Mahidlawong Paghandom

CCXCIII ~> Vernal V icissitudes * (1) No snow needing thawing, you sing for spring; To play preludes for the flirts of summer, With reckless reckoning, court suffering Wages of sins accrued the consumer Of dreams that never bother the dreamer: Time stands still within its own dominion; Commands skill frowning froward opinion! (2) Deep within, something urges you move on Regardless of some token sacrifice. Keeping the cost within bounds of reason When all or nothing neither pays the price Nor tease the promise of a compromise: Waxing nostalgic of purloined balance, Suspended in vernal somnambulance! ==<>==<|>==<>== *Hook image ( NymphsP66 .jpg ), sequestered uncaptioned, from the Pinterest Nymphs & Fairies cyber collection reached my email inbox by subscription. ©(2018), Constancio S Asumen Jr ~> https://allpoetry.com/poem/13787403-CCXCIII---gt--Vernal-Vicissitudes--by-Ace-Lilacs

CCXCIV ~> Deceptive Certainties* (1) When people ask, “what can I do for you?” You might ask back, “what is in it for me?” Neither is virtue poignant to pursue Nor non-pursuant destined to be free, Designed from protocols of gallantry: ’Tis futile to keep the moral high ground, Where emulators never near there found! (2) “Charity begins at home,” you are told; Meaning, you practice decency at home; Scheming no handouts for your own household, Thinking of others wherever you roam, Ensure your soul not be consumed by gloom: Most things you gain from trying not to cry Bring much less pain ere all the tears run dry! (3) Each time you stumble, get up with a shrug; Calibrate your bearings, and journey on. Neither dismiss a consolation hug Nor yet obsess with the hidden weapon That might cast you off into oblivion: Deceptive certainties reverberate With innate penchant to eviscerate! ==<>==<|>==<>== *Hook image ( Nymphs...

CCXCV ~> Doomsday Misgivings* (1) The doom and gloom that threatens every morn Might prove mere fragments of your reverie That bloom malignant with defiant scorn Waxing indignant, taxing memory Of wasted chances to set your mind free: When lying forms your mainstay for living, Denying grooms your doomsday misgiving! (2) Wasted chances, too numerous to count, Should they be counted, dubious to what end. There are ramparts too daunting to surmount; Like riddles too muddled to comprehend, Or broken rules too jaded to amend: They darkle and sparkle like kerfuffle That hurtle trouble for the gullible! (3) Beneath the veil of never questioned faith You feel secure the morn comes tomorrow; The earth’s rotation importunes no wraith, But with calculations rigor-thorough, Day follows night in mirth or in sorrow: Ergo, I part with franchised pleasantry -- With a song in my heart, have a nice day! ==<>==<|>==<>== *Hook image...

CCXCVI ~> Graduation Day for Nikki * (For Nikki, on her Graduation Day)** (1) One in the bag, at least two more to go; Should be the tally if you’re keeping track. What this all means, nobody knows but you, Should you go forward or rather go back, Depends on what you think you might still lack: The page earmarked in your own calendar, This day reveals the zest of who you are! (2) Luckily going back proves no option; Neither is undoing what you had done. The best you might do is course correction On paths you charted ere you had begun The run; without planning for so much fun: Never attend to outspend the Legend Whose exploits never on facts depend! (3) When you begin to tackle new hurdles, Leave no doubt on depth of your commitment. Else you would be flirting with more troubles; When you ride on the heat of the moment, You lose the ground to make an argument: Try dabble not with paradigms Divine; Your woe is human, when you toe the ...