"heartens" poems
There are moments
when I feel more clearly than ever
that I am in the company
of my own person.
This comforts and reassures me,
this heartens me,
just as my tridimensional body
is heartened by my own authentic shadow.
There are moments
when I really feel more clearly than ever
that I am in the company
of my own person.
I stop
at a street corner to turn left
and I wonder what would happen
if my own person walked to the right.
Until now that has not happened
but it does not settle the question.
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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, somethings I just couldn't stop writing about:)
steps echoed down the stairs bringing a wild relief to his blare
approach of silence to regret the resilience
of an unspoken battle of illicit stares in defiance
embrace of warmth heartens the overdosing serenity
hold of love for the first time in months
bringing safe havens to my desperate soul magnificently
------ravenfeels
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
A rook, a rook
Flew from the sky
And landed on a tree.
Spoke to the snake
That lie there:
"Snake, what do you see?
"I rise above,
I fly high,
Know all the human breed.
Seen kings and queens,
Even a princess-child
And all the warrior's deeds."
"Rook, oh rook",
Hissed the snake.
"You are so naîve.
You see strength
And beauty, too,
But they lie just as they breathe."
"Snake, oh snake,
What do you say?!
That is not true!
It's merry a life;
That I do know
I watched from high blue."
"Rook, oh rook,
You flew too high,
I know what they've got;
To ****** deceive,
Fight and ****
Their tales are full of blood."
"Snake, oh snake,
You must lie,
I haven't seen such thing.
But let me tell
Of what I saw
Of wars and weddings.
There was a man,
Vain and full of greed,
So proud and so old.
Would never spare a coin,
But as a beggar he saw,
He gave him a coin of gold."
"Rook, oh rook,
I saw it too,
But that was not the end;
The beggar him stalked,
To his home,
And with a dagger in he went."
"Snake, oh snake
Let me tell
Another one:
Of a wedding so bright,
Of a king and his queen,
He kissed her and gave her the crown."
"Rook, oh rook,
Don't believe all you see!
Didn't you hear the queen cry?
The marriage was forced,
Their bond forged,
And she jumped down her tower high."
"Snake, oh snake,
I've seen battles grand,
Where heroes and legends fought.
The earth shattered,
The elements they've torn,
And flames from the sky they brought."
"Rook, oh rook,
That was no battle fair,
Just unglorious assault.
They died like flies,
All of them,
And were buried in nameless vaults."
"Snake, oh snake,
Listen close,
As I tell you of heartens blaze;
Once I saw two lovers,
Kissing under moonlight,
At a lake that mirrored their grace."
"Rook, oh rook,
That I saw as well.
They soon had broken up.
The next day,
She was found dead,
He murdered her out of love."
"Snake, oh snake,
If you speak true,
Then all I knew was wrong!
But then, dear snake
Wouldn't they be
Nothing but spoiled flesh and bone???"
"Oh, but that's it,
Rook, oh rook,
The inhuman, human lot.
They are alive,
And vivid they breathe,
And yet
They
Rot."
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
There is sight, but no insight
There is light, but it's not that bright.
Brain says good night,
Finding myself in a sorry plight.
Shut myself in a cocoon
Body and mind out of tune
Confusion and ignorance attune
Didn't think it'd happen so soon
Closed my eyes to see the colors dance
Felt the nerves going in a trance
Unaware of the surroundings
Flew with the my newly found wings.
One deep breath and thoughts die away
The warmth of the lips forgets the fray
Smell of liberty heartens the soul
Mind opens the door to the ultimate goal
As I exist without control
I feel my fingers burn like coal
Sense come back with a drum roll
Nicotine rushes in like a parasite.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Between the cool-quarried kitchen
and paint-faded south facing door
runs a windowless wall
sugar-papered with childhood dreams.
Memories of roughly folded gifts
squirreled in satchels,
crossed creases still intact;
curled corners fixed with shiny pins.
Luminescent paint heartens the darkness of a pitch grotto
anticipating a flicked switch
to illuminate dimmed histories
of abstract symbols, visionless figures and countless fingers.
The small pink fists that captured
Time's most precious pieces,
now live with vaguely painted hope
of sheering unsteady walls
in their uncertain world.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 3:05 AM UTC
the paved country road swells under the heavy footfalls of the weary warrior
it is the dawn of march and the roses will remember the blush of death no more.
no more that is due to the sullen rock which the freshly smeared crimson slumbers upon
no more that is due to the holy droplets hauntingly trailing their way home from the sky
like divine reprisal
the heavens cry the loss which will be remembered no more that is due.
no more that is due to the village folks strutting about
rejoicing the return of the weary warrior
and his dripping sword.
no more that is due to the chaste maiden weeping in the wet meadow
for her freedom is gained
and another one’s lost.
the weary warrior moves along the muddy path still
while the dripping drizzle heartens his tired soul
for he know that someone does weep for the life which has been forcibly and heartlessly taken that day
that warm day of april struck by lightning and thunder and fragile fury.
it is said that to slay a monster creates another
and to save a life a debt is repaid
for the cost of life
is a life still.
and yet the warrior moves along and does not weep
he’s coming home
and does not stop his heavy footfalls nor the beating of his erratic heart which has been yearning for it.
the fire will burn the remains of the day no more
but the fire was home too
the fire was life
and it has been extinguished.
the wary long-battled warrior is coming home through the cave and the meadow and the country path
for he has seen and lived it all and can never turn away from the scorching tear in his chest
and the village is his home no more.
the village is water and rain and it will not stop just like his tired steps
the whole world has sank away into the water
therefore the tired warrior does not return to the world
and instead he decides to return home.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 52
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
On your chosen road towards your noble destiny,
Your chosen road may look like a majestic peak,
You may not discover the familiar path from the below,
But there is consistently a possible path above the majestic peak,
You naturally need to climb and see properly by yourself!
On your chosen path you will typically encounter with those,
Who are positively a unholy and a dear saint, each and everyone will;
Naturally direct you diverging the path in many possible directions,
Towards your noble destiny, if you are mystified or undoubtedly lost
Then rest and hold your breath and listen politely to your noble heart!
Listen carefully towards your almighty creator who heartens your dear soul,
He, the specific one who certainly cause you walk, naturally make you climb;
And undoubtedly discover the unknown path above the majestic peaks,
Who divinely revealed the moral truth about the dear saint and wicked to you.
Carefully hold your faith firm and walk towards your noble destiny.
Remember keenly, every noble destiny promptly provide a direct path.
And every chosen path gratefully acknowledges an ultimate end.
Either it’s yours or mine!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
Oh yes I talk about trying, don't pardon me
Innocence has nothing to fear, this is what hardened me
Just quit man, give up, be the pawn in world chess these thought never cordon me
Rise for you may not reign, but rise for you may be right.. this is the lesson that gardened me
I was in the zone too, I still feel low at times, but I fought and will fight everytime, atleast now I know what my stardom is
Never counted much on anyone, because sometimes when did I got to know what the word phantom means
And trust me I do have dreadful nightmares, but i don't let them warden me
Because what's much bigger and brighter is my dream and the ones I want to live it with, that is what that heartens me
Over expectations, just like over exposure to light, gives you darkened s(K)in
Same people, same situation but different faces, learnt allotropes are not found in carbon only
Was down and low and in pieces, survived, now I am coming thundering for the win
Dream, travel, love, express, experience so the world knows you not just some iron molding
Everyone's at war, some fighting for glory, some voicing their story.. latter is how I unburden me
Miseries in abundance, it's HOPE that forms the basis of my ardent leap.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Praise to Modesto members
Of this radical society
This medicinal space
That tolls the bells of fellowship
And heartens creative release
Tribute to stalwart members
For each a cog
In a global clock
Turning its handles onward
Toward a loving world
Each a cyber tallow
Melting morsels of care
Keeping the wick of hope aflame
Each a feather
Of a mystical bird
Lifting its wings
To pleiades presents.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC