I, who in love for the first time
I feels so embarrassed, felt begrime
My instinct uses a subtle way solemn
I write love letters into poem
In a tissue or a stationery paper to throve
As my way of expressing my love
It make sense too rewarding sympathy
Truly a heartfelt of feeling empathy.
Categories:
begrime, devotion, emotions, love,
Form: Rhyme
People are silent in the shadow of a man,
Terrified like an old gran,
Hiding like a sardine in a can,
While eating with a bun.
I notice that venting is now a crime,
Even their gut is empty from time to time,
Still dreading to ventilate the begrime,
Who will expound in every distant tongue?
They complain yet no one enunciates,
Their marshall is a waste,
Spreading hate just to sate,
Disappointed in their fate.
Categories:
begrime, language, patriotic, political, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
I would rather meet the monstrous
In the cold clear light of day
Than in some dark alley in
A nightmare scape
That's all I got to say
For if fears are denied
till the cows come home
It won't delay milking time
It only festers
till it has to break through
And beautiful repose begrime
Like a boioioil (This nonsensical line courtesy of my brother)He says your welcome.
Categories:
begrime, science fiction,
Form: Rhyme
Does society need a push to be made just,
Can we not together find solutions set to last,
Homelessness and poverty rife with shame,
With people given numbers but no name.
Are we so callous, blind and proud
To block our ears from cries so very loud,
Their wants and needs not our concern,
As we shake our heads with gazes stern.
Gone are the neighborhoods that kept us close,
Replaced by ones which only inequalities expose,
Gleaming steel towers where merely money speaks,
Silent neighbors with no word spoken for countless weeks.
Corporations filled with wanton greed,
Blind to crippling poverty and need,
Governments complicit in this crime
Grasping for income all signs of morals they begrime.
Solutions few, decisions hard,
So many options by self-interest barred
And yet in some humanity prevails,
Providing sustenance that such humanity entails.
To the rest of us, the watching masses,
Idly gazing through rose colored glasses,
The moment beckons for a society to heal,
Lest that apathy our very soul forever steal.
Categories:
begrime, america, home, hope, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Lucifer The Fallen Angel
Written: by Tom Wright
4/29/2018
Lucifer’s mouth is an outpouring of empty pledges,
And he can’t support the prevarication that he alleges.
His sole intent is for man’s thoughts to begrime,
The biggest lie he tells is that you’ve plenty of time.
Lucifer unseals many doors but much to our chagrin,
It stimulates us to view things through the lens of sin.
If “we have the peace that passeth all understanding,”**
We experience life finding our days less demanding.
His promises melt like Gummy Bears in summer heat,
Painting sin to look enticing, but results are bittersweet.
His tongue is that of a viper leaving you with naught,
A pretender he is, until such time that we’re caught.
The prince of the air’s reign will be the bottomless pit,
If we die lost, God in judgment for our sin won’t acquit.
The devil has succeeded we’re now eternally entrenched,
“Where their worm dieth not and the fire is not quenched”. *
*Mark 9:48 KJV
** Philippians 4:7
Categories:
begrime, god, sin,
Form: Lyric
Can I have your attention please;
Just a moment of your time.
In life we have no guarantees;
We must live with our begrime.
No do overs where it matters most;
No chance to sit idly by.
To sulk within our morose;
Or play into the conquer and divide.
Let us be as the bundle of twigs;
And come together as relations.
May we never attempt to renege;
The promises to the next generations.
Get your minds right peoples;
Balance and harmonize.
Media makes you sheeples;
Regroup and optimize.
We may not change the past;
Nor should we forget it either.
The future is our's to cast;
Bite the bullet, not the teether.
Your wounded pride is no excuse;
Your anger serves you little.
Warrior up and be of use;
These times are far too critical.
Gather together and unite;
Make a solid commitment.
Your inner spirit.... Ignite!
We must choose to circumvent.
Hand in hand, heart to heart;
For the betterment of all humankind.
Let none distract or tear apart;
Or deflect our state of mind.
Categories:
begrime, courage, humanity, motivation, native
Form: I do not know?
of suffering deep, tween pain and asleep,
and the curse still lingers like crime,
a fiendish mind wheels, still turning out deals,
and slip-sliding thoughts to begrime,
get back in your box,
un-sweet albatross,
begone to the nethers of mind,
bad voices are still,
mourning their loss,
in spirit i'm doing just fine,
got a grip on its throat,
never mind,
bad thoughts continue to gloat,
yet the battle is mine, bloody mine...
of: p.d. "Cronic Pain"
Don
Categories:
begrime, adventure,
Form: Ballad
(Charles II after the battle of Worcester, 1651)
They spur their horses from the bloody field,
the battle lost – a story old as time –
the King in flight, his kingdom’s fate is sealed
in common soil. And still the church-bells chime.
They spur their horses from the bloody field,
with Roundheads hunting King for every crime
of office and religion. Must he yield
his head now, like his father, in his prime?
His followers will see he’s well concealed.
The battle lost (a story old as time),
the head of state about to be Bastilled –
but no. Just puzzle out this pantomime:
the King in flight, his kingdom’s fate not sealed.
They make him peasant, royal face begrime
and so obscured, you see the crown revealed
in common soil. As all the church-bells chime,
they spur their horses from the bloody field,
the battle lost – a story old as time –
the King in flight, his kingdom’s fate now sealed
in common soil. And still the church-bells chime.
Categories:
begrime, historyold, lost, lost, old,
Form: Verse
When lyric is not a groovy drama
the minds’ leads ail,
and strain stepped-settle over paths
strive by darkness or hells
oh heart so gone
At dawn, by the shines sun
In any target’s time ...
infeasible the crowds seeking
able being peace for dewy
from sorrow, oh vipers in over motion,
At sudden appeared by the paths
— and upper deeply notions feel ill
by idle jealous being-while at cycles
of happier birds flies ...
Or fauna gauges wind around.
When lyric is not a drama
the minds are trail empty,
crowds at emotive offs
ahead draft and tour recklessly
begrime, and idlers bull dogs
standing up —of course
Overly in brittle then! –so, men
Thou roar grin cans, at joy and safe.
Categories:
begrime, hope, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Lyric