girl Friday met marvelous right-hand-man
they fell in love and hatched an elope plan
both wanting to be the quintessential number one
neither acquiescing to the other, not a lot of fun.
they broke up, forever, Darcy Lynne and Dan.
Both wanting to be the right-hand man
Fabricated coast, they arranged a brigade
Aggregated to oppose, braving the waves
Saturated stones, awaiting decay
Exaggerated to juxtapose,
The real contained by the fake.
Professing control, they replaced the coast
Repressing the flow, sustained only to erode
Acquiescing the blows, an unstable repose
Depressing the both, the wave and the stone.
Wealthy anthro-supremacists
do not grow healthy
Earth climaxing climates
So too,
Earth's optimal health cultures
currently predict
massive
unmediated
anthro-mortality
So too,
to a monoculturing sociopath,
whether person
or corporation
or national federation,
intent on coldly acquiescing to ecocide,
What remains of proper poetic
and dignified distinctions noetic
between civilization
and civil war?
What remains of integrity's
healing bicameral balance,
educated
informed
reformed
restored
to distinguish between
domestic health empowerment
and global corroding nationalistic wealth
through sacrificial violence?
Life
Deep into that darkness learning
Life is for everyone
The incentive seemed happy spurning
Everyone is for life
I crave the unswayed, unimpressed upbringing
My aliveness, I could not awaken
Life is for everyone
Everyone is for life
And the agelessness never debating
Life
I remember I was acquiescing, remembering
I crave the instructional, inviting impermanence, temporary
Ah, distinctly I was condoning, remembering
But in the fact that it was dripping, temporary
It was slipping, ripping, gripping!
Reneging and reneging with my virtuousness
Nowness - nowness - nowness!
That moment my soul grew lonely
Life is for everyone
The abandoned auteurism acquiring
Back into my memories moralizing
All my soul within me inspiring
Life is for everyone
The sleepless school sermonizing
Everyone is for life
Life is for everyone, life
4/11/19
The amethyst paeans of hyacinth
crest with a gust of butterflies
on the scent of orange blossoms
cascading to earth like snow flakes.
Blood-red geraniums blazon Spring's birth
not with a pulsing blare,
but the soundless blush
of love's ardent swoon.
Placid jade fronds drape,
acquiescing to silent bees
emerging from blond snapdragons
as euphoria of being exudes
from the garden's breathless murmur.
A misty fog dissipates with Dawn's first light,
yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
And a splendiferous sun slowly rises,
on this magnificent misty Autumn day.
By chance or happy happenstance,
I perceive an undertone of whispers.
Silks and satins rustle
in the breeze with their telltale flutters.
Perchance, an angel strayed from heaven.
My eyes are transfixed.
Her smile orchestrates our rendezvous,
into a symphony of love.
Her lips unlock mine with keys of desire
oblivious to sin or folly.
Curious tongues indulge in ecstasy,
acquiescing to passion's will.
Aroused, we succumb to naked flesh,
skinny-dipping in the pools of our eyes.
And synchronize our heartbeats with
the opus of our souls.
You grieve for Autumn, watching the leaves die,
and as emotional tears build, you cry.
For Fall becomes the harbinger of death,
watching the leaves die; you grieve for Autumn.
Autumn drapes the land in a scarlet shroud,
sensing Death is approaching; Summer cowed.
And acquiescing to Winter's command,
in a scarlet shroud, Autumn drapes the land.
You feel a chill creeping into your bones
as the wind moans with ghostly overtones.
And treading on remains of Autumn's kill,
creeping into your bones, you feel a chill.
When Winter arrives, snow softens the stage
for a vibrant Lady, not one of rage.
And guaranteeing that Nature survives,
snow softens the stage when Winter arrives.
You imbibe the diatribe,
quaffing the jibe for a bribe
to remain silent and acquiescing.
Struck mute to suit
your unfussed cowardice
in failing to speak up,
when you know the throng is wrong like you
to remain silent,
a seething flock in shock.
Inertia, inherent,
in the same inane inaction.
