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FunSlower Aug 2021
A faded memory flayed.
Layers peeled back unveiling
Frayed old strings for a symphony of sympathy.

A suffocated cacophony, he says. Let it be.

A jaded sentinel slayed.
Players reeled back, unfailing.
Prayed for wings, but found empty of empathy.

The scintillating epiphany she shares set it free.

I swore I’d never be the victim.
But I have been the whole time.
Those words are wiser than wisdom.
Her eyes grow wider with mine.
A notion inspiring devotion divine.
An ocean of new truths all spoken in rhyme.
My Dryad’s mydriasis is something sublime.
Eleven is the natural number
As the Elven King has seen.
Seven is the nurtured number
Of the fabled Elven Queen.
A B Faniki Aug 2019
I say I will leaves the debate of great matter
to the great thinkers of earth-those that can
walk on water and those that walk on moon;
for their both equal to the challenge of keeping humanity
safe: from the clutches of change that make things mad,
yet when I see the state of my generation
my heart leaps into my throat,for fear of unknown.
when the debate between these thinkers get heat it makes
me sad for slender is what both will resort to.
When religion feels call upon to act for humanity sake
and the constitution feels call upon for justice for humanity
and both could not see face to face- the sentinel
should be call upon to guard peoples lives. when this
two are at each other throat again it mean- death.
© A BFaniki.8/5/2019 I have wrote this poem three days ago is part of my book Banal tell enjoy it all right reserved. The work is about the seperation of law and religion in every society . The work is in sonnet form.
Steven Forrester May 2016
I am statue
Standing guard
A silent sentinel
Slowly slipping
In to madness
Patience
My prized virtue
Has left me
Blind
I can't see
Broken
In pain
Screaming in my head
In vain
Be still my bleeding heart
I don't have much left

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