"requital" poems
I never could quite imagine the day
When a creature quite as wry and presumptuous
Would break so serendipitously.
She lay ruptured in the desultory plantation
The Stygian colour of her fur rebelled against the sage of the contiguous earth
And her eyes mimicked nothing but the pain that consumed her current thoughts.
Her body was transfixed in an inert trance
The fur on her hunched spine quavered in a subdued zephyr
Quiet insecurities were hid well in her tranquil pained state.
The moon intently watched me
Waiting for me to alleviate the agonized entity
But solicitousness was blank in my frozen psyche.
The moonlight pierced the fox with intimacy
I grimaced in the realization I had failed the universe
With my perennial void mind broken in vain.
The fox gathered some stoicism
The blessing of the moon granted requital
As the fox proceeded to maul my perception.
I accepted my retribution with ratification
As I was the soul who violated the creature
A skirmish that clung to grandeur.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC
Trump is more justice than Mohamad
Trump took money from Arab nations
Because they had money they don't deserve
He hated Muslims and released his shout
Islam is responsible for any killing occurred
Mosques is the cells for terrorist
Mohamad is the prophet of Islam
Mohamad old nation hated the new religion Islam
As it equalized between the slaves and Masters
It equalized between black and colors people
When one of Mohamad' friends swore another one
The first was white one
Another was black one
He swore with the son of the black
Mohamad got angry and talked
He told that one to apologize
The man turned and put his cheek
Under the another foot and swore
He would not get up until he put his foot over his cheek
They got up, hung and cried
Mohamad invited to new religion
His nation hated him
They put a plot
They had gathered and waited
Mohamad was known as the faith and the honest
His enemies of his nations put the valuable things to Mohamad
They put a plot to **** him
They planned and they decided
There is another power who planned
God told him and cared
In spite of taking the valuable things as requital and revenge
He ordered his cousin to sleep at his bed
As a sort of deceive and to have time to get
Out
They were forty of most trained knights
Carrying strong swords
God put sleep over them
Mohamad crossed between them
They invited all Arabs to **** them
When Badr battle occurred
His enemies were strong
They were also a lot
One their leaders said
We will go as a trip
Sing, dance, eat meat
Then defeat Mohamad
If Arab nations heard that
They fear of us
The winds blew against the desire
They were defeated
After the battle finished
Mohamad had kind heart
Who had money payed for his freedom to be happened
Who had not
He learnt ten of Muslim how to read and write
At this battle one of his friends
Had his sword been pieced
He went to the prophet
Telling him that he had any sword
Mohamad had no sword except his sword
He took a branch of tree lied
He gave it with his bless
The man took without wonder or amaze
He shocked the branch at air in strong
The branch became a strong sword
He still used it
Till his dead
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
After, I said goodbye: to my yesterday tears
The sun shifted away from the lemon trees
In requital of my leaving my yesterday behind
Was it a sign, was it my imagination?
I remember their eyes, I remember the tears
I remember their touch, I remember their
Style, Diction, Tone, and Voice
which never faded from my mind
I love you, I love you, I love them
and I knew I loved their shameless plug
However, my shameless heart,
and baring soul wanted more,
but never to be their soul mates,
I wanted to be free,
I wanted the other side of fear,
I wanted the other side of fear to rise up with me.
For the wonderful ladies, who loved them for me?
Keep on loving them,
you need them more than I do………
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
My words, devoid of meaning, are
scratches in the absence of creation, are
tides influencing the oceans of existence
to wash away the footsteps of
yesterday's misguided directions,
to drown out the deafening silences
with the sound of crashing cascades.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if you ever think of me and, if so,
How you manage to brush me from your thoughts
And dream of someone else (I know I never could).
Vagrant minds procure no solace but in love, and
Only in its fair requital. Alas...
Nothing’s ever meant so much to me.
No one’s ever occupied my mind for
Every passing moment of my empty days.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
not sure if you quite know
how much you mean to me
maybe you don't
and you're oblivious to
the hurricane you cause
in my brain
is that why we are
so far apart?
or maybe you do
perhaps you've seen
this hurricane
the strange brew of emotions
that only appear for you
and it scared you away
no matter the requital
(or lack thereof)
you're still the water
that fuels my wind
my love for you is this hurricane
and i've always loved the thrill
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
To-day we have repetition of parts.
Yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow morning.
but to-day, To-day we have the repetition of parts.
While spies under the guise of dark, disguise our art.
To-day we have the repetition of parts.
To-day we have retaliation of their arts, yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow; mourning.
But to-day, to-day we have replication of parts.
Bright minds might find a start, but requital is the name of our art.
To-day we have a revenge on our part.
To-day we have the reappropriation of purple hearts,
yesterday we had yesterday,
and the morrows sorrow follow furrowed brows on our enemies part.
Harrowing barrows and gallows are swallowed, by the dark.
Redundancy is a common commodity of ours.
To-day we have a thorough reconnaissance of our purplish hearts, yesterday will bring young blood to further our course.
to-day we will re-vitalize their wars, and re-cycle their arms.
We will retaliate, for every heart they have scarred.
To-night we will light up the dark. Insha’Allah.
To-night we have reciprocation of parts; re-coil; re-load; re-align reticle,
re-coil; re-load; re-align reticle; re-coil; re-load; rinse and re-peat.
a place of peace seems preposterously far,
as we keep firing into the dark.
To-day we have reciprocation of parts.
To-day we have repetition of parts.
Yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow morning.
but to-day, To-day we have the repetition of parts.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
The flower of love I will let go//
to unfold in the wind//
to blossom elsewhere//
All has been said//
None have been true//
Walls and towers built//
over a hundred wood crosses//
Flowing velvet worn to rugged//
Snatched away by life and death//
this doesn't feel like home anymore//
this isn't my home//
Desperation holds the nostrils shut//
& ***** the air out of our lungs//
We settle for none// and love even less//
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Still sky you’ve heard the cry,
Heaven echoing with its drums;
Sound of the drizzling in the dark,
Stealthy, quavering drops so bright,
Lifts my soul so high and light.
The ground covered in moonlight
Soft strokes of the gentle sky.
The clouds cluster to bring Elysium the paradise-so nigh!
Colourless light shimmer in the trees
Soft spoken as she, receives life
her requital, the languishing liaison.
dye these strands of uncertainty,
dreary drapes of misery
gargoyles to love, life and eulogy
a fortune to all those who live in this moment
the one who hears this silent symphony,
the one who witnesses this meeting
when eyes are covered dark and sightless
when the silent drops ushers into the vials of nature
tears and the night’s sonata covering the divide
where earth meets the sky, iridescent black covering our eyes
when two sundry solitude entities attains unity-
when all was dark.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
That was my goodbye--
My way of telling you
I woke up from my daydream,
And I am tired of waiting--
That I'm done pretending,
And that love I've had was not never ending.
That goodbye I sent to you,
It was a gift for you and me--
For your sensibility, and for my liberty,
For your acceptance, and for my remission.
And ever since that day--
The day I said farewell to you,
Even the days when I've been thinking it through--
All I wanted was to relieve myself of that despondence,
Then to make you lament
Your acceptance of my goodbye.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
they came from the woods equipped with vindictive teeth
and they ripped my skin off and my internal organs
they scattered ubiquitously and left me for dead
but i am no mortal, i am a god of my own design,
and i will take my retribution on them from the woods.
i drag my body through the thorny bushes and sticks
and up the hills and down the valleys as mountains tremble
to the ground and fall as pebbles from the stormy sky
and my claws dig deeper into the soft belly of the earth
and she screams in agony at this **** of her soil.
i drink from the river and find shelter in a dead horse
and lay its still warm organs where my organs were before
and there i sleep until the sun appears and again i drag
this useless body as forenoon becomes afternoon becomes e’en.
a starry sky offers itself to me but i cannot navigate
with this pallid tepid light illuminating nothing of this environ,
so morning again i drag and i drag this sack of skin and bones
and my teeth chatter in the cold and my breath becomes angels
and they dance for my amusement as i continue up broken hills
and there before me is the city of a thousand lights
siren calling me towards her open arms and seedy *****
and i roll down this steep escarpment and paralyse my hands
as i grab these rocks so jagged like mica or quartz or flint
and now my hands are gashed wide open and blood
smears the path i took but that does not matter because
my enemy lies before me in this city of a thousand lights,
a city that refuses to sleep to man or beast or godlike dead.
i slide unseen into a school and wait in a closet until the morn
when all the children fresh from adventures as robin hood
and his merry men running wild and rampant in the woods,
who found me sleeping and with their army of vicious teeth,
they ripped my skin off and threw my internal organs away
and now i lie in wait for them so i can cut off their skins
and i can disperse their internal organs everywhere
because you don’t disturb the gentle slumber of a tired godman
and don’t expect the godthing not to succumb to blind rage,
so as i lie here and imagine all the horrible things i will do,
i cannot help but laugh a laugh of a beast on the cliffedge of death
but i will always get my requital and **** what needs to be killed.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC