Audience is abuzz.
Boldly,
Conductor emerges – black tux.
Draw
Ethereal patterns with baton– marv.
Flutes, trumpets, cellos, drums dance for me, for you.
Gentle, light…
Heavy and dark…the music evolves
Into something more meaningful, deeper.
Joyous – a tranq
Killing, temporarily, stresses – they stop,
Lost to the rhythms and harmonies. And so
Melodies salve our inner woes – a balm, a boon.
Notes are born, they mix, they fade. And I’m
Overawed by power wielded. I am making a musical
Peregrination. My task –
Quixotic hajj –
Round go I,
Seeking solace in this temple of sound (sigh).
Tonic for soul grieving,
Unable from pain to calm itself –
Veritably impossible –
Without help from song and chord.
Xing over…with music,
Yes, I climb…
Zenith bound, toward nirvana.
Desert Carnival
Yoga Phenomenal
Camel Fair
Valor Prayer
Harvest Festivals
Sea Surfing Technicals…
?
Winter starts
With ice, fine arts
Sunshine days blaze
With atmospheric haze...
?
Rainbow-colors poured
On earth-sky canvas as an accord
All five elements glitter.
As though no counterfeiter
Hillocks in immodest green
Present an ecologically rich scene
?
Thrill fills the zeitgeist
In the earth-weather tryst
?
Xing
Xanadu
I THANK* YOU, MY GOD, FOR YOUR:
Assuring attributes of authority
Blessing with benefits’ bounty
Calling along compassion-courage
Driving devoid of direction-damage
Enabling enthusiastic empowerment
Fortifying with faithfulness-fulfillment
Gearing along grace-guard
Hoisting with helpfulness’ herald
Instilling inspirational instruction
Justifying justice-jubilation
Keeping kindness-kinship
Loving along light-luster’s leadership
Moving with mercy’s might
Nurturing nourishment at night
Optimizing obedience-opulence
Performing power-prevalence
Quieting qualms of quitting
Restoring revival midst restful rejuvenating
Strengthening servanthood-skill
Training toward trials’ triumphant thrill
Upholding upon unwelcome uncertainty
Vanquishing victoriously every vanity
Winning thru Word’s worthy ways
Xing sins with ‘xamination ‘xcellence x-rays
Yearning for yielded yes-responsiveness
Zooming zeal to Zion’s zestfulness.
*Romans 1:8 ... I thank my God through Jesus Christ...
November 27, 2018
Abecedarian with Couplet and Alliteration forms
4th place, "A Personal Favorite Poem Written in 2018"
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 12/12/2018.
Back then I thoughT I was young and not clever
Crushing on you but now it seems like forever
If only I could but tell you the way I feel
Each time I smell that myristica fragrance from your perfume
My stomach got no choice but to catch butterflies
And it feels good kike the taste of Frontline fries
My heart, it beats rythmically like the sound of fontomfrom
Being played at Akwasidae till it is Awukudae
My brains go numb till the sound of Xing playing the guitar
Each time I look at you, I can but only imagine
The warmth of your lips against none but mine
Strolling the streets of Ayeduase your hand in mine
If only I could but tell you am in love with you
Wondering if your dad stole the stars to put in your eyes
But all I can see in your eyes is truthful lies
Poisons you will no longer have a grip on me.
I am free from your toxins that used to ail me.
I have discovered that life is more than a party.
I have found the things I need to pursue the happiness within me.
You will not win this time.
I won't give in.
I won't give in.
You will never win again!
Get out of my face with that mess, I digress!
This is not me calling it sober and xing up my skin.
Just a realization that the life of constant mind alteration is nothing but the weak part of you trying to take hold and never let go.