"forestall" poems
Dear Future Wife,
I know that it wasn’t easy going through the tides of life. It will never be easy. You might find yourself looking for someone who would fulfil the emptiness that you would feel inside. It is my strongest hope that you won’t entertain anyone who would try to take your heart. I would like you to focus on your studies at this point. I know that studying could sometimes be boring or somewhat hard, but I trust you with this one. You can do it.
I’m writing this letter for a purpose. I would like to tell you some things before I marry you or before you become my girlfriend or even before I meet you. I would like to start this message by thanking you in advance. Thank you for choosing me out of the billions of men who are better and more handsome than me. I know that I never deserved somebody like you, and it’s kind of unfair for me because when we would be together, I know that we would look like beauty and the beast. You’d be beauty and I’d be beast.
Thank you for the patience that you will have with me for the next 10 to 70 years. I appreciate how you would make me smile and laugh and even cry at times. It wouldn’t be hard to be with me, because I beat a girl in terms of emotions. Thank you for being faithful with me. I just want you to know that I would not look for anyone else but you. You’re the one I am praying for every night before I go to sleep and every morning before you get up from bed.
It may not be my season yet to be in love. I promise you that I will wait. I will not rush anything with you. Forgive me if I wouldn’t give you flowers and chocolates for valentines while we are still students. I promise you that I will give you something more than that at the right time. I would reserve my hands for you, you and my mother will be the only women who would be able to grasp my very hands while walking. I would reserve myself for you. There would be lots of temptations, but beloved, I promise you that the only one who would control our relationship is God.
It would not be easy being with me. It will never be. But I thank you for choosing me. Forgive me if I can’t be as handsome as the celebrities you watch in movies. I may not be handsome, but I promise to love you with all I am until my final breath.
I’m Excited
I’m excited to be your boyfriend and experience butterflies in my stomach whenever I’m with you.
I’m excited to give you gifts every occasion.
I’m excited to text you the words “I love you” every morning.
I’m excited to see you walking on the altar.
I’m excited to hear the words “You may kiss the bride”
I’m excited to be your husband.
I’m excited to forestall you in waking up just to cook for you.
I’m excited to have dogs (we’ll name them Bacon and Goya)
I’m excited to start a family with you.
I’m excited to roam the world with you.
But while our story is not yet clashing to each other in His book, my excitement would not stop me from waiting. I will wait for you. I promise. I love you.
Your Future Husband
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
*Prologue (goddess)
When the war of the beasts
Brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss
Her gift everlasting
Act 1 (the wanderer)
Infinite in mystery
Is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus
And take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul
Knows no rest
Act 2 (the hero)
There is no hate only joy
For you are beloved
By the goddess
Hero of the dawn
Healer of worlds
Dreams of morrow
Hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away
The end is nigh
Act 3 (the abhorred)
My friend, do you fly away now
To the world that abhors you and I
All that awaits you
Is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend your desire is the bringer of life
The gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
Act 4 (the avenger)
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams
No honour remains
The arrow has left
The bow of the goddess
My soul corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment
To find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legends shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The winds sail over the waters surface
Quietly but surely
Act 5 (the sacrifiser)
Even if the morrow
Is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew
That clenches the land
To spare the sands
The seas and the sky
I offer thee this silent sacrifice*
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
The silent sacrifice,
Of the forbidden world,
A call for the soul,
A duty from The Lord,
Across the land,
The sea,
And the sky,
In shining sword,
Of light and love.
Fight the phantoms,
For all mankind,
It is a promise,
In life or death,
Nothing,
Shall forestall my return,
For I am,
The Mystic Warrior.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Hung up on a Sunday with a strung-up savior
Hanging from a cross across the hall
Pleading that a deity annul her misbehavior-
Her previous activities, forestall.
Hung up on the hunger pains, insatiable and gnawing
Knowing well the vigor of the squall
Hung up on a strung up stranger, rendezvous withdrawing
Waiting on the King of Kings to call.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
I.
Alice in Wonderland thinks that she had found
The perfect place where she heard the white hare's sound
And the meow of Cheshire cat with nose so round,
Along with singing flowers on the green ground.
She'd stay asleep forever
Just to stay in Wonderland forever.
She refuses to wake up and says, “never!”
But I would stay awake forever
If I'd be with you forever.
Because with you, there's always a Wonderland wherever.
II.
The mirror says Snow White is the fairest in the land.
She already has it all; no need for a magic wand.
And with that beautiful voice, she could even sing in a band.
And after a kiss, the prince took her hand.
No other face could be compared to her beauty.
Her snow-white skin and blood-red lips are what brought her popularity.
Still, she has sincerity and humility.
I'm not beautiful, and that's reality.
And all that I have is self-pity.
But you make me feel as if I'm prettier than Aphrodite.
III.
Of all the fairytales, it was Cinderella who first had a happy ending.
She and the prince were dancing
Until the end of the evening.
And the next thing she knew, she was wearing a wedding ring.
She had the best happily-ever-after;
From wearing rags to living in a castle tower
And drinking wine instead of just water.
Love made her life brighter.
But my love story is even better,
For it has a happy ending every chapter.
IV.
Juliet claims her story still is the greatest of all.
She met her prince Romeo at a royal ball.
But between them, their families built a wall.
But with their eternal love, even death haven't had the chance to forestall.
She's right, her story is golden.
All the others have failed; her place cannot be taken.
Romeo and Juliet's record might not have been beaten,
But the greatest story yet to be written
Is our story where love goes beyond heaven.
Because if I would die for you, I'd do it over and over again.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
the Boxing Day test cricket match
has just begun
with the Indian bowlers
out to stymie the Australian's run
they'll be keeping
their cherry ball deliveries tight
so the lads from Oz
don't get any easy flight
on the wicket there will be
a momentous Waterloo battle
the Indian side shall need
all of its line and length chattel
no loose ***** going awry
into the four's ditch
they'll have to be spot on
when sailing down the pitch
in the first session of play
India can't afford one mistake
or their teams shall be left
in the Aussie team's shattering wake
as the innings progresses
throughout the day
the Australian side
will surely be making hay
the pride of both cricketing nations
is at stake on the MCG
those vying to win the spoils of the test
shall require a flawless key
runs aplenty are on offer on the pitch
for the Aussie boys
so the Indian bowlers must forestall
their batting ploys
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I know what is killing the reef*
the bureaucrats are just lying
they know why it's coming to grief
and, before its time's up, dying.
When you consider just how much
is being made through tourist trade
those ill effects of human touch
you'll understand what evil's made.
Sure, there are other things as well
it would be foolish to deny
and of ignorance not to tell
but the main one is a fare's pry.
The reef's a large ecosystem
that's been here for millions of years
many creatures from it do stem
human pollution gives no cheers.
The wonders by sight that it gives
won't allow a stone left unturned
causing harm to it as it lives;
another problem by man churned.
Nature's real gauge of climate change
has now been rising steadily
making the weather appear strange
and the reef languishing to be.
It will be required for a while
to leave it alone and help it
recover from the human guile
that's only destroying to wit.
If we don't recognise this truth
or cause of the problem at hand
it would only deny our youth
of them ever seeing it grand.
Too much of a good thing can be
turned into something bad for all
if those involved but fail to see
the damage caused and so forestall.
Just think of what life would be like
if we could now do something to
prevent such a disastrous hike
but failed to act or carry through.
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To reverse the trend, where possible, of an adverse condition or situation
we must take certain specific opposite measures with due consideration.
S.O.#128 © 2019 George Krokos
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
*Even if the morrow
Is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew
That clenches the land
To spare the sands
The seas and the sky
I offer thee this silent sacrifice*
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left, the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
Your words gave me open wounds that are incapable of healing..
The moment you said, "I have no feelings for you," cuts right through my very soul. It leaves an opening through my shallow being welcoming the next words you are about to bestow.
"You are not just my type," it's like raging bolts of electricity running through my body and I can't move, I can't even raise a finger to tell you to stop.. Please, stop this bleeding.
I was about to regain control of my senses but you added, "we can still be friends though," that it's as if nothing happened. Like my feelings never happened, like you never listened, like you didn't cut me open, like you didn't have me bleeding to death, like you never throw me daggers in form of words.
And you asked, for the first time, "are you okay?" I gathered all my strength to forestall my voice from breaking as I retorted, "I'm good." I bit my lip the moment my mouth turns like a time bomb that's a few seconds away from explosion and I'm victorious.
The words "it just hurts a lot," didn't escape from my mouth averting myself from going to the place you've given me. Say, friendzone?
I watched you walked away realizing you actually helped me by closing off the arteries of my wounds by giving me a cold treatment.
I mouthed, "thank you," but you didn't see it. Thank you for releasing my favorite demon, hatred..
..this way, I will prevent myself from massive destruction that is yearning to make me feel something good, something vibrant, something lighthearted.. Say, like love?
Thank you for leaving me wounds that covers my body, and soon enough it will be scars that will remind me of how painful it is to make someone look at you the exact same way you're looking at them. Confucius quote, "there is one word which may serve as a rule of practice for all one's life: Reciprocity."
..But reciprocity is not a decree.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
I lived my life knowing:
That love is blind
That love won't make you fine
That love is merely just distracting
But alas here I am I stand trial
All in the face of love
A victim of love
But with no hint of denial
It is real yes, oh it is such heaven on earth
This love I felt, I feel for real
You made it happen, made me feel
What a lovely day everyday it has been
Everyday you are my cup of tea
Everyday I think of you and me
Everyday there are no worries
Everyday you are my peace, my whole delight
Your hug that i always long for
Each day and each night
You give me your favorite songs
How i long for you, all of the time
Though with every too much sunshine
There is a little rain, a downpour
Oh what a time to be alive
It all went wet, it rained, it poured
But do always remember my love
There's no rainbow without a little rain
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
I'll always bring you with me
Remember oh my dear love
As green as the grass, as blue as the sky
You'll always be my green tea, my hug in a cup
I'll wait for you in a café some day
And some day we'll together drink
That matcha that serves as a memory of I and thee
A matcha of you and me
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
No facade elaborate enough
To adequately conceal
The inner-conflict
In which I am embroiled
No crooning of comfort
Can delivery me peace
Or forestall my mind's
Eventual unhinging
No foxed, tattered pages
Of forlorn loveletters
Strewn with stark promises
Can resurrect my will
My compass confiscated
My map of reason
Torn and trampled upon
My future at the mercy of shadows
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
The aqua back drop peels away at a marshmallow scene
While the aerial obstructions deepen and darken
Earth begins to cry in a desperate attempt to be clean
An age old story of a planet's reclamation
Serves as a reminder that life is cyclical
We rise and we fall
With the end we forestall
Much like the recycled tears that paint across my bare skin
I can feel the interconnectedness within
Tranquility embodies this life essence
Self-sustainable, she puts up a fight
Taken for granted, yet ever constant
Everything is going to be alright
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
*My friend,
Do you fly away now
To the world
That abhors you and I
All that awaits you
Is a somber morrow
No matter where
The winds may blow
My friend your desire
Is the bringer of life
The gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow
Is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall
My return*
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
“It’s all in your head”,
On repeat to forestall entropy,
My mind’s in two places at once,
Needing more -
Incessantly yearning for more,
Yet overcome with gratitude
That I should receive anything at all.
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
This room is only substantial when
the light hits the clock face
and casts a second sun onto the ceiling,
its single eye unblinking,
tireless as time. It watches me as
I watch its handless face
from the floor of this weary, weary room,
for this is where I lie.
