Dear Romeo,
There is no time on the clock that does not hold your memory. There is always a breeze in the air that carries the essence of your presence.
The most pleasurable sight of my entire life is the lotus I have. My lord of life and love, I offer you my purest feelings, for they are the only treasure I possess—a collection of years, the purest of the pure and the sweetest of the sweet.
I have nothing but vivid images in which you looked so beautiful and soft, like a flower.
I cried hard, but love did not vanish into the sea of seven tears—neither the love from my heart nor the flame of you from my mind.
This Valentine’s Day, I am still waiting for you, this time far away in an unknown land.
My dear Romeo, a day will come when time shall turn, and I shall find you, for love never goes unrewarded.
In this city of temples, I will worship in every shrine for years, praying for our union. And I hope you will come from the city of trains.
May you glow more and more in the moonlight as you watch over my balcony.
My moon-like Romeo.
Categories:
unrewarded, addiction, art, betrayal, crush,
Form: Prose Poetry
Middle aged man in Docs,
vintage leather jacket and
grey haired pubes around his cock.
Ill fitting tour shirts rekindling a hazy past.
Barrowlands, The Bunnymen. Hammersmith Odeon,The Clash.
U2 at University pre Bono crawling up his own ****.
Danced and hugged on stage with Terry Hall,
arrested for d&d outside Bradfords Great Hall,
after watching John Cooper Clarke supporting The Fall.
Life reinvigorated by the post punk explosion,
no longer searching the NME gig guide,
but a Spotify recommendation.
or an even sadder email notification.
A pre gig meal opposed to a walk home pie in a barm.
Ear buds for the tinnitus and Bisoprolol to keep calm.
Heartbreak to watch the talent unrewarded,
by a government devoid of a cultural foresight.
Stifled opportunities
through Tory Brexit lies,
Allowing the corporations of Cowles and the EMI’s to
reap million upon million,
leaving the grassroots unnurtured, venues struggling to stay open.
Our greatest export,
an industry broken.
Categories:
unrewarded, depression,
Form: Prose Poetry
Nothing really ends alternately,
reversing the life story endlessly.
Dressing own life with a passionate dream,
comes the selfishness reincarnated as a being.
The dramatic flows comes to an end,
gap between them is so wide to paint.
remembering the story is so much to take,
forsaking the past as their story becomes a fake.
Categories:
unrewarded, deep, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
You wanted to be the savior in my story, the healer, the King.
The way I looked into you, full of mystery, but eager to fulfill the void I saw through you.
It was the dance with the unknown, intrigued
Intriguing you.. seeing thru but not understanding … not reading in between, but ignoring everything I was seeing.
Seeing the red but still laying in bed beside you
Hiding behind what I felt was love but an unhealthy connection
With unclear conversations
Unknowns, mysteries, and still misreading the voids.
Not the king.
Not the savior.
Not the healer.
To be discarded and unrewarded left with big disappointments
How can you hurt the lover - it wasn’t me.
I was just the filler. The filler to your mystery.
The filler to your void. The void of you using me to find you, the void to recreate you at the expense of me.. you, The king in my story.
Categories:
unrewarded, emotions, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Diligent, dutiful hands don't go unrewarded.
May 11, 2022.
Categories:
unrewarded, inspirational, work, writing,
Form: Monoku
The Judgement Day
The Shaking and quaking of earth, the splitting and blasting of heavens
The undeniable promise of the Lord shall happens
Unmounting of the mountains and outbursting of the fountains
The signs no one will question again
Impregnating the Pregnant earth and women
Happening of the irrefutable Event in Sudden
Every breathing soul and living beings as a whole
Meeting their fate , no way of escape from the Parole(One that is Promised)
Fleeing from the Brother, nursling kid and women
The man, nursing mother and the husband
Deeds or misdeeds however small it may be
will not be left unrewarded, indeed
That day the order of the Lord will prevail
Thine decisions , no one dare to rival(challenge)
The inequalities and injustice, will be equalized all
The idols of the infidelity will have a down fall
Muhammad Imtiaz
Categories:
unrewarded, allah, bible, death, judgement,
Form: Couplet
A voice on the phone from so far away.
A friend faces ruin. he's hit the wall!
He climbs into my head, hoping he may
find some little drawer of magic in all
our shared memories, or unexpected
door of insight opened to solve
his situation. It's an unrewarded
search in which we both clumsily devolve
into clichés and find ourselves tripping
over old patterns. I want to help
but just short of his condition am stepping
away in fear, with nothing to give but guilt
of my uselessness. So some bracing words,
and hope for better hide ominous chords.
