Wilfully Poems

Spring Arrival

How the birds chitter chatter and the church bells ring.
Daffodils fill the graveyard and are picked by passers-by.
Families attend the spring fair where a florist sells arrangements.
The chided children are guilty of picking flower petals but are
Pacified by their parent’s sternness by partaking in a Spring dance.

Dancing deer dart away out of view in the village field.
Freshly hatched chicks are made victims of the foxes.
But not before the farmers so threaten their temptation by 
A gunshot or two.
Another Spring rainfall, the grass greener and greener still.

Dogs are walked in the woods where children accompany wilfully.
They attend church with holy communion and in his honour bread and wine is consumed. 
In his remembrance of his resurrection, it is such a ritual, and they are thankful for his offering.

Always to remember

Always to remember

Stillness, silence marks the day
Where out in the fields bodies did decay
Row upon row of entitled tombs
A baby was once in her womb
Always to remember

The sky ablaze, succumbing to smoke
Into the earth, blood did soak
Pitiless players in the night
Who would return to fly his son’s kite
Always to remember

We did fight unfanciful, all the same
The devil’s unsanctimonious game
Until the bitter bloody end
Over the trench, more troops they did send
Always to remember

Shot in a merciless way
Man upon man in a bloodbath they lay
Crows did swarm the defeated field
Neither side wanting to yield
Always to remember

Woefully but wilfully poppies worn for the respected occasion
To church for the service without much persuasion
Over the top, but with the last gunshot
The fighting did stop
Always to remember

Death of an artist

“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh
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Well aware of art, seeing star-lit, deep-blue sky
High above the ripples of Rhine
A delicate one chose a brush to bring it down
to a canvas, working with hues
painting stars and man-made yellow jets of city lights
descending to green reflected blaze, reflecting
not stars, but brutal city-lights
Two human figurines stroll love in the foreground

Gogh's sensitive symmetry gave
half the canvas to earth, other half to the sky

Deceptive tastes of fickle world
Failed artistic symmetry, Failed gentle artist
Stealing sky above Gogh's fixed gaze
Mortals took too long a time to appreciate
Starry Night Over the Rhône

Tired Gogh's 37 year old hands
Wilfully shot his sympathetic genial heart
Hands that never quivered even
While painting water, shivered at uncertainty
Rushed to find peace below brown earth

Marionettes

Here, have a spectacle.
As suspected it's devoured in manner so predictable.
Still hand reared, full force fed all poison is delectable 
Consumed, perpetual puppet shows punch drunk and dependable.
As long as you are at the other's throats you're indefensible.
We thank you all for losing, such an effort is commendable.

Oops, another table scrap.
Shackled to the catalyst you don't shy from the strap.
Push or pull it matters not, either ways a trap.
Keep those hands around those necks, wilfully you snap.
Very good, aren't you clever climb onto my lap.
You look tired but you're not awake so haven't earned a nap.

Ranting

If this present development dosen't partake of the wanted anticipation of the wilfully needy
There maybe and expression of discontent for what they've been told what to anticipate. 
I hunger not what I'm thirsty for and wish not for what i want
I deny not what I withhold and willingly curse what I claim
I picture that I selfie myself alone in a crowd
And I fill my cup till it is half empty
My expectations are my own as others are determined by their overseers 
No truth shall ever come to those who allow themselves to be told when they're free.

A Remarkable Caricature

I am praying for an eternal silence,
Your loudest move is just another offence.
I have been open to you for the longest period,
The interpretation you want to pursue is just making you an idiot. 

I have never been so close to a clown,
I have never felt so wilfully drowned,
I cannot express the audacity to call you an unthinkable pride,
I cannot have the gratitude to be your undying guide. 

I want to lead a life of the fullest norms,
You are just an unknown necessity that I have always seen in silly worms.
You are full of loquacity,
I am nothing to your pertinacity. 

You want to judge the desecrated smile of Monalisa,
I want you to draw a similar structure on your countenance.
Everyone might be perplexed,
I don't want you to be suppressed. 

You might not be a cenotaph of the transparent authority,
I don't want you to be that bargained mendacity.
I want you to walk through a thousand rivers,
To me, this river Life is nothing but a remarkable caricature.

A Mere Equilibrium

I want to live and die at the same time,
In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime.
I pray for the grotesque fame,
None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game. 

In this asylum, I live a lie,
The river Life is nothing but a gridlocked tie.
I want to be alive until I don't want to survive,
This phase is not my only witless dive. 

Is this asylum true, or just a gruesome illusion?
I want to bring back my vision.
I don't want to live in this ponderous loneliness,
I don't want to die until I wilfully confess. 

This asylum is full of savage desires,
I want to submerge myself in my obligations.
The river doesn't want to join the ocean of dark necessities,
The meander is coming closer to my pertinacity. 

True wisdom lies in my shadow,
Until it stays in my favour.
For centuries, I have penned the tales of this asylum,
I am nothing but a mere equilibrium.