I am waiting for the light.
I am waiting for the third sun
to annihilate the window and the mirror
and the clock face. I am waiting for
my body to be cauterized, my hair to be burnt
and to vacate like a shadow
in the dark. I am waiting,
for this is where I want to lie.
This room is no longer substantial.
The curtains are drawn, a thin sheet
to forestall the burn of light
I am waiting for. I sit at the desk,
as I wait, professing onto pages,
for this is where I lie.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
I humbly pray and come to thee
Again my Lord in memory
Of the gift you've given me
A sacrifice that set all free
The love for your Father up above
Is true as His Spirit like a dove
Descended on you proving the love
Your Father has and you know of
Remembering his sacrifice as each week
We meet and find that which we seek
Recalling the Father's Lamb so meek
A promise in reverence that we speak
This is my body which I break
And allow to die, for your sake
Of which I ask you to partake
Eat it now as a keepsake
Drink this cup my blood it is
For you spilt as payment 'tis
For remission of sin I give you this
So you may enter a state bliss
Do this I ask as you recall
One who gave to you his all
Suffering much, for you I fall
The gates of Hell I will forestall
The Enemy's grasp I take away
From you by the price I pay
My Father's will, I won't delay
And always with you I will stay
His Father's will he did perform
Giving his flesh and blood to form
A covenant to which we conform
Keeping us safe from every storm
Heaven's gates he did unlock
Guiding us in, his precious flock
He is our refuge and our rock
To which our souls we may dock
He takes away the sins of the world
From which, all men, were impereld
And into darkness they were hurled
But the tangle of sin our Lord uncurled
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
He brought us up with dovish love
He cautioned us to be serpent wise,
He took us to schools each of us
In a genuine dream to forestall future misery
He fed us well from his meagre earnings,
He discriminated not love among the siblings
We grew up united in family bond,
He made us all to walk tall and proud
As sons and daughters of credible father,
He taught me in particular to read Mahatma Gandhi,
He inspired me with love for Napoleon Bonaparte,
He named me Alexander as a nomenclatural ritual
To procure spiritualities of charm and intellect,
He did us good and indeed we must all agree
As evinced in the love he gave to our mother,
We saw no fearful stress of threatening estrangement
As our mother always clang to us with superior enthusiasm.
He only began to feel pain on every swallow,
Saliva, other liquids and solid stuffs he painfully swallowed
He lost and lost weight on each day as we could do nothing,
But his wisdom and sense of humane picked,
Phenomenally usual precursor of impending death,
He got emaciated and weakling, his feeding decimated,
I desperately took him to hospital and surrendered him
To a man wearing humongous glasses on his bearded face,
The community of that place called him a doctor,
He checked my father and came out with a stark tiding;
Young man, your father has throat cancer!
The barium swallows has indicated all these,
There is eminent presence of tumors and carcinoma
Known for their foul perpetration of oesophagus cancer,
I received this dooms day news with mild trepidation,
He was discharged back to his village home
He died two days later in his hut, on his marital bed
The wooden bed with wick-work of strappings and strings
Crafted from stone hard animal hides and skins,
And it was Christmas day of December 2000,
At three in the afternoon, when my father died
Succumbing to death caused by throat cancer.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Bend the knees of my heart to the earth,
To the cold and frozen ground,
Let the fetters of memories war,
Finally be broken and unbound.
Were all the loves that once were lost,
Be cast into the sea,
Should roll upon the shores of souls,
Every flotsam and debris.
T'would not forestall the endless curse,
Of lost and lonely years,
Nor blot the stain on velum page,
Of all the cruel tears.
Bend the knees of my heart to the earth,
Let me weep 'til the sun shall rise,
If perchance t'would wash my soul,
And cleanse my burning eyes.
Nay I fear the deed is done,
We cannot mask the soul,
Nor scrape the blood from off the stone,
And make the mourner whole.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
Canavero says he can
Make of me a better man
It only will require, he said,
Smooth transposition of my head
Although success has not yet been
For those they've chopped beneath the chin
Yet in Japan it seems that that's
Not the case for a study with rats
And Doctor Canavero thinks,
That after I've met with my shrinks,
And signed the legal paper mess
My transplant'll be a big success
My head and neck?
Or just my head?
It'll be a cool trick
...If I'm not dead
Will I have a different voice?
Or will my larynx here be kept
Intact as skull is ferried forth
To donor body, where there slept...
A suicide victim in his prime
No damage done below the neck,
That pliant supple platform, I'm
Soon to inhabit...we have the tech!
For thirty some years I have been trapped
In this nonfunctional wreched form
And now a doctor, young and apt
Will attempt to weather the media storm
And try with all his godlike might
At giving me a second chance
And he believes that after the fight,
And long recovery, I'll jump and dance!
And if the plan fails miserably
And I just never ever wake
We still will have made history
I'll finally buy the farm and slake
The thirst I've had - to end it all
And leave this cursed,wretched plane
And nevermore will I forestall
For never shall I wake again!
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
So baseball starts soon and pitchers and catchers reported today. This is the most excited i've been since the Kansas City Chiefs won the Superbowl. I know that's not long but baseball is just amazing and an awesome display. Baseball is that sport that you can't run the clock out and don't have total control. Anything can happen in baseball. It's amazing to see the comebacks that can happen. If your the Astros you'll just want to forestall. Baseball is always somebody's passion. Some people say is boring. Others say it is a smart person's game. How can it be boring and lame if all those fans are roaring. Baseball every season relights the same flame.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
I think about you when it snows
She whispers
How the ice trickles down
While the wind blows.
When the rain starts to fall
I think of your fingers
Entertwining through my skin
Only to forestall
The actual sin.
I think about you at nightfall
When the darkness' a sheet
The desire to be wrapped up in you
Protect me from the sleet.
I don't think of you in the sunshine
Because life can't be that complete
I need you to fill the void
My sweet reinforced concrete.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
lend me your wings so I might fly
up to a world beyond my reach
where in the night stars safely lie
without the heavy words of speech
there I shall wait for you to call
upon this heart yours to mine
I know that fate shall not forestall
the glint which in my eye does shine
I wait in vain for a lonely day
I wait, a hopeless wretch enthralled
and so this wish of you I pray
lend me your wings so I might fall
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 4:38 AM UTC
I have a story to tell, a story that really happened quite a long time ago
forcing upon me painful memories, and a place my mind wishes not to go
although young, these teenagers were to learn about love for the first time
despite the threats on the part of their parents, who considered this a crime
How creative one’s mind becomes, when love begins playing her songs
imagination finds the setting, filling your heart with a love that belongs
the more anyone attempts to prevent, this love strengthens as a lion on call
a love so infused with sincere courage, none could ever succeed to forestall
How this fountain of youth, young enough to satiate that thirst from within
but only until old age arrives, then those lights of love will be forced to dim
while young time stops, as emotions are fully charged, dreams burn like fire
feelings of love, so real to mind and body, are engulfed in passionate desire
So as time crept on, these loving souls did part, a time of sadness did they share
thinking never again to experience that bond of love, as their hearts went bare
gone was the love and the experience it brought out, a happiness if however short
learning this painful truth, sadly, even true love we are sometimes forced to abort
Greater than love is the will and resolve, to experience a happiness and yet to let go
this is only a part of life's many challenges, strengthening us and allowing us to grow
despite the heartbreaks we often seem to endure, G-d affords us the stamina to persevere
so when your true soul mate will cross your path, you will undoubtedly find a love so clear
Life is full of trials and tribulations, and our happiness sometimes seems like a juggling act
yet we must know, our destined one G-d will surely never withhold from us, this is a fact
so when love that was not to be comes upon you, remember that the Almighty has His way
His Love for us is paramount of all, and true happiness will you yet find at the end of the day
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC