
En route to our dreams,
we procure one-way tickets
through neon nightmares.
The question, however, becomes: “How much are you willing to pay for this trying travel?”
Cheemnonso™
En route to our dreams,
we procure one-way tickets
through neon nightmares.
The question, however, becomes: “How much are you willing to pay for this trying travel?”
Cheemnonso™
There’s the graceful allure of august auroras,
and the radiance of a splendid sun,
seeing through the teardrops of heaven;
There’s the ravishing bloom of pink cherry blossoms,
and the artsy resplendence,
weaved into the plumes of swirling macaws;
There’s the last golden smile of a summer sunset,
and the stunning dazzle of the moon and stars,
enlivening the gorgeous collage of the night sky;
but, of all the beauties mother nature has borne,
you, my dear, will forever be second to none.
Cheemnonso™
when days turn sombre,
as the night dims the sun’s smile,
the moon doles out milk.
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Do stay positive in the midst of adversity, and as always, have a lovely day.
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Cheemnonso™
…through the keyhole of her confines, she sees how poor the world has become; Thence, she mutters;
can one ever really be free,
when all that lingers in captivity’s dust,
is the thin veiled irony,
wheezing, “Freedom cometh at a cost”?
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Cheemnonso™
hello, dear diamond,
come abide by my frail heart,
let’s make a full house.
With tongues sunken deep,
the flowers sang serenades
of her loved ones gone.
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Cheemnonso™
Blank pages flipping,
quaint quills dancing in the wind,
while ink drowns in mirth
as a new chapter dawns forth—
so, what story will you write?
A very glorious and wonderful New year to you.
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Cheemnonso™
She begrudged the cat,
who had nothing but nine lives—
thus, she chopped her soul
into facades of many;
her death, by a thousand cuts.
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Cheemnonso™
In response to today’s Inktober prompt, Catch, here’s my sketch and Tanka.
It’s the ninetieth lap,
and she’s began to perceive
death’s gruesome talons,
strumming her cuddly coattails;
alas, she smiles anyway.
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Cheemnonso™
Sombre seas, the stage;
mournful clouds, the audience;
stern sun, the spotlight—
he oars through his pool of tears,
with none to ease his burdens.
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Cheemnonso™
Delicate daisies,
donning decent dew dresses,
dazzles drowsy dawns.
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Cheemnonso™
Bottom-dog bumpkins,
breaking breathtaking barriers,
bewilders best brains.
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Cheemnonso™
On Earth’s green carpet,
the gallant gull struts her stuff—
nature’s top model.
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Cheemnonso™
Through her needle eyes,
the swirling seam of the sea
stitches her ripped heart.
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Cheemnonso™
Tasty red herrings,
on salvers of food for thought—
our daily diet.
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Cheemnonso™
O dear sullen clouds,
Heaven’s own cotton candy,
don’t you dare cry now.
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Cheemnonso™
Like sixes of one,
and two threes of another,
we seemed so alike,
but as same magnet poles do
we keep on drifting apart.
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Cheemnonso™
out of black holes, crept nascent stars,
not so far from the planet, Mars;
fragile, their bodies seemed,
gleefully, their mien beamed,
charring away our scarlet scars.
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Cheemnonso™
sneering seagulls sing,
as he oars through lonely seas—
a party of one.
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Cheemnonso™
poised on a pear perch,
the trapezist flaunts her plumes –
enmeshed in beauty;
and as we took our hats off,
she leaves feathers in our caps.
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Cheemnonso™
Laying in the wild,
plunged in a sea of nightmares,
the wind’s gentle strokes,
strum her furry coated strings,
and its music soothes her dreams.
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Cheemnonso™
Like the phoenix from the ashes,
He rose;
Like the bouquet in my stashes,
He’s rose;
Our troubles and afflictions,
He knows;
Our burden and transgressions,
He tows.
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Cheemnonso™
The tender tendril,
writhes and dances o’er her love;
a painful allure.
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Cheemnonso™
The stars, I offered,
along with lustering moonstones,
yet, she needed space.
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Cheemnonso™
Would you help me up,
when crows sing the sun to sleep,
and my demons wake?
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Cheemnonso™
Buoyant balloons blown,
bask in their fullness of air,
’til they burst to bits.
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Cheemnonso™
Sitting in the back pew,
within walls shrouded in lew,
I beheld this wonderful creature,
with a smile belighting all of nature;
Her skin knitted in fine threads of gold,
unspooling from looms in Midas’ hold,
and her tress flowing like the river Rhine,
in ways so slithery, so serpentine;
Alas, my heart’s chalice yearned a fill,
but I feared it may drown in its overspill,
so, there I sat ogling away,
hoping to have this dream another day.
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Cheemnonso™
The Scarlet macaw,
piercing the gusts as it swirls,
paints our dour town red.
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she basks in my gleam,
when the world lusters so bright,
mimicking my steps,
but when my sunset comes forth,
she elopes with the obscure.
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Cheemnonso™
and she said to me…
show me your dream plans,
heave me your broken pieces,
and I’ll build you up.
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Cheemnonso™