THE BLEEDING PEN PICTURE PROMPT 20

*PICTURE PROMPT*

 

IN MY FATHER’S HOUSE.

 

There is a house set up in the hill_

A stored meal that heals the ill.

Up the mountain lies savior

Of those in hungers favor.

 

Get on board comrades_

Off we are with a blazing spade

To mount the house of my father_

There, there’s nothing like hunger.

 

Come and eat not a few_

Follow me, all is ready and due.

Take the chance and fly

To the Crest where all lie.

 

*JUDAISKY CARES*

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THE WINDVANE TOWER.

 

Just like souls stand so tall;

So is the windvane tower; a wall,

For in it, saints die young,

Just like Jericho stood and fall;

So shall sands mourn this great wall,

For in it greatness is seen as a dung.

 

Are they not Egyptian of the recent age…

Autocrats and aristocrats in sinful rages,

Merciful at dawn; devil at night,

Women fear the unknown even in their right,

The land is trading anarchy and chaos legally;

Wherein havoc abides; Mr End hovers around hiddenly.

 

And at sight, the windvane tower,

Is blooming in vanities and so sour,

Because the light faded away its power

But, leaves are made to fade away;

So do some soulful saints go sway,

When the heart had gone astray.

 

*KELLY JUZZ*

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THE HOME DOCTOR.

 

Far above the roof I lay my head,

For the wonders of breeze I beheld,

What a cooling breezeway?

The gentle air you hissed make the way,

On the bed you lay me sleep,

Like a shepherd care to the sheep.

 

The four friends with corollary,

The roof dance as mathematical binary,

Strangers you made perpetual visitor,

So far above,yet you’re the home doctor,

Your speed capacity chased the enemy,

Mosquitoes and friends salute as army.

 

The four cadinal dances a joyful tide,

For sample you are in clockwise ride,

You make the beauty of the mantion,

In hot season you skip death temptation,

Shall air condition take your place?

No no no you’re more than air space .

 

*VIRTUOSO*

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WINDMILLS OF THE GODS.

 

Round and round the hand goes

Spinning and controlling the wind as it flows

Its every direction coordinated and tamed

So is our life directed

By the windmills of the gods

 

We have plans and decisions

But they become moot and end in confusion

Cause the gods direct our lives

Like puppets on strings

We are all slaves

To the windmill of the gods

 

The minds of the gods

Toss our lives like waves

Just like the needle create the stitches in the cloth

And the wind is tamed from its course

Even so our lives are manipulated

By the windmills of the gods

 

*E. D. OGHRE*

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FAREWELL MY SUMMER LOVE.

 

You live with gracious shoulders

Chasing your shadow

Like a dog chases his tail.

 

Beautiful in mystery

As the wind sings your praise.

 

Gentle as dove

With eyes of liberty

As holy days tell your tale.

 

*OGOMIGO ROLAND*

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SLEEPING BEAUTY

 

All round the yawning blades, there’s a chasm

When the wind blows it’s whistle, the race begins

They keep running sans meeting each other, none has the charm

The greedy clouds summons its army and give dish to their minds

When things fall apart, enjoy the strength of the wind

Cause everything works together, just like the windmill and wind

 

Some tag me as pheochromocytoma as I search for her

I’m looking for my missing sleeping beauty- haven’t heard from her

Tangled, she’s a beauty; I was no beast. My heart is frozen, I’ve to be brave

Is she like Fiona trapped in a castle? To save her, will I be shriek the ogre?

I didn’t pay attention to her, I was a jerk. Was that why she disappeared?

If I go to the place we created memories, will I find her there?

 

The place cured sorrows and bitterness

I always had my quiet time there with her, it put smile on my lips

Anytime we’d issues, I brought her there and locked lips

Should I call it a castle or tower or a place of happiness?

I inhale the slattern wind and look at the tower wishing it’s no ruse

As I behold my sleeping beauty, my pacifier, my muse.Cause with her, I’m complete

 

*DOMINION*

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MY WINDMILL.

 

Oh! My windmill!

A tower adorned with loose petals

Petals that dog the footsteps of each other

At the smashing arrival of the wind.

Though simple, you’re Gordian’s knot

Yet, I freak out on your uniqueness.

 

You build up life in many forms

You punch up the city

Famine have you scratched out with your blades too

Adam’s ale, you provide as well

Mankind would be a wreck without you –

Oh! My windmill.

 

*PRECIOUS*

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ONLY THE CHURCH

 

That awful and cacophonous sound

Where the atmosphere will defaced itself

And the angel raise his banner

And brought out a cantata, for the final call

 

On that day..

Men will lament, Women will cry

For it will be unwit to them of the ephemeral

While they’d be clubbing, flexing and gulping

Only the church will fly

 

That very day..

I’ll never allow the ark to pass me by

I’d pay deaf ears to my thoughts

No girl, No money, No fame

Can hold me back, for I know

Only the church shall fly..

 

*ZIM’S PEN*

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JUDAISKY CARES

KELLY JUZZ

VIRTUOSO

E. D. OGHRE

OGOMIGO ROLAND

DOMINION

PRECIOUS

ZIM’S PEN

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