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Doorways are things of beauty
An obstruction to conquer
A necessary tool for the poet
to explore and prosper* ...
Copyright February 12 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The baker made a comment on the coconut cakes layers
The artist was enthralled with the flakes on top , referring
to them as being a winter scene ..
The engineer took notice of the glass cake plate with its
intricate etching and overall design
The mathematician gleefully broke the dessert into imaginary
sections
The poet grabbed the cake with both hands and devoured the
two pieces without reservation* ..
Copyright February 11 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved


I see you every moment
Within and around me
Still why my eyes are
Searching for YOU?

Oh kind blessed BELOVED of mine
My soul is seeking your touch

I wish an auspicious 2017
Greetings for my BELOVED

May be it was not our destiny
To cross roads last year 2016
Let us hope for change in 2017

I've sent my Greetings to my BELOVED
I am waiting for the miracle to happen

Even the heart of the earth
Even the spirit of the ocean
Even the soul of the sky
Are cracking listening to
My plight of LOVE
I pray my LOVE
Touches your soul

If it was not in our fate in 2016
Let LOVE be our destiny in 2017

I know that for my BELOVED
There is no in-equality
There is always rights - human rights
A fight for empowerment of LOVE
Everyone who shows LOVE
Is tendered with grace, kindness & care

To whoever my BELOVED touches
Will live thereafter in peaceful calm

I know I am very far from my BELOVED
From the aura of BELOVED'z magic

Someone come, tell & show my LOVE
To my BELOVED and
Grant me a relief from my despairs
I live compelled by sadness of
Time cycle of days & nights
Everyone is allowed to see BELOVED'z
Flowers except me,
Why I've been given thorns to walk on?

BELOVED, you know it all, so
What else I should say to YOU?

Just give me a sign from there
My stars sparkle due to your benevolence
Like a mother-baby,
It is not good to keep
Us separated for long

You know I am ready to exchange
Even my life for your sake

I wish an auspicious year of 2017
To everyone

Oh my BELOVED
May be it was not our destiny
To cross roads last year 2016
Let us hope for better in 2017





Who am I?

I am your mother
I am your father
I am your sister
I am your brother
I am your daughter
I am your son
I am your aunt
I am your uncle
I am your niece
I am your nephew
I am your friend
I am your colleague
I am your mentor
I am your teacher
i am your disciple
I am your devotee

But I am NOT your husband

Then, Who am I?

I am "YOU" who became YOU
I am "I" who is YOU

Who am I?

I am your LOVER
Your AGAPE LOVER




Who cast this magic
that doesn't let me get wet
even when it rains

Who cast this magic
That doesn't **** me
Even after I have died

Who will be able to tell why
I am not moving
Even though I am walking

Who will be able to tell why
I am not living
Even though I am alive

Is it a lightning or is it a breeze
Is it the sun or the moon
Or is it the flowers and the birds
I am being tormented
without understanding
What's happening to me

Is it a beautiful color of LOVE or
A cruelty of fate
That is playing in my life

Sometimes it is a thing of kindness
Sometimes it is a thing of cruelty

Sometimes it is a thing of tears
Sometimes it is a thing of joy

My eyes refuse to close and
want to announce the entire world,
The silence feels like a lullaby
During day LOVE is caring like a mother
During night it harasses like a monster

During day LOVE is seeking you like a DOTING father
During night it caresses me like peacock feather

This situation of losing my way
with out losing never stops

This situation of losing my mind
Without going mad never ends

LOVE follows you with out ever
letting you go,
but you won't be able to see it

This thing that kills
without killing must be TRUE LOVE
It is a ANGEL that lives within me
without giving any warning
I feel something drilling
inside me that must surely be PURE LOVE

Now I see my soul being shattered
That must be ETERNAL LOVE

Who cast this magic
that doesn't let me get wet
even when it rains

Who cast this magic
That doesn't **** me
Even after I have died

It must be TRUE LOVE


A trillion lights bid hasty reflection
The bowed following preordained paths to
cardboard suburbia , under jet fuel rain , gnashed
in misery , some oxycontin follower , worshippers of Herod , rock ***** payback in five dollar denominations
A trick , a spittle of ***** in a ladle drawing gold from a coat pocket
Like a child's first snow , the learners license , naked in city lake
Kings with chewed teeth , bottom feeders in search of a vein , convenient Christ for **** and Jane , peanut butter for crustless sandwiches and taxed brains
Anarchy dreams , Presidential schemes , Syrian children burnt beyond
recognition , American pregnant teens , what would Jesus do ?
He's left us to our own devices* ...
**** Be gentle with me .. My first foray into spoken word poetry ***
Copyright February 7 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
My name's Aine,
I'm just two,
I'm not nearly old as you.
I can't even tie my shoe.
But today,
All by myself
(OK, I had a little help),
But I sat on my *****
Just the same,
And peed and pooped
Like it's a game.
Tomorrow, I think,
I'll do it again,
In my velcro shoes.
Don't you wish someone would write an ode when we crap?
Perhaps a scatonnet.
We're deep to our waists
In February;
Trees look like a geriatric pool-fitness class,
And the grass,
Sparse as the bobbing skulls.

      I heard a lone Canada goose overhead,
     The V has left the others for dead;
     And a gray pall covers all
     With winter's threadbare spread.

The alarm is set,
The time is right,
The season's snug,
But not sleeping yet.

     Soon, the beast will close its eyes,
     And Spring will march in,
     Fresh and vigorous,
     Like a new recruit,
     Green and anxious.

She'll fire-up roots, flowers and leafs.
In the pool they'll sway in the breeze,
Branches touching in Spring's reprieve.
A tiny bit of love cures a mountain of ills* ...
Copyright February 8 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
We use to have that
Bond where it was ionic
We attracted much together
Now were covalent
So I hope you could break
Into pieces like I did
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