In your aroma I ask suffocate,
On the tight Eden mouth, I want to go down,
what's more, drink from the pungent waters of life,
Plunge profound, similar to a butcher's blade,
@JohnOchola
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/6/2020 2:46 PM]
In your eyes, I see a fabulous future,
A future so decent, loaded up with greener field,
Your affection, so evident honest and unadulterated,
Your magnificence well beyond, a virtuoso of nature.
Like the sun around mid-I miss you,
Like the downpours to the desert sands, I long for you
Like oxygen to my lungs, I really want you,
In the event that need be, similar to Hector of Troy, I'll battle for you.
@JohnOchola
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/6/2020 8:37 PM]
Demonstration of Craftsmanship
Recollections of unwritten pasts
Descended surging like deluges
Stories and stories from our beginning
To get away from the courses of ceaseless enemy
Our craft and displays of yesternight
Results of intense strides of works of art
Compositions from the profound wellspring of minds
Assessing lovely snapshot of disclosures
Creative works of oil on campaign
Uncovering symbolisms of amazing assets
Sketch from accomplishments of the pencil
Getting into the rhythm of our deft hearts
The symbolism of holding the brush
Still hides distinctively, from the ceaseless source
The charcoal undaunted to the errand
Finding some kind of harmony for solidarity to exist
The easel inflexible to stay alive
Tasteful works from tough paint
Revealing riddles, yet hard to be unwound
The ranges stood observing
as the brush gets into the rhythm of our alleviating minds
The solidarity embraced with nothing to lose
Our heart contemplates as we serenade
Of our delightful handi-show-stopper
Result of tenacious and determined act
Will our turn out keep going for ever?
Once more, will our Brush join?
As the recollections keep on torturing
Of our note of dreadful yield
Yet, I really want to believe that we will break liberated from past
Restore our demonstration of craftsmanship
What's more, reproduces our stories to the real world
@Ibkaq
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/7/2020 2:18 AM]
Stuck under weighty burden,
Of pandemic from Oslo to York,
the world moans in torment,
Kicking and shouting, over and over,
Wiped out and chased by death,
Dashing endlessly, winded,
the world, cornered and out of profundity,
Focuses on science, to pay her obligation.
Ladies and kids falling like flies,
State run administrations, for benefit lying,
Fathers discouraged and jobless,
the economy falling flat, needing a hack.
From Africa to the rich Europe,
Trust holds tight a small rope,
Everyone's eyes on came up short on surgeons,
Dove into proficient subjugation, because of morals
Legislators requesting pay rise,
Parliament's requesting battles by dawn,
Planning for deadly savvy bombs,
While the pandemic leads us to our burial chambers.
World powers utilizing muscles,
Constantly in the south China Ocean tussles,
Calls for clinical guide disregarded,
Sound judgment suspended and deferred.
like Aussies fires, the pandemic furies,
Lives snapping like dry pages,
Many thousands dead, everlastingly lost
Millions abused, to the infection, unfriendly host.
@JohnOchola
@Flawsome_poetry
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