#candor
Steadfast
Risen to done, inclined
With a times shadow, to last
Among causes sign's...
Deeds of without...
Sated by roles of history
That a common power...
Makes a chance, of life's epistolary
Crave more...
Than an impunity
To introduce a quiet war
Of a candid salvation of humanity...
Rancor and/or hunger?
Places of distrust, if not deception?
Have a song's life, long before done and gone, were...
The truth of sincerity, is means, from its inception
Taken with the might, of serendipity
Come by the ought, of better aspiration
Mere, has become my voice for liberty
Like a stone, of choices seen, I see a host's generation...
Jul 6, 2024
Jul 6, 2024 at 1:31 AM UTC
“***I read to find inspiration.
I write to restore candor to the mind.***”
N. Scott Momaday
<<<<<>>>>>>>>>
Find Inspiration:
a phrase that diodes light, a one-way current within,
making me a selectman, “of thee I sing, of thee I write,
of thee am I composed and fodder for thy dissection &
”my decomposition.”
a phrase that reads me more than I read it,
jumps onto my ontological eyeballs, a great leap
forward, and I suppose humdrum you could call it,
inserted inspiration
Restoring Candor:
thus begins expiation+ excoriation+ exhumation;
a longish road to candor restoration, where plausible
deniability is denied, Jedi verbal mind tricks are
just in movies, and candor is really “can-do(r)!”
but
no one dare say that
for fear of being laughed at,
a cancelled jingo-lingo-patriot.
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 10:47 AM UTC
i’m flattered......
but i suspect
you will be the one doing the ‘killing’......
singing my life with your words
killing me softly with your poems
“after all there is no point in living
if you don’t feel alive”......
© 2021
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC
Poets write poetry sharing
wisdom of roads not taken
their gray brain sprouts multicolored flowers
of visions seeking love
splattered by remnants
of great lovers past
ankored daggers
in heart
Lovers paint their own ark
A poets spinning top is art
lasting longer as it may
their name De Plume
may dictate ageless
candor
but their tops spinning
out off ballance
topples and falls;
Poets and lovers notice
people aren't tops,
karma cause and effect
Action innaction
dictates
the inevitability of
their top's last spin,
Even of poetry
What may last forever?
new poets are birthed
like seasons do
returning thus
the spinning top
of poets and lover's vise.
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
All Rights.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
I’d rather honestly
Spill my feelings
With my words
Than,
Rely on
Ambiguous actions
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
I was played like A broken record.
Same excuse, same routine, a new measure.
My life changed, yes
For the better.
Because through the mess, I met her.
Written out like a long letter.
Shipped out, A short cryptic message
That I had sent her.
'You deserve the world, more than what he can give you, just believe me when I say you can do better.'
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
There was a big boom once
Population dynamics are intrin-
sic functions of gumption
and big booms echo in eternity.
I look at the industrial revolution
through infrared filters
to parameterize the haze of our lives using
a kaleidoscope landmarking
technique andor technology
where the function of plutocracy
(and it is taking shape)
while it resonates on post-reformations
and pre-modernisms
How do you like them schizms?
Living the religion of
capital ~ ism
and paying homage on prayer mats of
blood ~ sweat ~ and 1, 2 many beers
through our blue collar dollars and
masonry jars and crossroads guitars
(and between the bars)
of our own creation.
Now moving toward remediation
and un-plebiation.
I cried vermouth and reconciliation while
they expunged truth and trylobytes.
The inevitability always bubbles up.
And in the trailer park of our lord: 2017
Ricky and Julian and Bubbles
pay homage to a great poet lost: Mr. Lahey.
(within the mystery of our own creation)
Thus we toast to: The Theatre of Life
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
I’m a logician
A tic-tac-tician
Accountable to
Me
Bringing it day andor
Night
It’s time to get
Into My groove
Cause ... caustic ... causality
Tom waits for no one.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
Like a moon in clouds so your face in curly hair
Allow my love me some glowing beauty to share
Let me kiss your glowing cheeks in trance to share
World may not have witnessed such flair so rare
Flowers blossom in such a way only in real spring
Let my love give your beauty a wonderful swing
Let me compose many songs on your beauty to sing
Allow me to beautifully make a love chain and string
Only you care for me in this cruel world of hawks
In your company I can encounter all blocks ,rocks
Let us just cherish our all hidden and inherent talks
Let us bear together all lovely and violent shocks
Even if we die but our longing will travel for ever
You my sweetheart is just mine I can declare ,aver
Dawn carries along all hope like just a vast azure
My love I love you let me take to world my candor
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
*Baseball bats and steel pipes are useless
the only real weapons that I use are my words.*
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
My love, I have been waiting for your touch
How I long to feel you from morning 'til night
Love me gently, embrace my blatancy
Kiss my innocence, hold me so tight
I'll surrender all to you, my love
Please just stay at my sight
Your song, my song, I hear it
From your heart, my precious knight
My knees are shaking, my heart is beating so fast
My lips are waiting, kiss me, baby, it's alright
You said that you love me, prove it to me, my love
Let your skin touch mine, give me what's just right
My heart, my soul, I'll give you my all
Come one, baby, I am yours tonight...
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
My love, I have been waiting for your touch
How I long to feel you from morning 'til night
Love me gently, embrace my blatancy
Kiss my innocence, hold me so tight
I'll surrender all to you, my love
Please just stay at my sight
Your song, my song, I hear it
From your heart, my precious knight
My knees are shaking, my heart is beating so fast
My lips are waiting, kiss me, baby, it's alright
You said that you love me, prove it to me, my love
Let your skin touch mine, give me what's just right
My heart, my soul, I'll give you my all
Come one, baby, I am yours tonight...
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC