Now for the long flight home feeling lost in present roam
Reliving our past days, weeks, my minds in wanting comb
Her smile, her charm, her look of warm, inviting adorn
We walked, we talked, but we never baulked our future born
Now eight thousand miles from each other, but, just yesterday
We joked, we laughed, we kissed, we cried, our us, in display
No sooner back, our paths grew strong, another flight booked
Her parents I meet, our paster we seek, yea, we're hooked
Forested walks, and more we talked, her family we're graced
Near future plans, to be adorned, two families soon embraced
Rizal statue, countryside, amidst its lush, two hearts beside
Balai Gloria's wish, two blessings futures bliss, we're now allied
Once again, against our grain, Manila bound, our hearts ground
Knowing that soon we'll be as one, soon to share sacred sounds
I'm standing on the external, Ninoy - Manila, waving blind goodbye
She never turned, turnaround, me too, we're too emotional in cry
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Categories:
baulked, children, love, people,
Form: Rhyme
Take me away with your eloquent talk
Tell me news about my ideology
Show me the opportunities baulked
Smile at my unsaid apologies
Put me into scheme where I’m just a screw
Within a machine that makes war
Stereotype me with anything you
Distinguished about times before
Your precious guidance is my comfort zone
All you expected to see
That’s what I am, when I’m here alone
And you are talking to me
What can I say? There’s no way to ignore
Calamities of some failed state
Where I was accidentally born
You wouldn’t envy this fate
I won't try to disarm the army
I can't vacate laws and police
Of course I don’t think its too funny
To be accused for all this
Don’t want to cause any damage
There is no point to load you
With what I’m not able to manage
With something beyond my full due
As you have hinted, I’m little
So in metaphysical sense
There's nothing about to fiddle
I cost no extensive expence
I value a lot what you say
You are my interlocutor here
You help me to live through the day
Even if me you can’t hear.
Categories:
baulked, emotions, love, philosophy, together,
Form: Rhyme
He rode his horse side saddle
Across the rolling plains
Scarlet polished finger nails
Gripping diamantéd reins
A little cocktail hat
Resting on his head
Dingly dangly earrings
Sparkling ruby red.
This dandy of the cowboys
Dressed to impress one and all
Showing off his finery
On route to the Ranchers Ball.
Beneath his jeans he wore
Briefs, suspenders and a bra.
He’d baulked at a girdle as being
Just that one step too far.
Tonight was the Ranchers’ Ball
So what better chance
To show off his finery in
The ladies excuse me dance.
He was tough and he was macho
With no more need to impress
No more need to conceal
He need wear a lady’s dress.
And any of his workmates
Who laughed at that right
Had better be good and ready
To beat him in fair fight.
His heart pounded with pleasure
He wanted to scream and shout
This was a changing world "
Tonight he was coming out.
Categories:
baulked, celebration, gender,
Form: Rhyme
A Scotsman sat on a thistle,
If it was a flying missile,
He would have seen it in the air
The prickly thistle just sat there
It didn't even need to whistle.
This Scotsman's name was Jock,
Every morning at 8-o-clock
He took his puppy for a walk
Suddenly the puppy baulked
'Cos he had a shock
Something had bitten his paw,
He held it up; it was very sore,
Jock bent down to have a look
And suddenly felt very crook,
Making him fall on the floor.
He had landed on that thistle,
Which was as hard as bristle
He was too stunned to talk
They did not want to resume their walk
So he signalled to the pup with a whistle.
Categories:
baulked, 10th grade,
Form: Limerick
He deems the ways and dares to understand,
a measure of a love that went astray,
from libelled forces, which compelled his hand,
to lies, and morals left to slow decay.
No one forgo or risk refute her right,
a stubborn choice is seldom steered by sense.
To cease callow mishaps from leaving blight .
sound case to aid her act of self-defence.
Yet, who can purge despair from a man’s soul,
who boldly baulked against such mortal deed?
His choice dismissed as outside his control,
no matter pleading creed, indeed, his breed.
Such anguish will forever convolute
because abstracts are never absolute.
06.27.21
You are free to choose, but you are not free to alter the consequences of your decision
– Ezra Taft Benson (politician)
Categories:
baulked, abortion, anxiety, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
The Obama presidency
He started out promising but fell at the first hurdle
When he tried to give America a health system
That covered the working classes, what’s left is
An insurance system they can ill afford.
He sent back thousands of illegals back, but since
he was the darling of the liberal press little was said.
Once when he had the chance to become great
By declaring Palestine, a free state, he didn’t quite
Make it, and his speech ended in platitude.
He will be remembered as a suave but weak man
Who baulked at the pressure from Israel?
He was not a great statesman but buckled under
The burden and there are little to remember him
By other than what he could have been.
Categories:
baulked, anger, blue, confidence,
Form: Blank verse
The Obama presidency
He started out promising but fell at the first hurdle
When he tried to give America a health system
That covered the working classes, what’s left is
An insurance system they can ill afford.
He sent back thousands of illegals back, but since
he was the darling of the liberal press little was said.
Once when he had the chance to become great
By declaring Palestine, a free state, he didn’t quite
Make it, and his speech ended in platitude.
He will be remembered as a suave but weak man
Who baulked at the pressure from Israel?
He was not a great statesman but buckled under
The burden and there are little to remember him
By other than what he could have been.
Categories:
baulked, corruption, creation, crush,
Form: Blank verse
I am desperate, and demoralised, I don't know what to do,
What will be my very next step; I have not the faintest clue.
From street to street in search of work, tirelessly I have walked,
Because of innate diffidence, success has repeatedly baulked.
Born less gifted, slow witted, and presumably terribly mediocre,
Competing with the more endowed, was never within my power.
My self-esteem was cruelly sapped, with contemptuous rejection,
Achievement has eluded me because of my negative aspiration!
From street to street wearily I trudge, in search of any work.
My stars are down, my destiny doomed-- tragic is life's quirk!
What recourse to take, I fail to guess, to earn an honest pie,
If survival is so difficult for me, the only option left- is to die!
Categories:
baulked, anger, angst, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Ted enjoys a quick roll in the hay...
He’s sleeping with his buxom P A
She confirmed she’s with child
Ted baulked, then got quite riled
I wonder what his wife’s got to say!
5/26/18
Categories:
baulked, humorous, lust, natural disasters,
Form: Limerick
A victim of the streets
She's one of the homeless,
A victim of society
She left the broken home,
Try as they may there was no fixing it,
Her parents deciding, to go their own ways,
She turned to drugs and drink
And lost control,
They said was nothing they could do, now she was in that hole,
She was lost they said both in heart and soul
And so be came a destitute,
In a world of decrepitude,
Open to being abused,
This now was the life for her
And it wasn't even her fault,
This is where she had been brought,
Down on her knees and she baulked,
In the face of responsibility,
She longed just to be free of this life
And this isn't right,
That this became her plight,
And there was no one there for her
And no support or care,
Welcome to the underworld,
She was now a junkie girl,
Turning tricks and getting burned,
Within a society that turns a blind eye,
That covers up its ears
And that ignored all of her tears
That she cries alone at night.
Categories:
baulked, abuse, addiction, drug, home,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Graveyard Argument
"Today's people are not at all cowards
"They don't fear treading graveyards
"Though' wisdom of the dead we cherish
"To fear the dead makes us all perish
"To shudder in front of the cold dead
"Is banging walls with one's soft head!"
"Your mind must be miles away so lost
"To think I must quake to see a ghost
"Would you desert a martyred Comrade
"In the battle, who to rest must be laid?
"Those that work in the cold mortuaries,
"Why are they not loath to obituaries?
"Things have changed, changed so fast:
"We baulked before, afraid to go past
"A mound where deceased lonely lay;
"Fear twisting hair in a grotesque play!
"Surely, those were prosaic days of yore
"We hearkened to as we do to folklore.
06th Sept' 2013
Categories:
baulked,
Form: Rhyme
We groomed him to perfection
lured him with our lights
cooed him with our sizzles
blurred his dreams and sights
We slotted him in awkward
hampered his imput
laced his drink with moonshine
on his fingers shut
We cautiously immersed him.....while his mind involved
then cut him in slow motion.....as our pills dissolved
Goons staggered in his footsteps
cracked behind his back
baulked him in the darkness
saddled him with black
We gathered to ignore him
clashed in crude mischief
receptive in our duty
deceptive in our sleep
The schoolyard's sang his story
the children gagged and quipped
in church his face was gory
in time his name be ripped
So a section dress to party
forfeited his invite
we'll designate the barmy to blind his way tonight
Attire obtuse and tarty
a slice above the knee
let's prey on his exclusion from pagan history
Categories:
baulked, adventure
Form: Light Verse
The charisma of his car eclipsed ambition,
By a margin that defined his wife's contempt,
It became a precursor to superstition,
That he'd lose some race from which he was exempt.
As his ego baulked at masculine pretentions,
While his Missus cringed at alcohol-free beer,
The addiction of his sixty-four abstentions,
Were the prison-wall-marks chronicling his years.
He had dreamt mis-matching figures prior to midnight,
But retirement loomed resplendant as his soul,
And some whisper that a risk gives birth to insight,
Made him seek expanded knowledge as a whole.
The excessive engine ate acceleration,
Like an orphan who'd forever ask for more,
But pathetic was his brief emancipation;
When he hit a bus, at only sixty-four.
Categories:
baulked, funny, introspection, on work
Form: Rhyme