TITLE : THE GAME OF MANTLE

Awaiting the sunrise of power game,
Quite a dog in the hunt for the mantle,
That game where racers of pregrant vision,
Graith feets lowly to lofty seat incline,
But their unsure fate, only thumbs could will,
That game where rarely all is innocent,
Where virtue would clothe in vicious garment,
Such racers alike, for the mantle to battle,
Amain engage in a rift; it's dog eat dog,
With swiftly flying propaganda,
Breeding in the opponent, Of void credibility,
And permit not genuine recourse, spare not their purse,
But generously spill bribe in every realm,
And with sugared lips soft-soap corrupted thumbs,
Whom for a moment change their future bagain,
And to such ambitioned hands sell the helm.
Then it's another sunrise of
Betrayed promises, brooding
The sunset of justice reign.

@manofmuse

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TITLE: A YEAR WITHERING TO A NEW BORN YEAR

The year is withering,
Dust bears up wings to fly,
The whistling wind bellows, saying:
I'm the forerunner of Christ's birthday.
When I come skin becomes dry,
Leaves land and lips become dry,
It happens November,December.

Man's days swiftly fly,
As the days go by,
Jubilation is coming,
Although new year is coming,
Jeolousy will caress the heart,
But those who could the
Season's glee afford,
Laughter serenades their souls,
Yet man becomes terrible,
With pleas for longevity,
Yet his days swiftly fly,
Like as the days go by.

Though the ember months herald fear,
But joy comes 25th and 1st,
As well as food as rice and beans,
Yet,man's days swiftly fly,
Like as the days go by.

This is a new born year,
If you were to live
Hundred years to die,
You are left with ninety-nine to stay,
Yet I shout halleluja and joy,
Though would the days go by,
Shortening the man's life.

@manofmuse

The year is gradually giving up for another and there are so many things involved. Check this out.

According to Alexander Pope " Drink deep or taste not the pierrien spring there shallow drought intoxicate the brain but drinking largely sobers us again" . Hence, under this platform, we are going to drink deep on poetry. Everyone is welcome, to write and appraise; everone is a critic but without bias. Pick up your pen and get the muse!