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Brumous 8h
Rich, powerful,
with stunning beauty of a goddess,
That's you.

Yet, I do not hold any permanent loyalty.
I give them to anyone I see fit,
and you---are not worthy of that luxury;

"Not anymore."
Sometimes loyalty isn't my cup of tea, they are wasted too many times for me to count.
Ces Sep 2020
The tiny red ant scampers
In a forest of greenish mold
Its bristly legs carrying
Biological modules:
A head with pincers
An imperceptible thorax
A swelling abdomen.

It has nothing but a laborious drive
A pheromone-induced servility
For the queen: the lazy, bloated tyrant!
The sole purpose being
The laying of eggs.

The noble red ant
Moves on to scavenge
Blind and dumb
Oblivious.

To the ruthless cycle
Of its existence.
JustMK Jun 2020
There is something undeniable about this new aesthetic:
Barefoot and barely presentable
as I slow-dance in the kitchen at 3am
Nobody but me, my shadow and a gentle grey kitten who patiently watches me pour another cup of coffee.
I stir in cinnamon,
a taste that's heedy and all too sweet against the roof of my mouth.
So strong it makes me want to gag,
and yet I sing under my breath:
old tunes I have no business remembering
and lullabies brought to me on the wind
[singing] all you have is fire
-and the place you have to reach.

My mother wanted a girl she could put together like a jigsaw.
A girl who would sit still and patiently endure
the effort it took to construct
the perfect plat, perfect updo
perfect winged eyeliner, perfect blush
perfect poise, perfect dress,
Perfect daughter.
Instead she had me
a muddled and confused thing
with a tangled mess of curls and eyes that couldn't quite look away.
Something with ***** fingers that knew the give and take of every leaf and blade of grass
something that couldn't sit still on creaking church pews
because for all the beauty they pursued, she'd seen the unmatched grace of rolling thunder
and the indisputable life of the ocean.
While other girls watched the boy chase the girl to a perfect kiss
she worshiped the women who took up their weapons and refused to keep their peace. - A child raised on a steady diet of Victorian poetry, Greek myth and poison. Stitched together with images of Artemis, Scottish women and a heathenish name.

My mother would lead me in prayer each night before bed, hoping against all hope to change what was in me. But my father made me wonder if I could be a knight one day, taught me to sing their vows of honour and justice during those ungodly hours when sleep was far.
The hours when his blood called to us both in its ancient tongue. The hours where his stories became my Bible. The hours when the smell of lemongrass and rain filled the house.
The hours when I would be barefoot and dancing in the kitchen
Barely presentable yet undeniably free.
It's 12 June and finally I am starting to come to better places. Finally I am beginning to sleep without sleeping tablets. Finally I am beginning to do what's best for my mental health.
Hussein Dekmak Apr 2020
C- Care.
O- Optimism.
R-Reflection.
O-Openness.
N- Nobility,
A-Ambition.
V-Victory.
I- Innovation.
R-Restoration.
U-Uplifting.
S-Success.



Hussein Dekmak
I am a healthcare professional (Medical Technologist). I work at a Laboratory Hospital doing blood, and respiratory testing... Everyday, like my devoted co-worker, I walk into a storm fighting  the COVA 19 virus, trying to save one life at a time.
Trying to look at the glass half full. In the last few weeks, I've seen so many beautiful traits being pulled out of people around the globe, the essential workers putting their lives on the line everyday. Kudos to everyone fighting this trying battle. Sending prayers around the world to help us safely get through this.
John McCafferty Mar 2020
To aim your place
and chase with haste
Whilst many face
the angst and grace

Informed techniques befit your crest
Smash through with force
Opposing guests
Controlling breath
Patience met
The journeys long to ascend

Focus on the foes ahead
Destructive forces with intent
Defeat dealt out inside a zone
Hate and venom will be spent
A noble art to call your own
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Zachary G Dec 2018
My petals falling
noble and proud,
I scream out loud
looking into the crowd
asking for help
praising the whelp
I stand still and take  
a spill,
the petals wilt and
tilt towards the chill
Germane royal roses
8 registers open
only 1 cashier
6 other employees
milling around
the store
assisting the 3
remaining customers
while 16 other people
wait in line to check out

their system works
like most systems
I’ve seen before…
backwards and drivel.

I guess common sense
isn’t so common anymore.
lunademiere Mar 2019
it is the death of time,
weeping beauty cries her grief and grace up to the sky and back on Earth,
moons are the ring in melted void of time,
weeping again,
a world in rain and harsh deluge,
entrancing flesh,
the life is short and temporary,
I cry with the urge of the apocalypse,
my noble soul belongs to the beauty of the infinite,
come back on Earth, water the land,
choir of butterflies,
honey and grapes would burn the evolution of a mind,
seeds in the darkness,
mouth full of birds fly after time,
dark veil and beauty in the dark,
it is the death of time and space.
Fragment from my book 'The Allure Of Time' available on amazon.
Badshah Khan Mar 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 77

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Oh the Sacred Holy Mosque'

In your Shelter, every created being

Obtain their divine peace and direct path.


Oh the Sacred Holy Mosque'

Every direct call from your noble house,

Represent undoubtedly the active faith of every beginning!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.

©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
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