Mercy

He who will not mercy upon others show;
Mercy bears fruit richer than justice strict.
How can mercy he ever hope to have?

Even pity – her tears will cease to flow;
None to quench his wild despair.
He who will not mercy upon others show.

Expect no sympathy – none to be had
Seething shadows and breathing lies.
How can mercy he ever hope to have?

Triumphant in deepest grief and woe;
Thus bound with entrails of his foe.
He who will not mercy upon others show.

With bitter insults and revillings sad;
Let me lament alone while you’re glad.
How can mercy he ever hope to have?

Among virtues mercy – like moon among stars
The bosom of a cloud when storm has passed.
He who will not mercy upon others show.
How can mercy he ever hope to have?

 

Form: Villanelle 

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What I miss

Night streets

The city of lights not long ago;
Its atmosphere won’t cease to glow.
We smiled in joy – soothed in woe
Refreshing winds around us blow.
Each morn promised a new delight;
We wandered through the shades of night.
Oh, blissful tears do blind my sight.
We sit around and reminisce;
I think of who and what I miss.

Recall the times we spent on beach;
Its like a dream so out of reach.
The rising moon though hid the stars;
Wish the clock repeat those hours.
Forget not yet – forget not this
I think of who and what I miss.

 

 

Photo Credits: mycampustalk.com

Form: Rondeau 

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Ode to the River

The river adorned shall ebb and flow;
So strange the attainment in its touch.
Her mind would hold with desperate clutch.

Similar to the song of river is life;
She gazed upon in curious delight.
River’s crusade had courage and might.

The river lapped so peacefully;
Its rhythm attached to memory.
She felt a rather magnetic pull;
Those river trails were beautiful.
Along the river weaved dreams and goals;
Restored the cadence in her soul.

 

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Winter arrives

From sparkling frost to deepest snow;
Echo: Now
We whisper when the wild winds blow.
Echo: Low

Subtle a sweetness witnessed in sun;
Echo: Come
And ripples on the stream gaily run.
Echo: Rum

These thoughts are seeds that rise to action;
Echo: Fraction
To ease our hearts of woe impassioned.
Echo: Ashen

At length, the hidden moon in clouds arose;
Echo: Rose
For each succeeding day now longer grows
Echo: Bows

On fields in leagues of beauty spread;
Echo: Said
When twilight clad in sable red.
Echo: Led

We wallow in joy both day and night;
Echo: Quite
The season’s a vision of pure delight.
Echo: Light

 

 

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