Hotaru's Heartbeat

Fluttering fireflies 
Above the creek baited sly
Hoodwinked in high skies

Genji's ruthless ruse 
Foiling Hotaru's scheme
In summer rains' reprise
Pattering musical notes 
On screen to wilfully tease
Dark nights dashing dream
Fireflies sparking muse

Unveiling the radiant allure
Of Tamakazura's fair silhouette
Smitten Hotaru pens love pure
A waka to win her heart yet 

Hear Hotaru's heartbeat
In relentless petition
Seeking solemn retreat
In love's glorious rendition

An Ode To My Cot

Oh, dear Cot, you have supported me steady
From my days of infancy to senility
All through life you are my close buddy, 
In unrest, it is in you I seek tranquillity. 
Sprawling on your chest, to what all places I wander
To dream’s never- never land where I gleefully meander

Whenever I long for a relaxing nap
Like a host, you wait for me with all hospitality
When darkness descends, invariably I come to your lap
And you wilfully extend your warm cordiality
You are a close companion and a loving friend
I cannot tell, with you, how much of my time I spend

Both in the mundane regularity of daily life
And in sickness and ill health, you are dearly cherished
After a day’s tedious toil, you give me instant relief
Thus, in umpteen ways, your presence is greatly relished.
Of all other furniture that make a house a home
You are the most valued in your quadruped form 

March.4. 2023

~ Placed Second~

Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser

What Are We

Why do we?
Why do we watch our brothers and sisters suffer, why do we watch them starve and bleed?
Why do we watch our planet burn, our nature turn to defend what we destroy so intentionally, so wilfully?
Why do we?

Why?
Why do we make our brothers and sisters suffer, why do we develop science to make them scream?
Why do we destroy our nature, why do we make our planet bleed?
Why do we?

What are we?
What is wrong with our species that it won’t learn from its mistakes, won’t learn from its history?
What is love, given to us for one-another, this super power we all own but dictate who’ll receive?
What are we if we aren’t the species of love for all of humanity?

What are we?

The Poems I Never Wrote

“Time waiting to be inspired is time wasted. When inspiration throttles your neck, go to your desk”- By Poet


With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank
When I sit down to write poems,
From topic to topic, my mind roams.

But nothing comes to spark off a rhyme
Often, I feel the words do not chime
Today I sat down to write something
And ended up conjuring nothing

No thoughts came up to stir my brain
And no topic I found save my strain
But I wasn’t wilfully ready to give up
And waited impatient for my mind to clear up

I don’t know how long I sat in meditation
On waking up I got a fresh direction
I must wait and need to be really inspired
And poems can’t be squeezed out uninspired 

The sun had gone out of sight
The moon was beautiful and bright
It was already growing late
And I put off my futile fight


October.8.2022

The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest
Sponsor-craig cornish

Our Page In History

This page in our history will not read too well in the future. 
Tomorrow’s scholars will sigh and balk when they try to argue or justify. 

Great minds of the future will not understand how we allowed this to happen.
They’ll see them as criminals but look at us and just wonder why.

A thousand years is nothing in the history of this planet. A thousand years will soon go by. We’ll be gone and cast into the winds of history. But our page in history will always be there for others to see the lies.

Will we be remembered as the generations of fools who let this happen? 
Will we be remembered as the ancestors with cowardice eyes? 
Will we be remembered as the ones who burned all of our bridges? 
Will we be remembered as the weakest of our kind?

We let them destroy our economy.
Our bonds with our brother nations cut for greed and conceited pride.
Our people dying all around us. Our children wilfully subjected to starvation. A nations pride died through our eyes.

Our page in history should be written on a black background with small white words telling of the lies, deceits and failures of small white minds.

Creepy Shadows

Dark creepy silhoettes
Wearing human faces
Unfeeling faces crawl
But human till they are

Existence has robbed 
Them of them of love
Hurt now is  their way
Others they hurt too..

...They cover their faces
How could they do that
We never saw the evil...

They do wilfully forget
It takes a healthy clan
To nurture to bring up
The caring angelic ones

Rule Making :: Lira

   

Rule making  (Poetic Form :: Lira) 
(In Most Common Rhyme Form)

Rules undefined wilfully,
Keeping in ambiguous form much preferred.
Interpret differently.
Use such words those are unheard.
Keeping in ambiguous form much preferred.
~x~x~x~


Rule making (Poetic Form :: Lira) 
(In Alternate Rhyme Form)

Each rule is meant to follow 
Imagine ways how one can break them freely.
Check on rule breakers also.
Imagine ways how one can break them freely.
Strictly enforce the basics
Normal course what one does, should be the basis.
~x~x~x~

Taken, Possessed

"Taken, Possessed"



I’d kiss those scars
Trace them with my warm breath
All the way up both paths
To where King Stamen stands erect and
Star tipped towards my shining jade moons dark lit
Kiss him where a glistening pearl drop
Waits wet and haunted
Ready to be mesmerised 
Sibilant and silent he whispers
Lay it upon me
And so too, 
I grant that wish, 
he's wilfully taken 
Scars in his mind 
dissolving kissed in kind
his crown now all mine

He now reigns me in,
My Blue Sky

Possessed

(LadyLabyrinth/2020)




"Haunted" / Beyonce
https://youtu.be/PpA57LU8Z1A

For "My Blue Sky"
https://youtu.be/fO4OkwNEid0

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