitalized in common goals when
Y ielding seeds of open-mindness
S pecifications spontaneously unshackled
O pression outlawed; this is indeed the
U nreservenly unremittingly
P alace of purposefulness!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Extending far beyond the darkest night
Passing through deep gullies and narrow holes
Sweetly impairing him from deep within
Cry of a shattered soul echoing miles away
Within a cold glass-room, helpless
Spiraling deep down into despair
Spent days, heartless, locked in blankness
Eyes of a shattered soul feeble with unrest
Once there existed a heaven
And warmth of divine affection
Now surrounded by walls of fear
Frozen mirror appears reflection-less
Pushed off from the highest peak
Landing down heart first
Faster, deeper, as pain grows unremittingly
But there seems to be no end
Raging sky, pouring fire
Rumbling with immense might
The journey is impossible
Every drop burns like those memories created
The door of solitude before his eyes
And that is the only way the road follows
There is no turning back
Every escape has been burnt
So when I stood here and gave you everything
I really never asked for anything, nothing
Yet, you pushed me down the cliff
What is it that I missed?
The Winter Rose has faded and left with nothing but burning scars…
It was not expected, this diversion. Being uncommon of a type
And truly off the beaten track; the windscreen wipers wipe
Away the sheets of marmalade rain unremittingly,
Their sweeping swipe at drizzled prisms swept incessantly.
The sun, it emerged, again without expectation. Light fractured cloud
Sparkling off the bonnet of the car; the rays avowed
To turn the moisture into steam, and did so spectacularly,
The haze and mist ploughed the fields of density.
She was picked up on the hard shoulder. Somewhere north of despair,
I recall, and hitched a ride beside me; the rain still glittered in her hair,
And her eyes the shade of bluebells fluttered beautifully,
Her cheeks so fair, lips the pinkest, moistest frames of destiny.
I had given hope a vacant backseat. Yet the road’s adverse camber can shift,
Can tilt and alter time and travel; and though the king of drifting may still drift,
Fractional increments serve to lift directional gravity,
So one correction of the wheel reacquaints with love’s vitality.
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