What is a color
obstructed
What is a sonnet
untold
What is the price
of reluctance
Tainted in silver
or gold
What is the weight
of your damming
What is a blessing
unused
What is the lifespan
of choices unmade
Measured in freedom
— recused
(The First Book Of Prayers: July, 2025)
Belongings gain a sadder fate
Then we do, when we die
Their owners soul they can’t revive
As if they’re always late
To catch an eye, that now can’t see
To feel the touch, that’s gone
Belongings lay aside, forlorn
Green leaves on a felled tree
Must feel the same, before they fade
And wither in the wind
Belongings, thrown into the bin
Are waiting to be saved
Relatives of the owner choose
Some items, ain’t that sad
A few belongings of the dead,
They will remain unused.
His tiny baby shoes, as yet unused, sitting solemnly upon the bed,
Petite little pair that he never donned, the sum of a mother’s dread.
A sweet blessing from God, a bundle of love, and hopeful dreams,
But, life would take a devastatingly agonizing turn, or so it seems.
The sky-blue nursery, one time bustling with overjoyed anticipation,
Now stands useless, empty, devoid of laughter, in quiet desolation.
His binky, cradle, and toys, all untouched by tiny precious hands,
Now, tokens in a world where dreams, don’t always go as planned.
But hope springs eternal, and lost dreams may, at last, be found a new,
When tiny baby shoes, as yet unused, are seen from a heavenly view.
Life here on this earth is a journey, with many of its detours and turns,
And if sometimes she’s faced with heartache, a mother quietly yearns.
But, in her sorrowful cocoon of silence, there lies an uncommon grace,
God’s divine will and His gentle reminders of life’s unpredictable race.
Indeed, his tiny shoes shall remain unused; he will not return to them,
But, with God’s approval and infinite love, one day, she can go to him.
Cloud of apricot bloom
weary and drowsy
whenever our gazes collide
Your harbor has dark and dawn
rhyme in an ether-like cadence
Written: October 13, 2022
I pulled over my car to the side of the highway road.
And went to an inn to get my hunger satiated.
An old beggar woman raised her frail hand and bowed to me.
She was looking gaunt, bony and fully enervated.
I nodded my head to the woman to say,' Wait!'
Had breakfast; paid the bill; obliviously moved away
Planning about the essential chores I had to update
She harked back into my thoughts and I was shocked with dismay.
At once, I took a U-turn and went back to the food court.
Failed to trace her whereabouts; a feel of guilt and remorse.
"Where has she gone? Is she all right?" doubts sprouted in my heart.
It's a painful hoard lasted in my heart with a deep hoarse.
The crisp note which I wanted to offer the old lady
remained feeble in my leather wallet and lost its flair.
As time passed, it became dirty and dull with many folds.
And it remained as a haunting memory of despair.
Emotion picked - despair
Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date: 24-08-2022
Yes she did have a brain unused for so long
Nothing new knocks her head since ages
Every day and every single second is the same
Time moves by leaving her face dull and hair white
But it had no intention to touch her brain
It stops working since she entered to his home with a ring
It seems to continue till someone cover her body with white cloth
Unused parking lot
inspires another one
as urban sprawl
becomes the new normal
paper bag dances in wind
My cousin had such sweaty feet
I hoped with new socks they’d smell sweet
Much to my great chagrin
They’ve not been on his skin …
I’ve given up being discrete!
When I wore a peg on my nose
The topic of his feet arose -
To get rid of the stink
He washed them in the sink
With talcum they smell like a rose!
10-20-17
Nobody is afraid of unforeseen restraints
I use unused corners to keep my quiet complaints
By far the most despicable four letter word is fair
Because you don't see it, does not mean it's not there
Yes! Dust gathers everywhere you don't go
The Academy Awards yours, for your roll in the show
A movie about you surrounded by what you can't see
You have stolen the show, but still you won't leave
To you the bird chirps, to me the bird sings
You use unused corners for beautiful things
knowledge without execution's like beautiful unused gems in box
This Satanophobia makes me fear more
A jobless framework like a rust armour
From the arsenal of an old strong warlord
Surefooted to cut down a long strong rod.
Its an aframomum melegueta
Which its pungency hurts than a cutter.
Idleness; a caustic abstract worker
Bow in the hand of evil chief archer.
Seest thou an idle man; devil's abode
Activates arch injurious spirit mode
There, every evil venture was acted
To destroy good works that was created.
The master of mischievousness is good
At making an unused hand as his food.
He puts evil on an engage-less man
Like ao dai on vietnamese woman.
Ye idles away like a falling leaf
While others toil to earn a coin for beef
And ye rip off them of their hard labour.
An idle man, a devilish harbour.
I want a life with no regrets
one shiny, bright, and new
bereft of stains and rips and tears
untarnished and unused.
No dents or dings, not slightly worn
refurbished just won't do
I want a life with no regrets
and I want it minus you.
a tragedy strikes
biting my time,just waiting
they dont call me yet
Footprints
yet to be made
undo a pristine winter shore.
Nothing for neap tide to make undone
in a lorn quarter moon.
Do not dance me in shimmers off
moonlit incoming wake.
My hands are empty and yours
undrawn.
My feet are numb with tardy
and
Time
has shown itself
without pity.
Heartbeats are counted and written
in the Book.
Dear God, let them be mine.
Not yours.
Look at size,
From the atom,
To mountains,
To planets,
To galaxies,
We are aware,
Of a lot of spectrum,
But how much of it,
We can move and use,
Only a little,
Most of it is beyond,
And on a natural “refuse”.
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