Eduard Manet au cafe
a typica scene of his day
Plum Brandy* for a 'happy-hour' gal
a 'break' in her nearsst 'locale'
Categories:
xxi, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
ten feet away
from the woman with sunken,
tired eyes, sifting through her coupons
a crumpled dollar bill
is flattened against a man’s
paint splattered, sun-stained jeans.
he walks out, pockets lined with possibility,
she walks out with a stooped back.
the automatic door slides open
for the both of them all the same.
Categories:
xxi, life,
Form: Free verse
It was such a fight I did not expect,
she didn’t know the strength of intellect;
Fable was bent on controlling my mind
there’s no way that was how I was designed;
Every dark thought with intention to pelt
I began to push like she’d never felt;
Surely she would know by the return force
if this continues I’d attack the source;
The thirst inside belonged only to me
it’s a good idea to leave it be;
I was still a bit of an amateur
but I knew that she was on Decatur;
I’d find her before any time had passed;
Try it one more time it will be the last.
Categories:
xxi, dark, emotions, horror,
Form: Sonnet
Testing each other's faith
At an open window—the air is still,
People seem dead with indifference,
And yet—the world breathes heavier
Hearts thumping in rhythm
To each other,
Hands clasping so tightly,
The view at large is a future we fear
Honor is seen in companionship,
Yet disgust is seen in those
Who live in solitude—choosing
Peace over miserable compromise
We promise to protect our loved ones,
Yet we fail to make promises
To preserve and encourage
Ourselves!
2.21.20
Note:"We are torn apart and yet we are alive...in the New Golden Age..." - Keane, New Golden Age
Weak Spots is taking a little turn. I feel that we romanticize union so much, yet we fail to give honor and acknowledgement to those who carry their lives without companionship. There is beauty and peace in a solitary life. There is deep love and strength in a single life apart from another.
What do you think of this?
~Laura
Categories:
xxi, beautiful, character, conflict, courage,
Form: Romanticism
hope ain't a pored plague - sassy spell:
gaunt gullible on craving etched
tamed time trailing hampered boul'vard
felon fate fostering farts
hope is not a pruned parable:
smothered syllables, numbed nimble
sumptuous sway, damp denotation,
throbbing theme, fallible fusion
hope is everything but folly:
lanky laziness, marred merry
hibernated will, wanky wish
dark dribbles, cursed confetti drips
hope ain't the offshoot of ling'ring
it's effort's wait on victory.
'20:06:14:11:46
Note: of hampered hope.
Categories:
xxi, hope,
Form: Sonnet
Pluma,
A tip so delicate, so smooth, so sweet
caressing blank pages of my need
indelible,
creating tattoos of trust
thrust
where blood flows
you save me
with feathers of flight/delight
as I surrender over to you
my soul
unedited
predestined
written
our book of love
promises yet to be made
on pages clean it's told
"she came in like the wind
no need to aspire
the darkness had followed
but I only saw fire
her crimson had bled
from the seas aching call
not known where or to whom
these tomorrow's would fall
storm after storm
the battles did brew
but I only saw light
in all she would do
my achors they dropped
I now swim in your trust
basked in a thought
promised as much
echos resound
this much heeded note
passion set sail
on these waters we float"
and hence we fly
into arms and into hearts
worlds apart
so far but ever so near
Categories:
xxi, love,
Form: Romanticism
SONNET XXI
GRATITUDE
For He is Good
His Mercies endures forever.
Days have turned to Weeks,
Weeks to Months and Months counting.
Redemption we yet anticipate
This Land of Misery and many Chaos
His Mercies endures forever.
Difficult, Frail and Unpredictable, we’ve journeyed
Of his Goodness and Mercies, we’ve had plenty
Though we’ve had the odds too,
Summarily, here’s our Testimony
His Strength has carried us,
His Grace has been more than enough,
His Mercies forever endures.
@MAY 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
Categories:
xxi, absence, adventure, africa, education,
Form: Sonnet
Donald's faithful to his red star
Putin loves the Don from afar
Bizarre it may seem
It's been Vladimir's dream
To have an American Tsar
Categories:
xxi, betrayal, career, dark, evil,
Form: Limerick
Ever since the hour when first we met
your dearest memory my silhouette
the face of my greatest triumph
enamored by the pleasant elation
‘twas the brush of your skin
which fostered a phenomenon
Before a generation
We conquered centuries with ease
Ever seeking to discover the genesis
‘twas love set anew
Categories:
xxi, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Verse
It was two ways to go
And two ways we went
The tears they wrung from us
Until gape the cracked faith wide
The blood we surrenderd to the dust
War is a battle between opposing sides
A contention of beliefs
A fight for wrong subjugated to right
The root of evil is the relentlessness of might
Two ways to go
But only one tell of victory sweet.
Those days in nineteen thirty eight foretold
Like a flickering finger on the wall
One day we would starve ourselves
Of hatred and forget
The blemish and blemish the British left
Like a flagpole without the jack overthrown
The comeing of the black green and gold
The coming of a bellyful of peace
Ladled idleness and the death of myth
The lingering beginning of war
So different from we knew
When the sugar corchy blew.
Categories:
xxi, political,
Form: Free verse