Whispers Of Endurance Poem by Ishmael Onserio

Whispers of endurance past the journey of living in fair play and ferocity,
Whispers of endurance in factual living and cuddled infamy, all just same,
Minds poking minds with massive totems of divergent aptness and zeal,
Fortune appears to many in gleams of veiled exploits only to be desired,
Whether the aftermath is a dead-end or a lynching spree on a mid-course,
Whispers of endurance through it all; on a bright daytime and dull dusk.
What bids you to sail through gloom as mind grapples hands of cruelty?
What holds your throat from choking as you dine on tables full of fame?
Does your conscience query you as you walk along these lines with a feel?
Do you ever find a waiting call tapping your back as you match forward?
Whispers of endurance ushering thoughts of men into a solemn discourse,
Little urge at the core of a toiling task, slow saving of life with a dislike.

Whispers of endurance like a scary step from a forest's night twilight,
Wayfaring stranger living in a wasteful spree on footing at a new land,
Whispers of endurance through graced life led by the hand of immortal,
A wild rose greets a new dawn with an impeccable smile like a duty given,
Mother goose snuggling day chicks through horrid gusty fumes of winter,
Ill-matched endurance scantly shared openly as we tire in greed and self,
Look at the awake cosmos with magnificent starry show over the night,
See ocean waters harboring mortals with no hiccups through the fine sand,
Rain poured down after a long run of a dry spell led to a birth of survival,
Prayers of saints didn't go unrewarded, heart's wish granted; it was a win,
Whispers of endurance, a mustard seed's feasible germ charging us to enter,
To celebrated gates of immutable hope of living in a world debugged as a shelf.