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Ylzm Mar 23
Making a living Wage from the living Word
Inevitably shades, obscures, taints and corrupts
Betrays the apparently living Faith
And exalting the Man than the Word

Balaam refused silver and gold in public
But embraced death's wages in secret
Certainly the labourer deserves his dues
But from his Master and not from fellow labourers

If the lives you saved leave you hungry
But for your whip, perhaps they're yet slaves
When I hold her
is like being embraced by a thousand pillows,
    the shade of my room is enough
for me to see
the woman that made me
  write a living poem.
With each touch is gentle,
   with every kiss, divine
her dress smells like home,
   her love takes you back in time
to the moment you felt safe
    to the ******* moment
you felt
Farah Taskin Aug 2021
The succession of well and woe is constantly occurring
Human life experiences
There is no exception
is someone's constant companion
Pleasure is not for all
Sorrow is true
Contentment is imaginary
It's human nature to day dream about sheer delight
Nobody wants obscurity
In spite of that
darkness is inevitable
A glimmer of hope emerges from a cloud
At that very moment
we breathe a sigh of relief.
Snipes May 2021
I go about my day
The sun shine casts a shade
The jukebox plays British soul tunes
The forecast shadows doom in a few
So I go about my day
The cumulonimbus clouds rain a gray
My junk box won’t start due to exhaustion
My foresight enheightened on the tone
So I bolt it home

My only light was from the beams
Street corners power the glow no other then green
It’s apparent everyones in a rush
At the time the time of death was just sets of stones
As the rain coats my bare skin
I’m hurrying home

So I jaywalk
I keep my head tucked
Wishing that I slept in the park
Instead my eyes meet a headlight
I’m starring
While the force losing control
Peels back my eye lids
Too a skull in the shade

Set forever in
Spriha Kant Apr 2021
Sometimes one doesn't emit any shade or tone.We actually see the reflection radiated by the prevailing situation upon one's own aura.

© Spriha Kant
Abi Carroll Mar 2021
Mindlessly applauding
the torn for choosing right
denies the open weight felt
of them not choosing left

The ripping of blank paper
is heard in your
congratulations and affirmations

Giving pride that isn't yours to hold
remains unknowingly empty
Wrapped well

Let go of optimistic ear muffs
and bright yellow shades


Tugging left turns
misled me to the same stop sign
begging to be dismissed

Lost in a spiral,
in my own left turns,

not abandoned but alone

Despite being desperately sought,
these roads are different in the dark

No comfort or guidance
in this backpack made of bricks
with bricks too sharp for a stuffed bear,
bricks too large for a lamp

Concern and direction
slip through
the cracks and the bricks
in the deafening darkness

Left again,
just one more time

What shades am I wearing,
what muffs are mine
that instruction is muffled,
that care is shaded grey

Even still,
my lefts are my right
my right to make
and to hold
and to keep
and to breathe
and to bleed

Save your pride
and your rosey half-full glasses
Hold your applause
and the promise of a later okay

Acknowledge the bricks
I am carrying now

They are concrete

More so,
than the life you see
that might never live to be
Man Feb 2021
do you fear fear

a nail biter? a bedwetter?
or are there other compulsions
you cling to

step out, from the stale shade of the dark
that consumed you
no longer does it
feel the warmth that the sun casts down
sometimes, it's all one can do to beat the blues

this road of life is rocky
and it sees us all stumble
you chart your course

stick to it

as a blade meeting grindstone
water's introduction to limestone
I stand just beside you
unseen in your frame
How much ever I try anew
People identify me with your name.

We both have the same talent
but I'm ranked with the boors.
You are a famous gallant
As victory is always yours

We are still together
Smile, laugh and enjoy
But Deep inside I wither
Like Achilles in the war of troy
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2020
No cloud
Offers a shade
That overwhelms the heart
Like solace of you

My privilege
Genre: Almost Romantic
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