Fifty one m1 Abrams tanks.' Australian donated it would
Break a small bank' to cause more misery..While many
Live in tents.' War and destruction, and madcap bents.?
Young Australians denied an army job.' Why were they
First obtslained.? Must have cost some bobs." Why not
Employ them as temporaty accomodations.' Thats how
Dire things are in our nation.' I never thought this could
Be the case.' I hear of war on want.' We need breathing
Space.' A time to consider? And that is now! Start fixing
Up each country, they should not be ( cash cows ) help
Your own..' Just stop bending over' to the god of destruction 'who at the moment' has a camoflauge of
Of green clover."
Categories:
bents, character, community, conflict, education,
Form: Rhyme
No news is good news; the known saying goes
Whether stated in prose, or its meted in rhyme
That's the outlook it seems the eu's designed
Whether covid or conflict, they play the same way
There's no voice of dissention, allowed; it's all bad
Yet they're in control of its outflow, and in general
That's sad' Maybe RT was biased? to a certain extent'
Yet people did watch, and so adjudge; on its bents
I could always turn it off though; and often I did'
I didn't need a big brother, with volumes of kid'
So they believe the known saying then..)
(No news is good news) yet straighten their ties
Slap on greasepaint; and polish their shoes'
Then feed out, even more jollop
To you'se; thats no lies'
Categories:
bents, addiction, allusion, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
The world of matter bents awareness and duality,
pertaining to required dimensionality.
The mental loss by worship sense data rigidly,
quantitative measures conformity.
Reforming towards natural perfection,
which by some folks becomes a cruel intersection.
The desperation of religious handicap,
following blindly some holy scrap.
Little world in little hats banging the wall,
the egos cry for to save us all.
Considered distorted experiences,
as guilt persists in emotional glimpses.
Time in clockwork liberation,
past lives handicap attached to sensation.
Distinctions between reality and shadow,
consciousness attracted to divine flow.
Sufficient transformation by living,
as below or above all is given.
Poignant realization of what the soul is not,
beginnings of true certainties begot.
Faith that creates faith and inner evolution,
taken the image forth to all else exclusion.
Many individual emotions we have to difference,
group state temptation and wilderness.
The struggle out of the familiar in critical state,
steps of evolution where the future meets present.
The attractively impersonated desirable goal,
pictured reality for the timeless soul.
Categories:
bents, 12th grade, memory, metaphor,
Form: Ballade
All
day long
the caring
mother promptly
does routine household chores for the loved ones,
even if she is tired she won’t let up.
Washing all done
she bents down
irons
clothes.
November 29, 2020
Syllable count : 1/2/3/4/10/10/4/3/2/1
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Double Tetractys 6
Photo used : #2
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Categories:
bents, care, mother,
Form: Tetractys
Scents of Christmas
To smell the smell of pine
Artificial, though it may be,
When all year long it is missed
Except in shaving crème.
When Daddy scraped some limbs
Fallen in a Christmas tree yard,
Enticing, inviting, how we want the scents
In the house on the mantle, near hidden cigars.
The steam of a punch bowl of hot wassel.
Faint. Faint hanging mistletoe bents
The paste of handmade paper chains in the kitchen,
Memories, memories, of Christmas scents.
The sizzle of the fireplace, the soap bubbles of children,
Imaginary chimneys where Santa swings by,
He carries dreams in baskets of perfumed needles,
Blowing through the midnight sky.
Memories, memories of Christmas scents.
Categories:
bents, 9th grade, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Sanmati, my source, is completely mine
As she never missed going to shrine.
Nor does she move slowly like a bovine.
Much was done to munch through byline
Against me or her to bypass or to confine.
Thanks to expedition that made her whine
Inner talents, flairs, bents and gifts fine.
Jain are we: active is she; before deadline
All her work is complete – quality divine.
Illegitimacy! Come thou and pour wine
Near those who still soar for heavenly design.
Categories:
bents, daughter,
Form: Monorhyme
Friends: Poetry Soupers,
Brethren of literary troopers,
I pray God to do my best
to wish us all a Christmas blest,
And if our loves ideas and bents
are not the same,
Perhaps we can meditate on
from whence we came.
At least in that light be together,
As Birds of a poetic feather.
I extend to you an olive branch
carried by peaceful Dove,
And wish you
Mercy ,Wisdom and Love.
We pray you have, Poetry Soupers
A joyous Christmas and happy New Year
May God bless All His literary troopers.
Categories:
bents, friendshipchristmas, god, christmas, god,
Form: Rhyme
Sweet smile and her kind eyes
brings out all her yips once at sight,
A charm lady and her honeyed voice
brings forth all her pureness her girlhood fistfight.
Longed emotions and assuasive cosmea
thrives out all her tears once at tormented,
A blissful mind and her bolshy heart
bents all her faiths her boded against enchanted.
Baffled her eyeses and elusive her temptations
whisk off her esteemed days of gloriole,
A worthy soul and her kiddo armories
all the way she makes me smile drawn-out for long time.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my Jr. Miss Chaitali Dash
Categories:
bents, dedication, friendship, happiness, lovesmile,
Form: Rhyme Royal
You say that God offended you today
Well, bless your little heart
Now, that is a down right shame
You think that you ought to have it your way
Because you are so smart
I am not sure that is the name of the game
There is no God, some of you say
He does not exist, that he is dead
But he still makes you welcome
He bents over backwards and goes out of his way
He is big and mean, that has been said
We that love him, know that he is awesome
You mock him, ridicule his name
And worship the one that lies
Believe in all his fantasy
Say that God is all to lame
But, you are still perfect in his eyes
You are just part of a age old conspiracy
You claim that you feel no shame
And that you are so right
You will beg for A prayer on Judgment Day
Be all alone and not the same
Blind people never see the light
Did you offend God today?
Categories:
bents, faithgod, prayer, god,
Form: I do not know?
my heads old eyes are flicking shut
all saw ,been seen before
my leathered skins last taste of lust
a taste that screams of more
my ears fall deaf when cloaked in love
a cloak im yet to find
my heart back then was full of trust
when once of wandered mind.
the hours of time seep bye like sand
and the days lead not too night
a whisky jar to steady my hand
that keeps me still to write
a poisoned pen to twist the fate
of the love i watch so blind
an opium pipe to ease the hate
when once of wandered mind.
this room of candle wax and words
with bottles as empty as i
a bed unslept and taps unturned
mark my wish to die
my loveless lips of biting words
prey hatred on the kind
i lost serenity along with her
when once of wandered mind
a frail old fool in fickle skin
double bents my soul and flesh
the hatred that consumes within
is the only sign of life thats left
i kneel beside your tomb of rest
and wish inside to climb
lay my head on your bony breast
when once of wandered mind
Categories:
bents, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Free verse