"leisures" poems
A view just before sunrise
Resembles like a sunset
But the difference is vast
As it is fills with a hope of rays
A view just before sunrise
Is well felt deep inside
When it starts to gleam
With its sun rays
A view just before sunrise
Is a blooming sun of rays
Which fill with bright lights
And make beautiful sights
A view just before sunrise
Is a view of hopes
Excited in full of vibes
With its vibrant colours
A view just before sunrise
Is a one more chance
Given to know the worth of lives
To live with full of senses
A view just before sunrise
Is to be grateful to God’s grace
To be a part of living miracles
Especially in this competitive eras
A view just before sunrise
Is enjoyed well when it rises
And when it rise to its bests
It seems as smiling at us
A view just before sunrise
Is a smiley face of sun
As of a blooming sunflower’s
With its joyful pleasures
A view just before sunrise
Is the waiting periods
To see the rising queen
Reflecting as golden eyes
A view just before sunrise
Is hope of new days
In its blessed paces
For every faces
A view just before sunrise
Helps to plan in advance
To utilise the opportunities
With its best ways
A view just before sunrise
May bless us to rise
With its immense cheers
So all can have its leisures
A view just before sunrise
Is the stipulated time frames
To harvest the best nuts
From the life’s tests
A view just before sunrise
Is to raise yourselves
To shine as jewel stones
As a sun in yourselves
A view just before sunrise
Is to enjoy the glory of living vibes To make best diamond from coals
So that it lustre in darks
A view just before sunrise
In nutshell, is a glorious shine
As a diamond kept in caves
To brighten the path of ways
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 8:04 PM UTC
Gold shed upon suckling gold,
The time of the bole blackens,
Of the dark mounted through dapple,
While in the sealed apple
The seed cradled toward cold.
A gold on gold spent,
Put by from an elm in its years
Now its gilded of days,
Over turf’s dishevelment;
Where all which is green sickens,
All the fresh shall be sere.
All which is green sickens,
And it is but for a time
Those embered veinings blaze
A year’s delirium;
Or neared of other space,
Unportioned azure shall close
One of more, and which is,
One which goes.
Let the little pupils that will,
Of vision, gaze for salt
To whet their gazing, wit
In one weather is high
From burrow and lair, by
Nether providences’ default
An all’s accrued.
And apposite, beyond
Such primer beholdings, has
Its long accounting known
The beetle’s morsel thus
Was rich, and the slug’s bed on
The oak’s generations, deep
Over the lark’s bones.
In slough of Edens fast
Wit in one weather shall stand,
While millennia nibble at
The sensual apple
Toppled it net,
Plenty in the palm of the hand,
And the fallen not fallen, not lost
From out its certitude—
For our unbeggaring
Has been gross. Few and late
To cherish an immoderate
Wish, hope’s calculus,
Love’s hope; few to miss,
From natural tally ******
In the lime-girdled space
Of choice, where alone
Man can abandon what
Is only his own;
And in cold and tarrying
Their rearisers sleep:
While to the granite cheek
Light’s purples bring
Infinite their ministering,
And past our finial
And ragged crests, to keep
Time’s ambient stood,
Propose horizons from
Their shadowy quarries; while,
In an unwandered wood,
Or under the indifferent foot,
Is let fall, let fall a fruit,
Through eternal leisures down,
For but time’s unravelling.
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Cloud of smoke rising above
Revelation of joyous tranquility
A stir within the belly stiffening
A grafitti smiled, you lived within
A mouth stitched, heart un-sutured
Constrained by the apathy you bear
Consolidated in tethered pastures
A stare of silence vigorously imbues
A pleasure to meet your selfish leisures
Hear the voices rattling in throned castles
Run encircling the failed soul games
Good luck from one, another, a mother
I was bred as a hybrid alien, a predictor
Take these words and run, jog on
Your palms saturated with energy
Leave the magic and gallop with horses
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
her right handed face reclines
and peers at me from the shadowy
recesses of her distressed mind
wrapped now in the silken leisures of
forgetfulness and surrounded
by the christmas thin dream illusion
purchased at great price to define yourself by
mere reflections of a perceived past
like living today through a photograph of childhood
mold your nature to the template but its plastic features
are brittle with the cautions your heart throws and
reproachs seen in all avenues of egress
her leashed thoughts are chained to the premise
that she cannot overcome the troubles that shadow her life
so that she move in concentric circles around my last dealt words
she peers from behind this set of thoughts and
with all that inner noise clouding her vision i must navigate
the perilous waters uncharted
she means much to me so i step with mindful care
lest her defensive pattern flee with her like
a bundled child up a dark road with fearful glances
for the great unknown some rough beast in rabid pursuit
that is in reality's harsh light nothing more than
shadow of childhood trauma
i sit at the emergence of her thoughts and wait for her to follow
spoken is trailed by felt
spoken can be constrained and recanted
but what is felt is a woman's temple and that
should not be breached with a light foot
she appears from underneath her veil of tears
and my hand clasping hers reaches her need
where no words to say would suffice
i am yours and yours alone
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
this narrative has had its wear and tear
down to the last page that slips effortlessly off the book
pulling back strings to fit the ending
live action marionette
indulging in countless ways to flee
how could I ever?
eyes like a hawk vigourously watching over me
planning to escape is mind altering
hearts injecting blood a million miles per second
hold my breath as the goosebumps trickle under my spine
fingers twitching with rage
it's time to break out of this cage
sweat seeps off my face
leaving a line of dirt
momentarily, battle scars
I knew this day would come
just sooner than expected
but what did I expect?
existing, just barely
imprisoned in this jest of reality
caught between the societies realm of a fantasy
or breaking the barriers and taking a leap
numerous routes that divide into alternating states
yet the predominant remains
intimidation haunts me
crowding my thoughts
I always thought hell existed deep in my mentality
these dark memories combating to come to the surface
until one day I blinked and realized
hell is neighboring me
hell is leisures from the past that overstays their welcome
hell is energy deteriorating in souls you've attached to
hell is being starved of communication
hell is the strings penetrating your every move
hell is receiving no feedback from the energy you put out
hell is taking your last breath every day just to wake up to the same old ********
hell is repeating "go f### yourself", and its never going to stop
left for dead
in dire need of an escape
this is me sending a signal
sos, ... save me
planning this scheme for too long takes a toll on my soul
confusing reality with a dream
is this authentic or a figment of my imagination
am I hallucinating?
waited ages for an escape
overwhelmed over things I have no command over
will this justify the end?
and leave no cliffhangers to deal with repercussions
that is my chaotic life
an arrogant scenario to arise from
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
The hollow comfort is your ideal state.
When nothing’s lacking or wholly great.
You’re too unhappy to fall behind,
and too content to change.
The small pleasures are the world,
and the societal ‘leisures’ are no longer your mask.
The ecstasy is the excitement. The looming
joy, the ideal and the desired are all it takes to tip you.
It’s a rare and tainted feeling,
where your mind is in the warm clouds, and your feet
are reluctantly rooted to the cold concrete.
It’s easy for the dream to melt into ash and dust,
and once this goes amiss,
you plummet into the gaping abyss,
and the things you cared about before
are already nothing because you’ve tasted much more.
You can’t even see the precipice from amongst the rocks.
A shattered statute shadow. What were you like before?
You can chase it back and do it again.
You know you can climb.
You know it.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
You wonder all day what you are doing with your life
You have no job, no money, but time
Time, you were wondering what you are doing with your life
Early morning, you think of doing some stuff today
But your daily errands took all your leisures away
And when dusk knock on your door at its time
Time, you were wondering what you are doing with your life
So you went out, just to cool off your head
End up taking a **** or two with some of your friend
Then you come back home on your time
Time, you were wondering what you are doing with your life
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
The mountain piercing through the cloud
warm volcanic rock
quietly sleeping in it's shroud
this mordant hidden clock
Dormant and alone
she clutches to the centre
inhabitants understand her goal
she is no longer their tormenter
Rugged and timeless the mount appears
exuding a natural calm
serene are the sweet tears
as if she's reading psalms
From my silvery bird I see her
beckoning me from the skies
her message is very clear
never telling any lies
The landmark I have come to love
promising many leisures
the people, the life, I see above
exulting many treasures
Landing I know I am home
reunited with mount Tiede
never leaving her alone
her tentacles always find me
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
This be the Final Day I shake your Hand
Then meet the Calmer Diplomat you brought
To just Reach Out; And try to Understand
How my Skills for Finer Efforts have wrought
Though, as Proofed, are Numbers you would Believe
So ask my Higher Boss which Plan I'll take
Will constrict my Leisures; As many percieve
The Bull-Horned Adviser my Peers forsake
So that if my Laboured Spirits be Tamed
And share to your Better Business allot
Will sharpen my Picture; Then Talents famed
Behind the Blue Eagle's Black Eggs forgot.
