To follow tradition,
When someone has moved,
If to buying a gift
You feel somewhat behooved,
Instead of some flowers
Or wine, try instead
The old-fashioned welcome
Of salt and of bread.
These both are symbolic
Of things households need,
Ensuring its members
Will thrive and succeed.
An extra for sweetness,
Like cookies or cake,
Will round out the offer
Of mazel* you’ll make.
Whatever you bring to
Your kith or your kin,
It shows love for the home
Where new lives will begin.
*luck (in Yiddish)
For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune.
Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.
We journeyed then as whim behooved,
Our lives were eddies, wind and play;
Great hearts were we, so far removed
Whence any mortal thought might stray.
And sunlight streamed upon our souls,
And starlight to the distance played;
As softly lapping water lulls,
I would it were and never fade.
For we on honeydew had fed,
And with the winter winds were wed,
And so, like clouds of August sped
Across the wondrous sea.
And many dulcet days there fell,
And many harbors sheathed our bow,
And many marvels might I tell,
If tapered time would but allow.
“If you put a really small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price." --Anonymous
Hi heels equals low feels
They can be uncomfortable
So what’s the deal
Bad in the long run
For your hazel health
Do you wear for them or for yourself
Painted face masking you
Dare I ask
What you trying to prove
Do you feel better
Hiding your truth
Will you ever
Know that beauty is the real you
Wigs and weave
The new standard today
Hopefully
You know you are great
Not saying
It’s ok to hate
Just saying authenticity celebrate
For you dudes
Maybe you feel it too
Judgement cloud over you
Maybe you are short
Or you feel behooved
When you court as the real you
If she is a lot lizard
Or she sins as gold digger
You too must know your worth
Saying no to her doesn’t make you a jerk
To yourself
Please be true
Grow in health
To love authentic you
“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.” Galatians 2:20 of the King James Bible
Ascending upward faith-performance gain
Behooved to stand against falsity stain
Circumspect while walking midst harsh terrain
Delighting in Christ’s blessings of grace reign
Enabled for service midst labour’s pain
Fervent, combatting grievous boredom bane
Guided by God’s wisdom while goals do attain
Hoisted for life-building upon truth’s cane
I yearn to stay in the Lord’s domain
Joyously sharing love He does sustain.
(ABC in Monorhyme form)
November 30, 2021
1st place, " 'Y' Contest, New Poems" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 12/3/2021.
A day to drive,
Coolant sunned,
Last leaves scattered,
On a pedal-fly,
Ignition lust,
On mother-piston,
Pointed beams like bone fingers,
I sit upright alone,
Dark storm racing,
Lightening spoken to.
Weary of the voric-tendonces,
The telly I left,
From Demille's close-ups,
Of Towers steel rain,
Hand holding Jumpers,
The day of the terrorist tools,
At home I got car sick,
When I was a replay witness,
And our behooved king cow poke,
Started his info-spin,
Telling a child his dad would be ok,
It's a noise vio-licked.
Beget, to begot,
A day to drive,
Needing true air,radio off,
For the ones gone
When I Was Small, I Grew
by Michael R. Burch
When I was small,
God held me in thrall:
Yes, He was my All
but my spirit was crushed.
As I grew older
my passions grew bolder
even as Christ grew colder.
My distraught mother blushed:
what was I thinking,
with feral lust stinking?
If I saw a girl winking
my face, heated, flushed.
"Go see the pastor! "
Mom screamed. A disaster.
I whacked away faster,
hellbound, yet nonplused.
Whips! Chains! Domination!
Sweet, sweet, my Elation!
With each new sensation,
blue blood groinward rushed.
Did God disapprove?
Was Christ not behooved?
At least I was moved
by my hellish lust.
Keywords/Tags: God, religion, Christ, Christian, Christianity, lust, sex, sexy, passion, desire, purgatory, hell, damnation, puberty
Pushing his will against the status quo,
all time began to move
Scouring through each ominous lie,
veracity behooved
Giving with nothing left to give,
his soul turned inside out
Tomorrow dancing openly with yesterday’s dreams
—today no longer in doubt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth", I question.
Research on this ancient proverb, of course
finally brought me to this aged suggestion:
"the longer its teeth, the older the horse."
Remembering a blue-chip London bus trip
we took a journey to T-Square perforce.
There upon the fourth plinth, we dared not to skip
the stellar sculpture called Hans Haacke's "Gift Horse."
Borrowing from equine pictures drawn by George Stubbs,
Fulfillment for posterity, Hans' ace of clubs.
Readily, H. Haacke now spins a skeleton
which features a ribbon of ticker tape
from the London's Stock Exchange's latest run.
Money and power set in a new shape.
But recently, fate has behooved to remove
this sculpture to Chicago's latitutde.
Proverb's warning: Looking at its teeth for proof,
you slay a gift horse with ingratitude.
August 19, 2019
https://www.artic.edu/exhibitions/8944/hans-haacke-gift-horse
Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Contest Name A Notable Horse
A duty or responsibility requires someone to do something.
An action is both required and behoved.
Keep Families Together and Intact
From families children should not be removed;
And by Trump this should have been behooved,
Take care of;
Show his love,
If he ever really wants things to be improved.
Jim Horn
Just what can astrology gain us?
The confusion surely must pain us.
Just how are you behooved--
Not to mention improved--
By knowing the moon's in Ur-anus?
Trilogy Trump and His Twitter Horn Haiku
Behooved and removed
His Twitter account should be
So no longer see.
Rid of forever
See ever again never
Thought very clever.
Trump and His Twitter
Become tossed in the litter
He be a quitter.
Whoa. Can't believe I wrote that.
Don't respond to it and are agreeing.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
For President Run
Better things will be
And go down in history
In home of the free.
Things will have improved
A great message have behooved
We like to have viewed.
Greatest when charming
And never will be harming
Or also alarming.
For President run
When over and after done
Surely will have one.
James Stricter Predictor Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
If dedication ever was
A flood goes out your way
If time could stop just because
I'd wish the while to stay
More grand than any setting sun
Surpassing any sight
More dear to me than anyone
A circle of delight
Of mothers and of sisters
Of daughters and of theirs
Of cousins, aunts and nieces
The mother of my heirs
And those of you who volunteered
By marriage or divorce
A special dedication
Goes out to you, of course
Legitimate or otherwise
Once or twice removed
Abandoned or misguided
Or otherwise behooved
If someone else decided
To turn you into kin
You might as well face it
You're in the game to win
http://mike-martin.net/The Girls
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_girls_696236
inside my mind here
i am far away there
i am motivated to move
i have charlie to look forward to
whenever life makes me cry
whenever my lows are high
i am lead away and always behooved
i have charlie to look forward to
staring at the ceiling in my bed
knowing that the same things
will happen tomorrow
i know i will need some makeshift
inspiration to outbalance my sorrow
charlie is very generous and she will
always allow me to borrow....even
i am far away....completely in the
depths of the clouds....gloomy grey
or pearly white
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