In your smell I ask choke,
On the tight Eden mouth, I need to go down,
likewise, drink from the impactful waters of life,
Plunge significant, like a butcher's edge,
@JohnOchola
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/6/2020 2:46 PM]
In your eyes, I see a spectacular future,
A future so fair, stacked up with greener field,
Your love, so obvious fair and pure,
Your wonderfulness past, a virtuoso of nature.
Like the sun around mid-I miss you,
Like the storms to the desert sands, I long for you
Like oxygen to my lungs, I truly need you,
If need be, like Hector of Troy, I'll fight for you.
@JohnOchola
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/6/2020 8:37 PM]
Showing of Craftsmanship
Memories of unwritten pasts
Plunged flooding like storms
Stories and stories from our start
To move away from the courses of incessant adversary
Our art and presentations of yesternight
Aftereffects of extreme steps of masterpieces
Sytheses from the significant wellspring of brains
Evaluating wonderful preview of revelations
Inventive works of oil on crusade
Revealing imageries of astounding resources
Sketch from achievements of the pencil
Getting into the musicality of our deft hearts
The imagery of holding the brush
Still stows away particularly, from the constant source
The charcoal steadfast to the task
Discovering some sort of concordance for fortitude to exist
The easel resolute to remain alive
Classy works from intense paint
Uncovering questions, yet difficult to be loosened up
The reaches stood noticing
as the brush gets into the cadence of our reducing minds
The fortitude embraced with nothing to lose
Our heart ponders as we serenade
Of our magnificent handi-work of art
Aftereffect of diligent and decided act
Will our chance out continue onward for ever?
Again, will our Brush join?
As the memories continue to torment
Of our note of unpleasant yield
However, I truly need to accept that we will break freed from past
Reestablish our exhibit of craftsmanship
Likewise, recreates our accounts to this present reality
@Ibkaq
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/7/2020 2:18 AM]
Stuck under significant weight,
Of pandemic from Oslo to York,
the world groans in torture,
Kicking and yelling, again and again,
Cleared out and pursued by death,
Running perpetually, short of breath,
the world, cornered and out of significance,
Centers around science, to pay her commitment.
Women and children falling like flies,
State run organizations, for benefit lying,
Fathers deterred and jobless,
the economy failing, requiring a hack.
From Africa to the rich Europe,
Trust holds tight a little rope,
Everybody's eyes on missed the mark on specialists,
Dove into capable oppression, as a result of ethics
Lawmakers mentioning pay rise,
Parliament's mentioning fights before breakfast,
Making arrangements for destructive keen bombs,
While the pandemic leads us to our entombment chambers.
World powers using muscles,
Continually in the south China Sea tussles,
Calls for clinical aide ignored,
Savvy instinct suspended and conceded.
like Aussies fires, the pandemic rages,
Lives snapping like dry pages,
A huge number dead, everlastingly lost
Millions manhandled, to the contamination, disagreeable host.
@JohnOchola
@Flawsome_poetry
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