Ancient Poetry, My Dear Friend (Morning Tots) #Sharon

Shall I say this Ancient Poetry,

I LOVE YOU…

Dear Friend,

At this junction,

There is a need for new introduction,

I painfully see myself as a messenger of justification,

Note, we know in part,

We also prophesy in part,

Rumors are pieces of the truth,

Facts are pieces of logic behind the truth,

Life is a mandate,

Discover it yourself,

Silence is a prophesy,

Interpret it yourself,

As much as I would desire to have you by my side all my life,

It is as much as I need to let you go at the moment,

You are not ready,

You don’t see the BIG PICTURE,

Neither are you ready to put the pieces together,

We need to be together,

Yet, it is a dangerous assumption for me,

To think that that today,

You have grasped he best iota of the parable I am explaining,

But listen to this one thing,

Her opera sings of it like a prophecy,

That I will one day find that someone,

She is not perfect,

But she is in a presect line,

Ready for work,

Ready for pain,

Ready for sacrifice,

Where lies your strength?

She’s got the guts!

Surely,

The Glory can’t elude her!

She will reign,

But when I look into the mirror,

Your face turns up.

My darling, brace up,

Look yonder, not farther,

See better, not best,

Embrace this pain,

Surely for your gain,

You are a child that will live with wealth till old age…

Your grace is divergent,

Stop this tempting insurgents,

Be joined to my allegiant,

Let us rule these rebellious generation with a rod of iron and back them up with love.

Shall I Say this Ancient Poetry…

I LOVE YOU…

#Davelstots

#DearFriend

#Sharon

THE BECKONING OF LIFE, THE BEGINNING (Poetry)

The Beckoning of Life,

That silver age of fortune?

No! that silver age of work,

What work?

What value?

What currency?

What end?

What means?

The Beckoning of life…

The Beginning,

Life,

Her troubles,

Man born of woman,

Is born of few days,

And filled with many troubles,

This is only the beginning!

The Beckoning of Life,

Life is a race

At this pace

You better be brace

Tie your shoe lace

Straighten your face

Let laughter fade

For such is the face of grace

The beginning,

The Beckoning of Life,

The truth

The root

Be mute

Shhhhshhhhhhh!

SILENCE IS A PROPHECY

Words are the years

Time is the mother of them all

The joy of many wise men

The Beckoning of Life

The Beginning…

#davelspoetry

#lifesbeckoning

THE BECKONING OF LIFE, THE BEGINNING

Poetry

The Beckoning of Life, The Beginning…

The series of torture,

The beckoning of life,

The podium of realities,

The beckoning of life,

The intrigue of nature,

The beginning of sorrows,

You have not seen anything yet,

You don’t know what trouble is,

Who are you?

The everyday question,

Such as questions your guts,

Your existence,

No guts,

No glory,

No love lost,

No love found,

That moment of comparison,

The shadow of despise,

All the hours of stink,

The stench,

What aroma is delighted from you,

Life at her best Is your worst nightmare,

Life at her conquest,

This is your victory,

The beckoning of life.

BEFORE BED, Lines of Frustration (Poetry)

This is the picture of Frustration in the Fun most loveable way.

Been quite a long day for me and just when I thought it should end in the best possible way I had thought, just then, some mechanical faults from the Generator begins to unleash…In this part of the world, our Electrical Power Company have the tradition of ceasing electricity at will for one reason or the other, therefore, generator is always our best option…so you might not just know my pain when this power goes off for hours and even days…

I dare not complain when I have my blog to share it with in a poetical manner…

Before Bed,

Before Sunrise again,

The hours past,

They did pass,

Like into oblivion,

I dare not take a time travel,

To view what,

The Past,

The Present is filled up,

So also the Future,

Surely with hope,

But the Frustration mounts,

She mounts her hills,

She bruised my heel,

I returned to see,

On the sea,

The horses drown,

Frustrated to swim,

On the waves of the proud ocean,

This is my reflection before bed,

I am grateful,

And my complain is optimistic,

I can’t be frustrated,

But her lines falls,

Surely they fall,

Unlike her thoughts towards me,

They fall upon me in pleasant places,

Such that, all things work together for my good…

#davelstots