That Excelled you are, as Cell's Values come
Would make my Mark; As the Best Agent done.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Time is.
Time takes.
Time lives.
Time has beauty only seen in moments of its existence
Time is the unknown
repeating routines of its experiences.
Day-by-Day
Minute-by-Minute
wonder surrounding time,
giving moments, expanding existence.
Leisures linger in wonder.
Grasping moments.
Time is.
Time takes.
Time gives.
Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 5:11 PM UTC
give me this, i swear to god
written on this sharp emblazoned sword
i’ll give you my world in exchange for yours
spoken freely through enraging chords
if you do mine, then i’ll do yours
not in half measures, we’re changing laws
got lots of grip for such poor baby paws
just read my lips, my god **** worthy cause
give me this, my only god
give me one chance, one approving nod
i’ll give you my words in exchange for yours
hoping freely for game changing thoughts
if you change mine, then i’ll change yours
not in half measures, no lies in the court
no theft of things that can just be bought
through worthy work, i am your worthy cause
give me peace in my own mind
give me the me that i left behind
and within me i think that you’ll find
ancient treasures that need a remind
long lost pleasures of a human kind
no half measures of new spoken rhyme
playful leisures that don’t cross the line
now you’ll get yours, i’m more yours than mine
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
There's an ache in my body
No its not pain
- The bindings imposed by a lazy morning
Ah! All efforts are vain
I hate clumsy
But I cant deny its pleasures
It's a sinful indulgence
Saturday morning leisures
I cling on to my sleep
Like ***** lovers embrace
Still tasting my dreams
As its dark sweetness slowly pales
The light waits on my window
Its whispers make the curtains glow
Ah! but I have a "waking up" to do
Must start steady and go slow
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Our mongrel hearts are born inside the sun
yet the pleasures of solitude are greater
i engulf ten leisures of life, in a bar
then think this, your attire enough to make me sane
then insane enough for your limbs, transforming
regardless of life or the prices of love & whiskey
I am these days as i work in an office
where the birds pour & pour
or near a Pluto named fire
my head glows redder than my dog's tongue
since all religions are made by flesh
and the only one i see is yours.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
i love her
i love her with all my heart
the feeling i get when im next to her is impeccable
she feeds my soul
she enriches me
she fuels me
shes my muse
my energy
my vibe
my health
i love her
she treats me well
she knows how to take care of me
she knows how to take care of how i act
she feels for me
she feels for how i feel
she understands my emotions
she reciprocates my emotions with empathy
she calms me
soothes me
leisures me
tranquilizes me
i love her with all my heart
seeing her makes my heart jump
talking with her makes my heart beat faster
thinking of her makes my heart skip a beat
hugging her makes my heart want jump out of my chest and into her arms
shes my joy
my happiness
my calmness
my fire
my soul
my passion
my desire
my freedom
my liberty
my safe haven
my elysian field
she completes me
i love her being
flabbergasted by her angelic face
her beautiful smooth face
her big round eyes
her small beautiful nose
her smooth chiseled cheeks
her round edgy luscious hypnotizing lips
her soft aromatic polished hair
her radiating alluring charming smile
her pleasureful infectious blissful laugh
her curvy dainty mezmerising body
i love herself
enticed by her intricate brain
seduced by her sagacious thinking
engulfed by her cogent notions
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 7:23 PM UTC
Myabe tomorrow will be a different kind of day, something that may catch me by surprise, that will give me the most joyous sense of content
It will happen with unexpected grace, a day that may be filled with happiness and grace, something that will come as a sunrise among the clouds
I don’t wish for something of lavish action, nothing within the realms of grandiose, no requirement to have a vein of amazement
Tranquility and peace are something that would be nice, simple leisures that the birds always enjoy, that the deer in the forest enjoy in twilight
Maybe this is something that will happen tomorrow
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC