Submissions by Lamjhnsn1 (FREe African King)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've written for many years now. On and off. To the level of one who does write on and off. I always come back to this wonderful art form. Here, to grow, share and enjoy the artistry of others.
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is disruption!
A time to come, & possibility....
Today is ladened, & waste.
What a ruin, I've made!
Blocks, that are toothed....
Have caused me to stumble.
But, tomorrow is prospect.
The 'morrow is undried....& unsettled.
Hope is unbridled, & unwed!
Yesterday is faded, & small.
To that which towered over....
To whatever posed a threat, yesterday....
It now lie in state.
The day before this, is a devoured ghost.
A time to come, & possibility....
Today is ladened, & waste.
What a ruin, I've made!
Blocks, that are toothed....
Have caused me to stumble.
But, tomorrow is prospect.
The 'morrow is undried....& unsettled.
Hope is unbridled, & unwed!
Yesterday is faded, & small.
To that which towered over....
To whatever posed a threat, yesterday....
It now lie in state.
The day before this, is a devoured ghost.
#hope
#inspirational
#motivational #TimeHeals
#motivational #TimeHeals
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Remnants
Like falling back in time,
& landing on soft memory.
I remember....
My recollection smiles....
Having salvaged the meaningful remnants.
& landing on soft memory.
I remember....
My recollection smiles....
Having salvaged the meaningful remnants.
#emotions
#happiness
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Train (Revised)
Metal against steel.
Fiery carbon, for tracks, hot rolled.
That distant bolt of light, spreads it's blinding sheath, on it's horizontal climb.
It's far-off whistle, becomes a horn, nearer now.
Sudden turns, are negotiation.
Rumbling becomes rhythm....an axel, hitting it's stride.
A fire bellows, at "her" base....
Swelled metal hips.... swaying....
The night sky, is turned grey, with determination.
Grinding to a stop....
The air is acrid with exhaust....but "she" untired.
Fiery carbon, for tracks, hot rolled.
That distant bolt of light, spreads it's blinding sheath, on it's horizontal climb.
It's far-off whistle, becomes a horn, nearer now.
Sudden turns, are negotiation.
Rumbling becomes rhythm....an axel, hitting it's stride.
A fire bellows, at "her" base....
Swelled metal hips.... swaying....
The night sky, is turned grey, with determination.
Grinding to a stop....
The air is acrid with exhaust....but "she" untired.
#determination
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#motivational
#women
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Train
Metal against steel.
Fiery carbon, made to go over tracks, hot rolled.
That distant bolt of light, spreads a blinding sheath, as it rolls on.
It's far-off whistle, becomes a horn, drawing closer....
Sharp curves, are intense negotiations.
Rumbling grows rhythmic, as an axel reaches stride.
A fire bellows, swelling the air with exhaust, & grey determination.
The blackened sky, is turned golden with it's smokestack lightning.
Squealing, like a second wind, & grinding to a stop....
Having finally arrived.
Fiery carbon, made to go over tracks, hot rolled.
That distant bolt of light, spreads a blinding sheath, as it rolls on.
It's far-off whistle, becomes a horn, drawing closer....
Sharp curves, are intense negotiations.
Rumbling grows rhythmic, as an axel reaches stride.
A fire bellows, swelling the air with exhaust, & grey determination.
The blackened sky, is turned golden with it's smokestack lightning.
Squealing, like a second wind, & grinding to a stop....
Having finally arrived.
#inspirational
#motivational
#strength
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Finality
Much Chaos!
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#hurt
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My Blue
My blue is not melancholy....
Rather, it's cleansing, Muddy Waters.
My blue is not lonely....
It's solice, from the (tireless) multitude.
My blue is not angry....
Instead, rejuvenated calm.
My blue is rebellious....
As malcontent as it is hypocrite.
My blue is human....
As alive as my frailty.
My blue is Spiritual....
As loyal as faith.
Rather, it's cleansing, Muddy Waters.
My blue is not lonely....
It's solice, from the (tireless) multitude.
My blue is not angry....
Instead, rejuvenated calm.
My blue is rebellious....
As malcontent as it is hypocrite.
My blue is human....
As alive as my frailty.
My blue is Spiritual....
As loyal as faith.
#emotions
#happiness
#hope
#inspirational
#motivational
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the rabBIT hole
Down into the hollow....
Where no one else will follow.
Where no one else will know.
Somewhere deeper than below.
That's where you'll find me.... grasping!
Within me, my Spiritual self, gasping....
For the real me, & for air....
But time, & again there is nobody, & there is nothing there.
That's when I start to free fall.
That's when I can hear my God, beginning to call.
But I've abandoned "nearly" all control....
Traveling once more, down that same old rabBIT hole.
Down into the...
Where no one else will follow.
Where no one else will know.
Somewhere deeper than below.
That's where you'll find me.... grasping!
Within me, my Spiritual self, gasping....
For the real me, & for air....
But time, & again there is nobody, & there is nothing there.
That's when I start to free fall.
That's when I can hear my God, beginning to call.
But I've abandoned "nearly" all control....
Traveling once more, down that same old rabBIT hole.
Down into the...
#dark
#death
#evil
#suffering
#temptation
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Indulge
He indulges,
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
#frustration
#God
#prayer #shame
#prayer #shame
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Here Comes (The Night)
Here comes the night, with it's deep black.
Deeper than the moons far side.
Here it comes, with both daylight, & prospect at it's back.
Where, for a time, surely doubt, will preside.
Here comes the night, with it's variances, in the dark....
Here it comes, dead colors, jumping in the hushed....
The tipping, where evils embark.
Where a glimmer lifted up, is crushed.
Here comes the night, with it's dooming question.
Here it comes, at will, just at the speed of light.
Sealed at both reaches, with a kind of cognitive congestion. ...
Deeper than the moons far side.
Here it comes, with both daylight, & prospect at it's back.
Where, for a time, surely doubt, will preside.
Here comes the night, with it's variances, in the dark....
Here it comes, dead colors, jumping in the hushed....
The tipping, where evils embark.
Where a glimmer lifted up, is crushed.
Here comes the night, with it's dooming question.
Here it comes, at will, just at the speed of light.
Sealed at both reaches, with a kind of cognitive congestion. ...
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
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Serenity
It's the calm,
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
#fate
#responsibility
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Silken Cheeks
Silken cheeks, beneath my fingers....
A mildness, (glimpsing) that softly lingers.
Urban chic.
A natural stream, a rolling creek.
A golden reflection.
A sun bathed complexion.
Lips, that long for the press....
Of hands, like stones....that acquiesce.
Of hands, like rocks, gentle though,
That the breadth of her, might they go.
And persists still, a days full turn,
That might only, the gloom adjourn.
Those Nights taken, with gazing wonder....
Hearts of lust, & clouds with thunder.
...
A mildness, (glimpsing) that softly lingers.
Urban chic.
A natural stream, a rolling creek.
A golden reflection.
A sun bathed complexion.
Lips, that long for the press....
Of hands, like stones....that acquiesce.
Of hands, like rocks, gentle though,
That the breadth of her, might they go.
And persists still, a days full turn,
That might only, the gloom adjourn.
Those Nights taken, with gazing wonder....
Hearts of lust, & clouds with thunder.
...
#admiration
#emotions
#hope #love
#hope #love
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Before It's Too Late
Before her lungs, utter their last....
Before the end's rugged shadow, too near, is cast.
Before long life's, abated, only too fast.
Before my dearest, love sick quote
Before reality levees it's antidote
Before death's once, & all deciding vote
Before times unwavering slumber
Before the weights of measure, all of me, encumber
Before assured fate rallies my number
Before the blessed ease, awaits
Before the illicit graze of fate
Before certainty is too late
Before the end's rugged shadow, too near, is cast.
Before long life's, abated, only too fast.
Before my dearest, love sick quote
Before reality levees it's antidote
Before death's once, & all deciding vote
Before times unwavering slumber
Before the weights of measure, all of me, encumber
Before assured fate rallies my number
Before the blessed ease, awaits
Before the illicit graze of fate
Before certainty is too late
#death
#LifeCycle
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