by me kyle walker caycay son for fun not contest
Yosemite Sam
always stumbled upon a jam.
Each time he would yell ' tarnation.'
Altercations most have caused elation.
A blow is smote, the poet wrote
Lines appear, almost innate, from pen upon
The paper
A yearning presence presses in with thoughts
And visions; senses spin, much to ponder? The coldness
So impersonal, prevalent now in people for the
Doctors of discord; and fear, promoted here
Against the promise of God’s favour the
Scene’s do blind, as evil drives, to be
The soul narrator. 2023 this year why do
We fear? Why angst, why altercations?
For I hear Hu-mans grandiose plans of
Inclusive; segregation? With Community the prize; yet its
Still
Denied! Through once it were as staple the
Underpin; uniting thing. That calm does bring to every
Errant caper. There is never need for rampant greed, abuse
And fornication the evil duress; the house arrest
And deep falsehood to all nations!
©Joe Maverick 6-8-2023
They are dead for all eight hours!
They'll rise to wag their fingers!
At that time they will talk big things
That talk to their egos and powers!
They will rise with all their trappings
And recall the last happenings
Including the altercations
And what they told their followings!
While they sleep there are no tensions,
Vindictiveness or contentions!
They sleep soundly, contentedly,
Free of injurious actions!
After eight hours they are surly,
Even spiting all things holy.
They mock even the divine will!
Of course, they reap for their folly!
God, in our heart love please instil
So the cup of wrath we do not fill
In the day hours we are awake,...
That we may not wantonly kill!
Would you instantly embrace love at first sight..or adjust your focus trying to fine tune your eye..maybe he's thinking poison she finessed her disguise..and she could be like I bet he tells good lies..and maybe they both have it all misconstrued..what if their thought process has suffered abuse..what if he's been sincere with no reciprocation..and her altercations with no prevocation..and they both have shown patience during mental displacement..in return were presented with bitter beer faces.. one in it for life other off to the races..what happened to love it has left with no traces..and now they could both be looking at love..but pass up each other because all the above..
his incomprehensible altercations defy comprehension
Your name is a prerequisite
for every final and finale.
An exclamation
after encores.
The truest definition of more.
The atom before cataclysmic spasm
and all creation that evolved
after energies first meeting.
Your name is completely competing
my demise as well as my surprise.
I'll pronounce every syllable
as ride this unbelievable high
Your name produces
beautiful altercations
And the seeds that flow
are no accidental
incidentals.
It's like a one word prayer
that combines
hallelujah and amen
Said softly but it
echoes so loudly
you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the sad fact
apathy barbed in neglect
is the tool that you use
not aware it's abuse
how it scrapes and it grinds
determined not to leave anything behind
day after day
night after night
year after year
till the memory
of who I was dissapears
a little bit more every day
you wear me away
voiceless, I fade
silent in your silent tirade
only pebbles remain
of a once templed soul
and with a little more time
pulverized,
they blow away...
by the constant silent howling
of your loveless heart
Eileen Manassian
FUNERAL
Stop imbibing,
so much.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
These damsels,
will be your end.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
That crowd,
will be your detriment.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
Brawls and altercations,
cannot get you far.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
This is not,
the way.
It is my funeral,
isn`t it?
If that is what,
you want.
Then certainly it is your funeral,
isn`t it?
LiterarySpaceAfrica Ian Munywe©
HAPPY HOLLIDAYS
~~~~~*~~~~~
Storms in summer not nice!
Torrents falling as solid ice!
Holliday makers pay the price,
indoors now, must sadly suffice.
Oh no, lightning and thunder,
made this holiday a blunder.
Stuck indoors not on the agenda
Altercations, yes! I do so rememba.
Another night, please not like the last!
In each heart so much hurt has past.
We all shout but mostly cry.
Another bad day and we'll surely die!
A week to go, some are packing up
no longer can they this inclemency sup!
All this congealed poison in one cup!
Turned on the radio, hell-bent they listen.
One would think they were on a mission.
Heard the words they needed too,
next day, sun, skies of diamond blue.
Next holiday that they'll be booking,
It'll be based on what the weathers cooking.
On the world wide web looking, searching.
Happiness, the daylight sun permanently perching
Where the dusk horizon is always glowing red.
Where lust is satisfied, then it's off to early morning bed!
After a good, fun night's drinking!
Hey, come on! What were you thinking!
No Regrets My Love
~~~~~
tanka tales
for you my sweet love
no regrets
I would do it all again
tales of our past my love
~~~~
have we forgot time
the time that was when we loved
a country walk us
together memories made
a son two daughters much loved
~~~~
the time that was ours
altercations end in bed
shh no more listen
have we forgot time that was
gazing... counting shooting stars
~~~~
have we forgot time...
how love endured rough... and smooth
hate played not a part
if we could walk we ran halfway
nature was our guide to life
~~~~
memories now past
have we forgot time eyes wide
looking back no void
life was lived to its fullest
you... me... aged... holding on
apocalyptic atrocities
appalling altercations
apt… apparitions
alluding… appertaining
annihilation achieved
Only thing I could ever say, about the way I felt the day I got acquainted with E N J.
Thick hips skinny midriff, her feminine was undoubtedly… an acquired taste.
Brown coating, hazel perceptiveness, lips regale the aura of our fanatical kiss.
I grip her hips to take a sip, swaying in the nocturnal tender wind from the potency of her lips.
Warmth comes over; vision continues to diminish, what has descended upon me?
When I beckoned for help, her sweet aroma enticed aid to steady my sway.
Can you identify my body trembling? You fixate your lips to get a repeated taste…Damn E N J.
Mirage mind play, two hearts beating, two sets of lungs breathing.
Awe man… my cognizance’s playing tricks on me.
Addicted to her chocolate kiss; repeated altercations of nocturnal assemblies between we.
Immersed in fire water, resurrected from her holy water… oh the memories.
Hoping they never fade, our assemblies…Damn E N J
But if you try sometimes...
“I saw her today at the reception”
My eyes filled with changing emotions
In satin gown and fire brand hair
A china doll beyond the display case
Happiness was breathing the air
“In her glass was a bleeding man”
A shadow of someone on the platform
I could see his face wracked in pain
Scars of here and prior altercations
Acid falling in the guise of rain
“She was practiced at the art of deception”
Behind that sequined mask she stood hiding
A smile painted in pastel red
Pretending a friendship is more than just golden
Wishing the other were endlessly dead
“Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands”
Pointing fingers dripping in excess waste
Smearing the drapes of lipstick poetry
Planting a seed of doubt deep within
Smirking as she said these words to me
“You can’t always get what you want”
Written with the help of the Rolling Stones classic - "You can't always get what you want" The italicized lines are lyrics from the song.
Persons should be shopping at this mall.
This is not a place for anyone to have a brawl.
I see teenagers engaging in a big fight.
To have these types of altercations is not right.
The holiday shopping period is now past.
Let's not have these donnybrooks occur and last.
Adults and children must attend this mall in peace.
Have all unnecessary physical disputes immediately cease.
i can see the limitations and the complications
of your fixation on forming the proper relations.
please don't let the temptations cloud your visions
or a better man.
translation, don't let lust be the causation
for this love's disintegration.
i never need your validation
or a clarification on this modification of love.
this is the purification vacation, baby,
just positive vibrations.
no altercations just relaxation.
this is the sanitation of love.
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