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My Prayer Against the 7 Deadly Sins
Lord, abet me put aside
The vain and frivolous pride
I nurture within me inside
Lord, do not allow to seed
Vicious barnacles of greed
Eventhough I am in need
Lord, erase the vanity
Revealed by mask of envy
Searing me to atrophy
Lord, shield me from glaring gust
Of humid, temperate lust
For it taints my soul with rust
Lord, allow not to gather
In my heart and mind anger
Make it lag, take it faster
Lord, let me not be clumsy
Due to frisky gluttony
Horror of obesity
Lord, shun me from insolence
Brought by putrid indolence
Rip this slough of negligence.
-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*reflective mood
The most popular educational trend
Courses labeled as ‘STEM’
Science, Technology, Engineering, Math
Offerings that lead to destruction and wrath
Nuclear fusion and fission they aid and abet
Not to mention ‘AI,’ which’ll destroy us all yet
The more ‘modern conveniences’ we have, the more harried we are
Ask folks who bicycle, glad they ditched cars
Perhaps we can teach the next generation
how best to avoid war through negotiation
Failing that, mankind seems doomed to stagnation
Betwixt our deceptive connection
Lies told, to always end in
I’ll never have a profound perspective
As my skepticism results in your grin
When our paths crossed
Like two sailboats in a panoramic sea
I believed you were mannerly
Though, sprouted unexpectedly was your immorality
My standpoint was already set
My conception was that you’d abet
To all the curves, bumps, and facets of me
Though you’d never devote to me
You’d only break me to debris
Every word transmitted from your “soul”
Carried no true sentimental worth
Yet I believed you, over my mind you had control
Desiring for your concealed lies to rebirth
Lies and gas-lighting were brought upon me
Despite your affectionate expressions
I thought truth be told, that I was free
But I’m now trapped under your early impressions
Doubting and doubting your false affection
Perhaps you don’t know how to express emotion?
But deep inside, I know that’s untrue
That I’m just someone to be used, at least to you
Though acceptance is quite challenging for me
I’m unsure of why I still trust you
As you treat me like nobody
Though these lies will forever pursue.
Written: May 09, 2024
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Acquiring a partner soul entails a careful dive,
In calm depths, their true nature comes alive.
Only then do waves prevail, twisting their prey,
Can we track a hint of empathy in society today?
All life begins below; we are just on the surface,
It's a labyrinth of anxiety, a bay of turbulence.
The objective is to grasp peeves and apprehensions,
Despite dread, we will learn to swim via emotions.
Shadows, depths, and darkness intertwine,
We drift along in the current, seeking our line.
We bear the weight of their weary waves,
They share their aches and abet safe paves.
Yet it was a deep gaze, not one of shallowness,
Stepping into another's universe, fallowness.
To appreciate their journey and their plight,
Let's embrace depth to find peace in the night.
So, we'll all jump into the same pit in tandem!
Where does the wind lie, where truth is random?
Down memory lane, in a passionate embrace,
Can we utterly claim to comprehend your grace?
Old men promulgate warlike dreams;
Alas, young men are sacrificed to abet their schemes.
With no end in sight and a year has passed.
Kremlin won’t admit their forces are gassed.
So they keep their foot on the wrong pedal.
Exhausting their labor and supply of metal.
Playing chicken with a globe full of enemies.
Moskow wealthy saw their accounts freeze.
Peaceful banks are refusing to aid and abet.
Forcing the powerful elite to do a full reset.
The world has endured enough nonsense.
The ICC is asking Putin to start his repents.
They issued his arrest warrant for crimes
Of atrocities against children many times.
Abducting and trafficking them into Russia.
Dealing low blows to their parents in militia.
Doing this thousands of times at his request.
Kidnapping hostages & executing the rest.
Without a conscience targeting defenseless.
Forming Barbaric creatures to be tasteless.
Now justice is being served by The Hague.
To put an end to this insane Soviet plague.
We should see Nuremberg Trials part two.
To see the bastards brought their hell due.
Ruining cities deserves equal punishment.
Payback earned for their missile rains sent.
A chameleon can change his name many times
But it won't free him from the guilt of his crimes
He hides behind fake names
To play malicious games
A gutter snipe who'd dance for nickles and dimes
From keyboard he types a harassment and threat
His pathetic appetite for evil is sharpened to abet
A coward's way of life
Belligerence is rife
His abhorrent past is something he should regret
On and on he barks like a rabid dog in the night
I know a bulldog who'd take him down in one bite
One more bully beaten
A geezer, a cretin
One who always seems to be spoiling for a fight
There's something we must not forget:
the rage of nature's force is set
when monstrous hurricanes beget
their surge of winds and waves to let
our warning plans become offset.
As floods drown homes without regret,
along with lives- a cherished pet;
strong winds continue to abet
in downing buildings, trees- then fret
with toppling bridges- doubling threat.
This deadly wind and flood duet-
devoid of patterns, does beset;
with every hurricane roulette-
disaster is the epithet!
For nature's force- we pay our debt.
Written, October 4, 2022
Entered In The Contest, "Floods," April 13, 2024
Sponsor,
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
In suppression of treason what motive or reason Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Weeks ago we were yelling at each other
Swearing and calling each other different names
It was kind a scene they said
And very childish, so it seemed
Hours have gone
Days have gone
Weeks have gone
Thinking I have completely gotten over you
No nightmares
No hallucinations
All illusions completely gone
No voices I can hear now
The world is cool when i am high
The heart at peace all problems gone
Where are my pursuers
I think they are all gone
What is happening to me?
Thought I have completely forgotten you
So, why are you in my head?
Oh stop entering into my head
Oh feeling like I am sober
The voices are coming back
The illusions are so clear
Give me a potion abet my poison
Bottle after bottle filling to the brim
Leaving no space unfilled
Prescription orderly taken
No leaving untouched behind, tomorrow's dosage
Walking through the desert,
Scorched by the sun's heat,
Walking through the jungle,
In face with wild and ferocious beasts,
Walking through the mire,
Pushing with zeal and ardour,
Walking in the rain,
Drenched by the heavy downpour,
Walking on a winding road,
No one in sight to aid and abet,
Walking through the waters,
Restrained by its turbulent flow,
Walking on a rocky road,
Taking slow and careful steps,
Walking in the dark,
Stumbling and losing ground,
Walking in the light,
All bright and clear,
The radiant light makes all vivid to see,
Nothing is in obscurity,
All are exposed in its luminance,
I walk with accelerated steps,
I move with swift speed,
I run like a stallion,
I scale over hurdles,
My target in view,
A goal to achieve,
A trophy to receive.
May 23, 2022.
Just Write Me a New Poem Contest
Constance La France.
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
Awake in a cold sweat, try to forget;
The monsters gathering a head of steam.
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
His mind awash with reams of scary schemes;
Dreaming of frightening images, yet
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
Awake in a cold sweat, try to forget;
The monsters gathering a head of steam.
He screams follow your dreams! Nightmares are dreams.
His mind awash with reams of scary schemes;
Dreaming of frightening images, yet
Awake in a cold sweat, try to forget;
And give your nightmares no aid and abet.
Written 6/7/21
I toss fire down your throat
pour you your bullet, goblet to gullet
glass-jacketed explosions
line my wall like church organ flues
ablution for absolution from desperation
libation-liberations for exaggerated exhilarations
bottled fevers for believers
kneel your mind
choose your raptures
you’ve come to my altar
now your blood I’ll alter
shaken, stirred, swirled, singed with little bonfires
as potent a potion as you like
each percent speeds your ascent or descent
your thirst it’ll wet and abet
I have spirits to lift yours
a cure in every liqueur
bubbly for the lively
painkillers for loners
oh, I’ll hear your confessions too
earshot with your liquor shot, on the house
no judgement nor penance
just a warped sense of time to let you unparch your soul
salvage the day
and get ready to face the next one
I’m your friendly mercenary-priest
enforcing a restraining order against reality
one more?
Have you ever considered the life you have led?
Did you strive to make better the world that you found?
If your actions were weighed, would you come out ahead?
Have you savored the wonders and joys that abound?
Was existence a blessing or filled with regret?
Did you fight or ignore the injustice you saw?
Did you treat all as equals or bigots abet?
Have you squandered your talents or given your all?
Did you dreams of your childhood forsake or achieve?
Is your honor intact and your conscience now clear?
Did you friendship and fairness both give and receive?
Were you loved and respected the time you here?
Are you truly remorseful for wrongs you have done?
Did you challenges face and adventures pursue?
Has your life been a sprint or a marathon run?
Would you rather relive it or start one anew?
This time each year we now celebrate
The conviction: love can conquer hate
Yet while our journey has come so far
A horizon, peaceful, still shines afar
My heart-of-hearts detests the fights
But we MUST push on for equal rights
For all those souls thus hurt or lost
Must not be ceded forsaken cost
Those voices cried in pain and strife
Will inspire our own to abet free life
So as ONE race, of women and men
The message, timeless, now-to-then
Is that we'll strive for love, in hand
'Til a time ALL hearts can understand
That heaven gave us this good earth
To share as HUMANS, in equal worth
And from the sands of struggle, sift
Grains of compassion ... our greatest gift.
(Yes, I wrote this before I saw that the contest was Acrostic, lol - not the first time ... it's rough, getting old) ;-)
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