A man from distant lands
Celestial musings that you said to me
Still whisper gently in my memory
Reminding me of our heavenly kiss
Acquiescing to a pull of cherubic bliss.
Nothing has been the same since then
When under the moon we secretly met
For a union of our twilight dreams
Shining under glitter of stellar streams.
Moved by your supernal phrases
I opened the door of loving graces
Riding with you to ethereal places
Singing praises of romantic verses.
When moon so soon left evening sky
And winds shook up stormy clouds
I saw the retreating distant star
Urging you to exit before too long.
But you stayed put in drenching rain
Sheltering my frame without refrain
As we walked to a peaceful lake
Surrendering to love divinely ornate.
I knew you belonged to distant lands
When soon you left with moon and the stars,
Leaving behind your immortal vibe
Permanently bound with a seraphic tie.
January 4, 2018
Placed 1st: Strand Pick 7 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th in Impress Me premiere contest by Skat A
I watched a yellow butterfly
As it was slowly flitting
Among the garden's flowers
All the while that I was sitting.
It carefully proceeded
From the purples to the reds
While the blossoms, acquiescing,
Seemed to sigh and bow their heads.
Mother Nature is so thoughtful
Giving more than is her duty,
Filling flora with such nourishment
As well as all that beauty.
My heart's held hostage by three words,
Love, fear, and doubt share equal thirds.
And countless tears have wet the ground,
for love, once lost, is seldom found.
You know just how to make me cry,
and when you do, I want to die.
And yet, I swear my love is true,
my heart is closed to all but you.
You flip out again and again,
acquiescing to mounting strain.
And view love through a fog of lies,
where shadows deceive doubtful eyes.
Your sweet disposition turns sour
when fear starts exerting power.
And you treat me with such disdain,
anxiety feeds off my pain.
Do you regret your love for me
because I will not set you free?
But if you cared for me at all,
why would you want to see me crawl?
Here I stand, broken heart in hand,
stuck in emotional quicksand.
And my heart needs to know you care,
before it breaks beyond repair.
Amaju;
The pride and beauty of all days
In your innocent and unadulterated eyes
I have seen the age and immortality of the sun and the moon.
The incomparable blast of your unabated smile
Acquaints my heart with an acquiescing admiration
Indeed your beauty is priceless and devoid of sentiment.
BY: IKPESU PRINCE IGHO
Destiny’s Choices
Do we choose our destiny
or is fate a foregone conclusion,
an ever growing snow ball
an unstoppable collection
of snow flake moments
gaining momentum
conspiring to bury us?
Can we accept destiny’s fate
without acquiescing to it?
Rewrite upcoming scenes
with actions taken,
slalom at the edge
of fates fury, deny
destiny its choice.
If asked to choose our destiny
what would it be, how
would it unfold, where
would it take us, why
would we make those
destined choices?
4/17/2016
submitted to – Destiny or Choices – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Acquiescing to love's defeat,
you subdue sad feelings within.
For when passion's flame flickers out,
anxieties slowly begin.
Dominating reality;
bitter tears flow with brutal force.
And wash away the promises,
that kept your hopes and dreams on course.
The weight of betrayal hits you
with the force of a speeding train.
And you're left spinning in a trance,
oblivious to all but pain.
Fueled by half-truths and deceit;
your happy thoughts begin to ebb.
And soon, your vulnerable heart
falls victim to depression's web.
Your soul's susceptible to lies,
for love camouflages the truth.
And salvaging remnants of trust,
you shed the innocence of youth.
Acquiescing to its allure,
you surrender yourself to love.
And relinquishing innocence;
indulge in sexual pleasures.
Passion's flame ignites in your heart,
free of doubt, pretense, and deceit.
And desire sparks your libido;
fanning smoldering hot embers.
Sweaty bodies tightly entwine;
caught up in this moment in time.
And they experience feelings;
approaching pure exaltation!
Extraordinarily superb;
sex just keeps on getting better!
And like in a fantasy dream,
happiness and pleasure abound.
Sharing such intimate feelings;
movements are dually enjoyed.
And trust fuels hopeful hearts on
their journey of exploration.
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