She's two fish swimming
in opposite directions
and physically incapable
of answering my questions
always on the stick's wrong end
yet not to harp or carp
but I'm forever on the opposite
that which is pointed sharp
would I enquire of the right one
it's the left natator who replies
with something unrelated
from out of yonder wild blue skies
and not knowing which will respond
altho' I have my theories
with only what makes sense to me
is how I phrase my queries
but as none have even been addressed
it's become a chore &/or task
I could give in let her win
and evermore simply shouldn't ask
Let bygones swim to the sea
Of nauseate of forgetfulness
Remember no more scars to see
That makes life go through loneliness.
The world open up its petal
To people who love romance
Dear Cupid arrows fierce fatal
Failed love to rectify perchance.
The wind call people to dance
Change path to wayward destruction
Strong willingness a must chance
A good topic for life's discussion.
Be flexible with your decision
On matters between life and death
Wisdom of old gives good persuasion
Resulting trial to the brink of fate.
" Often in the recourse of time
is an eternal Eden wherein the abiding are in the liking of a burning star, drifting afar beyond the restraints of trying burdens, that are no more to be lived as a dissolving mist thats met it's end, gone but always in the quering mind of the living."
Alfredo Gonzales ©
Human being, a bundle of abundant emotions: Positive and Negative.
Choose it wisely......By Poet
A LIFE CYCLE: ENDLESS EMOTIONS
A smooth transition of emotions
From one stage to another one
From teeny-weeny to young age
Then adulthood to old age.
Infancy
Squeals with delight
Screech, scream, shriek with might
Bubbly and jolly
With full ETERNAL energy.
Young
Playful and carefree mischief
Cementing EVERLASTING friendship
Creating nostalgic memories
Wonderful ENDLESS queries.
Adulthood
With INFINITE ideas and aspirations
And a tinge of BOUNDLESS inspiration
With LIMITLESS solutions
Execute to make it happen.
Old age
BOTTOMLESS pool of love and experience
Lively, UNBROKEN spirit and patience
Contented and happy well-being
Strengthening the pillar of human being.
THIRD PLACE
Date: 8 JUNE,2021
Writing Prompt - Endless - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
ShalI ding the past on the ears of air?"
I asked the crescent Moon just to be fair;
And as She beamed her please to me,
I knew that I must set it free.
"Shall I ding my secret on water's ears?"
I asked the stars in thought of ponder;
And as they wink their gleams to me,
My lonely heart agloo with glee.
"Shall I entomb Our memories to Lethe?"
I asked my mind on deep reminiscent:
My mind said 'yes';but heart said 'no',
It's a quarrel between the two.
"Shall I have my Amoret again?"
I asked the beggar like I'm insane;
"Live in fairytales", he laughed and said,
"Then you'll find the One that GOD had made."
Then I asked the Almighty God:
"Am I free to choose a love?
Can I know who's the One you've made for me,
That I could start loving her today?"
Then the God smiled and replied:
"You poor creature seek the love,
Yet you are young to pamper it;
I am the God, and so you wait."
Do you hear the hillbilly truck driver singing,
while the Black man's driving the slapped low ringing
in the background and you say I'm rigid in my points-of-view,
but these dead seem to still hold their sway over you?
Do you think the tree is white, too, remember
our perennial cure, the yard quitting its slumber,
so do things like flowers mean a thing anymore anyway,
like these mums that are wilting away on the tray?
Did the nurse put down the remote on the table
out of reach I am sick of the daytime babble
and your sour-faced glower that might steer me clear of a fray
or chance asking what might put you out of your way?
His questions came out of nowhere as if now and here,
I stood on a wooden bridge in the middle of somewhere,
Yes, it was here and now that his power and pride rose,
Against the vulnerable circle of life living another century.
He asked me about the twelve months of our short year,
I answered with alphanumerical equations signifying nil,
Yes, short but nothing of great importance for his likes,
To him life and death are but particles of grains of sand.
He asked me about twenty four hours and a day’s misery,
Rather rhetorical, or that what it seemed for I was silent,
Yes, hours of rhetorical movements of his limbs on lands,
And slaves of the fields invade this little wooden bridge.
Wednesday, 1st of June 2011
Religion, faith expression
Who says they're the truth?
Are they saved?
Priests, nuns lives in chastity
Drafted from teachings?
Are they holy?
Money collections on church
Upright or unfair?
Can you tell?
Kneeling praying fervently
Heart's honest and pure?
Try to gauge?
BY:
olive_eloi
03/26/2014
3:11 am
CONTEST: QUINZAINE CONTEST
SPONSOR: Dr.Ram Mehta
10th place
Absent in this patience
This disconnected sigh
Where I can know the endless
And where I endlessly design
The comfort of resistance
Rebellious foresight
Where crosses bring you comfort
Because you crucify the light
And I am all but changing
The gathering of days
Where I am all I can be
Though there’s nowhere left to stay
Teach me of your reasons
Tell me why you cry
The silence comes before you
The connections fall to lies
Awaken what you wanted
We see the fall of truth
Where I will disconnect it
And show you all the proof
Awakening in patience
The questions in our hearts
Where everyone can end it
And we know just how it starts