Categories:
unrewarded, allegory,
Form: Sonnet
When will the last of your dictators die
So you can stop living a lie
To speak through God’s window
For the world your wisdom to follow
When will you start to shine
Like the gold and diamond you mine
Africa this day – lets be one commerce
Trade in love for one another and acceptance
When will your cultures evolve
So that our people can start to thrive
And all can listen to your brighter tomorrow
So we can be known for more than just our sorrow
When will more of your women get involved
So we can show humanity what it is to lead
When will their unrewarded toil
Allow them a share in the price of oil
When will we unite over borders we didn’t create
Because to the world we’re the same crete
When will we brand an optimistic lasting impression
Of Africa’s true, innovative and talented expression
When will we start to lead the way
Not just once a year on the 25th of May
But show interest in all that we do, we are everyday
When will Africa have a say, on Africa Day?
Categories:
unrewarded, africa,
Form: Rhyme
Broken wings,
I am dead inside,
these crooked things,
they bleed me out,...
was soaring high,
suddenly came crashing down,
i hope to die,
i shall never fly,.....
wasted love,
unrewarded care,
must let go somehow,what else can i do?......
oh heathen gods,
hear my plea,
strike me down,
and set me free,....
heaven or hell,
where ever i go,
so sweet my death knell,
freedom at last.........
Categories:
unrewarded, depression, sad,
Form: I do not know?
We live the life
pined with sores
battling the battle
in a defeated
hope
out of lacks
we've known
plenty of yawns
in a helpless
battle where
none prevails
but travail
the future of the
youth of the land
is but buried in
the arms of
corruption
we run,more
haste less speed
the ambitious
youth becomes
enslaved to
unrewarded
efforts
but clothed in
gowns of
discouragement
we want to learn
we want to read
we want to write
we want to
speak and be
heard
but the road to
learning is
blocked
by them that are
known by
godfathers
who shall lead
us by the hand
to cross this
ocean that
opens its mouth
wide
to swallow all of
our effort,all of
our zeal.all of
our enthusiasm
which hope lie
for us?
When shall we
know reward
for our efforts?
When shall
success
breakforth to
harvest us all
that searched
diligently?
When???
Categories:
unrewarded, society
Form: Free verse
no good deed goes unpunished
no bad deed unrewarded
just deciding which is what
the altruistic and the sordid
depends upon the angle of view
what an act is deemed to better
and who it might be bettered to
gain advantage, and who's the debtor
gray is life's chromatic scale
certainty colored by present perception
think our discernment to no avail
that may be our own self-deception
clarity is the provenance of youth
blurrier is wizened maturity's truth
© Goode Guy 2012-11-14
Categories:
unrewarded, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet
You will do it until it’s finished
You will carry out and bring it to completion
With unmatched power and incomprehensible ability
You will do it
You are not one who will let us down
And punish with unrewarded goals
Totally looking up to You Lord
Put our faith on You
Our heart trusts in You
To the goal that will be your doing
Your majestic hands
We will be relying on
Categories:
unrewarded, faith,
Form: Free verse
Small steps toward a brighter future
My legs bound by your tongue
Rub together
Like we used to
A large leap to the safe ground below
My eyes shut by your breath
Cry violently
Like they used to
Trembling hands
On the throat of a lion
Always pause
The last to leave
A building burned
Fulfills only the relieved few
While others wait for their happiness
Unrewarded
Why must we waltz around the flames?
Why must I congratulate my failure?
I must move on
But my legs are bound together
Categories:
unrewarded, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form: Free verse
So cold…black cold…old cold,
wind burns through the cars broken window
as it speeds down the black ribbon into the onyx night.
Tears of cold seep
from the corners of my auburn lashes.
The whoop, whoop, of passing phone poles
and the engines whirrrrr
force my lids to close lazily.
Street lights lemon blast them open
once too often and I whimper;
squirming to get at my thumb,
mittens leave me unrewarded.
So cold..my cheeks burn cold.
So cold…my nose runs clear.
Mother turns backward toward me,
purple in the dash lights flame wiping my face
with her frozen fingers;
plumping the blankets and tying my wool cap.
Father sings Sinatra songs
and clucks me under the chin at a stop.
“Baby needs a new pair of shoes!” He says.
Gambling that the flight from farmland
to M’Yorka would get all of us just that!
The prodigal son returns home.
Categories:
unrewarded, childhoodme,
Form: Narrative
We agree to grieve
against all inaccuracies
that you plant ,going awry all the time
to make us fall as preys to your planted ill fate
Your reddened eyes
will not frighten me my friend!
Your hard heart
and autumnal feel always –do--.
Practically you are a key doll
ready to play foul in some ones' hands.
Humanity is not there
to counter your criminal bent of mind
and you feel not faulty at your heart beats
when some of their hopes and desires
are soaked in blood –shed
showered by your splinter stricken bombs
Have you not heard the cries of a mother
Who lost her grown up children?
Have you not heard the bane
showered on you by the children
Who lost their bread earners?
all these will not go unrewarded
by a suitable punishment in days to come.
Let not your own people meet this type of ill fate
Today or tomorrow,in the similar kind of unhappy blasts
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Categories:
unrewarded, sympathylost, lost,
Form: I do not know?
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