Fortune shuns me wickedly
Fame and wealth make a mockery
This hope that flings itself scaling
As it shuffles on water-causing waves
Yet failing to come down, to cascade
To allow being held long enough
For the warmth, the feel of achievement
Fortune silently steals away like a thief
Embezzling hope, cheating tomorrow
Of dim lights refusing to shine
Into my forlorn soul should salvation
Dare to pounce like a tiger with grace
Belying the brilliance within
Once softened, the feel of smooth butter
Now hardened like a marble stone
Unpolished, unsellable, collecting dust
Yet the sounds emanating from sheaves
The peals resounding, lifting off the pages
Assure the certainty of fame and wealth
They shy away now, avoiding the clasp
The determined fists clenched, unclenched
Uncertainly, lacking guarantee
Resolute in faith, in hope, in the unseen
Refusing to give in, to be dismissed
Not to be finished with, not discarded
Clinging to heart strings tugging with hope
Dreams must live, must thrive abundantly
To dare, to be, to grow unrestricted
Waiting to be read, to be READ
Taking life, becoming real, REAL
Shouting gives it life, form, fame, wealth
Then shout, I must, for fame I seek
To cheat tomorrow
©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
Fame and wealth make a mockery
This hope that flings itself scaling
As it shuffles on water-causing waves
Yet failing to come down, to cascade
To allow being held long enough
For the warmth, the feel of achievement
Fortune silently steals away like a thief
Embezzling hope, cheating tomorrow
Of dim lights refusing to shine
Into my forlorn soul should salvation
Dare to pounce like a tiger with grace
Belying the brilliance within
Once softened, the feel of smooth butter
Now hardened like a marble stone
Unpolished, unsellable, collecting dust
Yet the sounds emanating from sheaves
The peals resounding, lifting off the pages
Assure the certainty of fame and wealth
They shy away now, avoiding the clasp
The determined fists clenched, unclenched
Uncertainly, lacking guarantee
Resolute in faith, in hope, in the unseen
Refusing to give in, to be dismissed
Not to be finished with, not discarded
Clinging to heart strings tugging with hope
Dreams must live, must thrive abundantly
To dare, to be, to grow unrestricted
Waiting to be read, to be READ
Taking life, becoming real, REAL
Shouting gives it life, form, fame, wealth
Then shout, I must, for fame I seek
To cheat tomorrow
©2011FrancesOhanenye, all rights reserved.
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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