For the poetry submission:
Pain & Pleasures
Life- A crest and trough of intuitive emotions,
Imperfect which art to measure our deeds;
For ripples art interim, in those countless drops of Adam’s ale,
Ah! Their gentle flow- A prelude to the endless tale.
The sun- tis’ encompassing those stars at bloom,
Igniting souls to perceive their way;
Daredevil sailors, who travel through dark nights,
Renders those stars, voyaging back to their land.
The life, tis’ ending & worries art minuscule,
Mere dreams- A way to bear all pleasure;
But when we desire, to sentence the unknown,
An obnoxious mutiny- to ensnare holy soul.
O love- Ye be the designator of some emotion,
For some, ye art an ineffectual casket;
& then those impulsive, who art fervent to savor,
Whast true love is- An elixir of desire.
O cosmic attires- Tailored to prettify the world,
With edifice- such lofty, stirring revered Caelum;
Tis’ sinful, humans’ art erect before the Lord,
Now art realizing, with genuflect in regret.
Viridity- Tis’ a symphony to the eternal passage,
Whist or feverishness, unpredicted in the kismet;
Éclat or vain- Endure ye pursuit,
For whast leal, tis’ amid pains & pleasures.
-R.G.
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