Posts Tagged ‘wisdom
06
Feb
21
Coded Messages
14
Nov
20
Poet’s Mask
Hidden behind the poet’s mask of nom de plume
Purpose being: the reader to assume,
The words written, are not to presume;
They are of the author’s suffering, loves, or doom
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This device to severe any personal tie
To salacious nature of subject that might imply;
Guilt of connection, that might belie;
Merit of reason- the poem written, is meant to cry
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A work of fiction then one could conclude:
Artificial circumstance, or meaning to extrude?
Not in the least: it is mere device,
Exercised to protect from guilt of vice.
29
Sep
18
To a life borne
Here I am found behind locked door
To a life I swore to be no more
But, what has been gained, is lost
It is to moments of life, the cost
Hidden by the shadow of what was
For no reason, just because
Movement of time has given to dictate
What will be, not given, but to take
Forlorn is the cause de jour
Not to be exposed, but demurred
Reason for last chance to find remedy
To a life borne to hardship and calamity
01
Apr
15
Affirmation
Becoming lost to the magic of written words
Shrewdly made to amuse, others to disturb
Absorbed by their meaning, being consumed
Ignoring distractions, obstacles to attention, that loom
A transfixing story that weaves a scrutable tale
Transporting to nether worlds, excitement to prevail
A tome’s obsession taken to ignoring the fading light
Eyes strained, avoiding and having to make it right
Constructed passages that make emotions rise and fall
Words cleverly composed to melody, heard by all
This mystical and wondrous gift to story’s creation
Becomes testament to a writer’s life – affirmation.
06
Sep
12
The Chosen
My mind anchored in the soil of reality
Yearns for its uprooting from this domain
Broad and wide the search to the answer
Presence of its promise by witness to others
Given the wisdom to its seeing, a gift to behold
But not from words can it be told
Floundering on this plain of mortality
Desperate to enter the light of its knowledge
Yet left feeling dismayed, not being of the chosen few
Those who have `eyes’ to its seeing,
Ears to hear its call,
Wisdom to know its reading,
Before death to incarnation, takes its toll.
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