"unabating" poems
Noon had barely finished his circuit
when I engaged the Sun in conversation,
wondering if her healing rays were a golden ode to pain?
Abruptly interrupted;
shirts' silk thread dripping displeasure,
at the sudden moistness of its condition.
In return and in much the same verbal position,
I chided this thread,
intoxicated with sticky saline libation,
much less for the distraction
as opposed to the - parley intrusion,
citing;
“My dear shirt it’s impolite to gravitate beyond one's social inclusion”
Instinctively,
back and fingers joined this spoken foray
distancing themselves in unison
from the sozzled garments' argument.
Arching and pulling away,
his company no longer entreated,
whatever beauty he had,
now lost,
in his present
dis - position.
In agreement and sunshine unabating,
I attempted to continue our once lovely conversation.
But she;
her glow unwaning,
had moved on,
no longer finding such small talk entertaining.
© Qwey.ku
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
To Gods acre caught in the storm
Of the angels immolation harried
Like welcome strangers to the feast of
The good shepherd, the world
The flesh, the devil take the hindemost
Vigilantly stalking Earthly tears
Encrusted jewels upon Hells vestment,
The harbinger of death wearing a garland
Of skulls fashioned off of Heavens tomb
Splendiferously graven upon lonelinesses
Stoop spirited as shooting stars the
Pitched candles of sovereignties saintly hands
Resting between lives enlightening the broken
Lamp of truth purging the liasing humours of
Illuminous damnation unfrocking priests
Under colour of nothingness epitomising
Faiths elixer yonder the gate of unfoldenment
Breaking butterflies on the wheel
Of rightousness unabating delving the vale
Deciduously to show the cloven hoof woe betide
The levity of Man Friday billowing in the
Teeth of the wind.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 1:18 PM UTC
No more for you the city's thorny ways,
The ugly corners of the ***** belt;
The miseries and pains of these harsh days
By you will never, never again be felt.
No more, if still you wander, will you meet
With nights of unabating bitterness;
They cannot reach you in your safe retreat,
The city's hate, the city's prejudice!
'Twas sudden--but your menial task is done,
The dawn now breaks on you, the dark is over,
The sea is crossed, the longed-for port is won;
Farewell, oh, fare you well! my friend and lover.
1.6k
In a throbbing coccon seized by ablazen web
thou viscid meanders woven by an unabating tempest
then hoarded in a rapture... by the sylph of the sands.
Rising rider, captive of an upwind sail
meadowy sky lover, worshipper of the ephemeral
fettered Why mooring the eluding eons to a transfixed now
as if the twined dreams of a wayfarer,
nomad of the seas, the sands and the skies
trapped in an ethereal time warp.
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:10 AM UTC
I'm gonna try,
And I'm gonna fail.
Then I'm gonna try, try, try,
And I'll try again.
I'm gonna lose,
Time and again.
But, I'm gonna keep playing, baby,
Because someday I'll win.
The longer it takes,
The sweeter it will taste.
The prize is the flavor,
And it's love that I'll savor.
So, if you brush me aside,
Just know I'll be waiting,
My patience, enduring
And love, unabating.
My faith, my desire,
Knows no limitations.
You'll know me one day,
Meanwhile, no lamentations.
As rises the sun,
With certain precision,
And shine do the stars,
Through the vast expansion,
I'll be just like clockwork,
I won't let you down.
When you need someone be to be there,
Know I'll be around.
I sorta needed you, baby.
I kinda wanted you, dear.
I hoped you would call on me,
When you wanted someone near.
I guess it wasn't my time,
And maybe he's who you want.
It's sad that you gave in
To his virtueless vaunt.
These grapes are not sour.
They are sweet on the vine.
My love in undaunted.
Still, here I wait.
I wish that he could make you happy.
He doesn't have what it takes.
The moment you know that,
Then know I await.
From under the viaducts,
And the shadows beyond the stage,
Behind heavy curtains,
Let my love asage.
You know we should crash like the cymbal.
You know we should anger the Sea.
You know that the sky should rumble
In praise of our unity.
I'll keep thinking that I'm next to you,
Cause sometimes thinking is all a man can do.
I'll long for your embrace,
If you would only give me grace,
I would give my world to you.
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 12:01 AM UTC
Keeping you as my secret
As though the world unknowing
Is infinitely empowering
Like the Mona Lisa smiling
Her gaze perpetrating
Knowing thoughts discerning
Never disclosing yet ever imparting
Secrets untelling
Keeping you guessing and searching
For an inevitable unveiling
Yearning unabating
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
Come to think of it,
the human existence
is full of unabating
obstacles that make
it quite impossible
to traverse without
stumbling and falling
through the cracks.
But that’s the beauty
of it, I guess.
And if you look
closely enough,
that’s where some
of the hardiest things
grow...
...through the cracks.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
whats iraq got that syria hasnt?
whats the difference between them
and afghanistan?
whos deciding one deserves help
and the other doesnt?
how much more ******* carnage must we see
before well lend a hand?
or are you waiting til debating votes and ratings
lets you know which path your taking
meanwhile the genocidal wrath is unabating
like another bosnia
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
You say we’re in love,
you say it’s forever…a hundred years to be precise,
yet here I sit, alone with the wonder of insincerity
He says we’re in love…
or rather he said we were,
That’s in the past
Messages exchanged were dripping
with admiration and joy,
Daily reminders of love dwindled to
daily, weekly, monthly… gone
“I love you” was something I was too used to hearing,
took for granted even… and now?
you won’t even respond to a simple hello
you can’t blame me to think our love has met it’s end
When your gut is in tangles,
writhing like snakes, your tongue inundated with the bitterness of dread,
There’s a reason people say to trust your gut… and here I am,
with the unabating feeling that something’s gone terribly wrong
Many would say its emotional abuse, yet I can’t seem to notice that trend…
He’s making a game of your emotions, they say,
yet here I stay
I’ll be waiting in this silence forever,
waiting for a call that never comes…
waiting with a love that’s been forgotten
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
You rose gently this morning
As if wanting to ease me into the day.
I watched your slow-burn rise
Gifting me a kaleidoscope sky:
Reds, Greens, Yellows and Golds,
As befits a celestial Emperor
Whose power basks in its own brilliant light.
But you knew I was watching your daily coronation.
Was it your plan to make it so memorable?
Or was it a self-fulfilling prophecy?
Did I choose this day subconsciously
As the day of my life's blossoming...
Fruit overspilling,
Wine glass brimming.
Now, with our day underway
My joy is unabating.
Your radiance infectious warming my soul.
What will the rest of your tenure gift me?
I am where I want to be,
I am who I want to be,
Dearest Sun, please do not set on me.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Blue etchings fill the sky
Rain falls when it starts to cry
Clouds like pillows in the landscape
Watching this painting is our only escape
Cool, calm, collected
This sustained color presented
Shapes our lives to be less aggressive
The infinite freedom conquered the repressive
Orange and red signals an end
This prominent transition we recommend
As change is needed to evolve
So that our unabating problems can resolve
The night sky now shines black
Present until the sun comes back
The shimmering stars on the dark curtain
Asking onlookers if their dreams are certain
The sun greets the sky in red-orange light
Signaling the world to wake up to the morning bright
The sky revolves around night and day
Offering those to gaze at its relaxing bay
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
serenades of decimation,
that prickle the breath,
verses of executions that leave,
life unabating,
free sonnets that frays the mind,
cantos of butchery that steal the morals,
trepidation that tempts the soul,
and hand of carnage,
harmony that haunts the heart,
songs that melt the essence,
homicide,
destruction that undoes the identity,
a production that speaks,
stanza's that ****
by scarlet rose
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
I drink my coffee black.
I hate it.
But thats how you drink it.
Always reminds me of that time in the coffee shop,
too nervous to ask for cream or sugar,
so I drank it anyways,
your presence made it tolerable.
Now that black coffee is all I have left,
and my days are spent with your eyes peering out of my cup.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
A good night kiss,
He asked it so,
A seed of love was planted.
In fertile ground,
Midst passion's night,
Childhood now abandoned.
Let dreams run wild,
Like vines will climb,
The pulse of hearts are beating.
Yet hold your hopes,
T'was just by chance,
This seed, too new, not yielding.
But there it stayed,
A hidden jewel,
This precious seedling waiting.
The night now tender,
But ground still fertile,
Its love flowers unabating.
JLC
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
the calm that escapes me
waits for a space in the cloud
unabating
patient now
breaking down
building
creating
destroying and remaking
my mind up
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC