history scatters its seed Into coming generations A bickering people In bloodied lands Splitting forth injustice of aggresors Annihilation of humaneness The folly of greed Leering at innocence An adulterated energy Unbound by shame who will take to task? who will you take to task? Under a violent sky People drown in Bankcruptcy The devil is the auditor He oozes green The world hears his anthem Peace is a lost cause?
Carrying blossoms scent On wet arms A moist current Bedewing floral brooks Gurgling, gushing acqua An ambrosial shower Deliquescing, delighting senses A redolent zephyr Rubbing tree tops Curling wrinkled leaves Wafting through chimneys Carrying savory odors Tingling, reawakening yearnings Drenching and enveloping Charging the atmosphere With sparkling, virgin crystals Dewy and dancing gleefully Carried by the breeze Tumbling through shrubbery Cascading through soil As water swishes A cooling mist rises Enfolding the landscape In a glistening mantle Of gleaming greenery.
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Well, I'll be damned With a swift kick in the soul God created woman In the rib of Adam, Eve was planned Pieces not fitting, God left a hole An obedient toy to woo man. Eve's taste for apples, blamed for the fall Poor Adam, a victim to her insidious plot Woman, now a synonym for original sin. She's in a no win win situation A catch 22 persuasion For a sin,no known demarcation Are we all set for damnation? As Sodom and Gomorrah, poor Lot His wife showed her salt, a sinner imbued Too stupid to listen when instructed to. God made woman He forgot they were human too The devil still asking his due The sword of Damocles hanging ovr her head She has satan himself in her bed. But these rag dolls have more than meets the eye As men falter to meet the crease in her thigh Blame cast for the rights made wrong. There are two kinds of hell Two lands to dwell The human hell Living inside eggshells The human dead hell Dying inside a prison of fleshy cells From frying pan to fire, we dwell. I hear the devil laughing. Though God made woman servant of man A snake brought a change to the plan Its venom runs in our veins Evil creeps untamed Burning sights, burning hearts Desperate search for that one peace. For a Madonna, a Mary, or a commonplace whore The fall of man was just another chore These dolls are not just toys They are darkness and light The power of her flower, are the wrongs made right... The devil still has the last laugh. #epic
my quill spells my soul sensations of the spirit that which makes me whole my ink trails a rendezvous a pursuit of paradise.. i venture deeper embracing my emotions seeking language resolving my lust for writing my soul's sojourn into me... #tanka
you make the
stars come out …
I pluck them
and wear them
in my eyes
I bleed shyly into a chalice that holds my heartbeat: sonnet of life that binds the breathtaking balance of reason, I go through the tradition of sweet mayhem; the ardor of intuition, as poems illuminate laws of love embellishing eros breathing in the exotic of inquisitive senses... even as sorrow seduces me in life's suspense the abduction of peace like a calumny.. searching for the impulsive power of a poet's passion embracing candor emotions confirm sanctity of my sanity in an ocean named odyssey I consume starlight I touch aurum.... #vers libre
poetry torments my heart poetry conceals my pain i put my pain on paper ink soaks up my tears #dodoitsu