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Andrew Guzaldo c Aug 2019
"Our task is to show that however wonderful,
things may appear In today’s World and lifestyle,
may not be all that great Even the darkest night will end,
The sun will rise regardless as our optimism changes to pessimism,

Roses may grow in a stone yet not in the earth,
As optimism has shown love exist or it can turn rapaciousness,
To those that are lacking idealism,
Rapaciousness will continue to exist as do oceans,

As we forded across the river’s edge feel the love,
The upsurge bares,
Stones or boulders may  bare flowers,
As rainfalls so will it kiss the flower wherever they growth,

We will endure also the growth of optimism,
Solitude will bring a cumbersome heart;
Depression will remain in a semblance of a new destiny,
This may precede a pessimistic venture,

Loves fate arrives pessimism succumbs to an optimistic,
Tormenting discomforts mind boggling opinions
May abound all aspects until ones last breath,
Ominous emotions turbulent gestures of Idealism Antivenin”
By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  08/06/2019
By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  08/06/2019   #Poem#163 #HelloPoetry
feh Mar 2020
Mamba
impossibly human
the bite, the strike, the temperament
When threatened, the mamba comes out
Strike, strike, strike, strike
The mamba is relentless
His venom coursing through the veins
Of his foolish challengers
His coal black eyes, hungry
Defeating, intimidating, vicious
The mamba bite is always fatal
For he has no antivenin to defeat him
No mortal power can wither him
To the dust
Strike, strike, strike, strike
The common name of the snake
Is given to no common man
Only the name of the fastest, most protective, most aggressive,
Tallest, biggest, lethal-est snake
Belongs to the man with the biggest, lethal-est presence
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Formidable anywhere he is placed
Strike, strike, strike, strike
The crown of the kingdom sits
Comfortably atop his temples
Strike, strike, strike, strike
How fitting
The world’s deadliest player
Be called after
The world’s deadliest snake
In loving memory of Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gigi
Yasha Harkness May 2015
It moves around
The pain you feel
Birthed from the poison of his words
Corrupting your happiness
Feeding on your emotions
Setting your heartstrings aflame
Settling in your legs like liquid fire
I do what i must
I drain his poison
I rub press pull
Punch hammer grind
On the infected muscles
Drawing out the corruption
Like draining a snake bite.

**If only I had the antivenin for this particular kind.
For my mother.

— The End —