Best Aforementioned Poems
I stubbed my toe ...
(I do this a lot since turning fifty-five,
when everything I picked up to read began going to
arm's length in order to be visible,
and "readers" became a permanent style change -
I see things in the lower part of my
vision through wire-rimmed lenses that ride low
on my nose, and the mid-to-upper
views are naked eye, hence my feet are nearer
to objects than they seem,
and my podiatrical digits pay the price)
... and though this particular piggy-pounding
was as intensely painful and bloody as any of the myriad
bashings that preceded it, and while the air around me
reverberated just as rhythmically as it ever had with
streams of well-placed and frustration-relieving profanity,
and though my fists pounded just as relentlessly against
my thighs in anguish as they ever had before, (the purple/
black damage there to be tended to at a later date), and
while my face grew as contorted and red as was humanly
possible, THIS specific stubbing, was entirely different ...
... for when the aforementioned processes had run their
rather ugly (and noisy) courses, THIS time I smiled,
reached for my sublimely-timed Frozen Blue Margarita,
raised it to the direction of the accident itself, offered
a heartfelt blessing to that marvelous twilight air, and
TOASTED the very object I had stubbed it on ... a tree.
But you see, THIS tree was surrounded by cool, white
quartz sand, was near a lagoon that shimmered with the
colors of a peacock, and was festooned quite wonderfully
and perfectly and tropically, with PALMS ...
... battered toes ... be damned! ;-)
A Fool in Love
We could have been in love sometimes somehow
With the person we least expected
That feeling is always wild
That it could last you for a lifetime
True love is scares and hard to find
In the midst of our daily hustles and buzzle
We get caught in the irony of who is truly who
Wait a minute what's your definition of love?
Fill the blank space in your thought
Whatever comes is actually a cool response
Now here is the gist
A fool in love is fool at lost
They don't see the signs speaking in a still voice
Its speaking out loud that they cant hear
The wool is from their inner ear
They are carried away by the feeling in response to their emotions
Can your emotions be compare to your instincts?
Don't tell me you still don't understand
Have you forgotten when you were insulted?
Even a physical assault back then
Mutual respect was lost in the air
Understanding was no where to be found
The vision was blur that you needed a sun glass
You couldn't see above your nose
Danger was calling but you were far behind
Far behind that you needed to be yelled at
Danger was tired that he left unnoticed
How could you have forgotten so soon
You even had a dream that was opposite to your feelings
Yet you ignored and kept moving
Like a child who desperate for a breast milk
There's even a time a child pauses from taking breast milk
It will soon be reality .com
You have confused true love to your emotions.
Carried away by your sensations.
That you never read meaning to the signs aforementioned
Sheybe you see what it has caused you.
Its not time to regret
But try never to forget
What you have learnt in the process
You can now take a u-turn
From wherever you are not minding your destination and how far you have gone.
Realise you have wasted your hard earned time and move on
You are a fool in love when you are carried away by your feelings, emotions and not what love truly stands for
If you have been a victim
Brace up.
You do not know this,
but there are nights
I willingly fall to the ground,
knocking the wind out of myself,
staring up into infinity,
wishing someone up there
would send you back to me,
As if I deserve it,
As if you still speak my name,
As if time could be conquered
Yet, I allow myself a fantasy,
A breath held for a memory,
In hopes of feeling innocent again,
For innocence became us in childhood,
Blood was unknown to me
For love flowed through my veins,
Heart pumping the shine of your smile
through my entire being in circulation,
Laughter is heard, as stars are seen,
Each twinkle holds a moment of us,
As time has torn us asunder,
Life has revealed new loves,
new loves inspired anger,
anger ensured your hatred of me,
Thus, I became what all now see,
A child changed to cynic,
A poet who hates emotions,
A man who desires no faith,
For nothing moves me now,
Yet my words still know you,
A million apologies failed,
No sense in repeating failure,
No reason to cry more tears
if none will show you my humanity,
My pain now motivates my attitude
Thus, my soul is forever lost,
Despite the aforementioned change,
I still miss you daily, in misery,
with regret that lasts an eternity,
Hope for us, is my hope for heaven,
A paradise I have experienced before,
As I embrace the magic of the moment,
I briefly disregard my own logic,
hoping for an answer from nowhere,
For a chance to desire to change,
to see again, to trust again,
Praying to a god I no longer believe in,
to protect you and never melt your wings,
for I could not recognize you any other way,
I repeat,
You did not know this,
Yet this lets me know,
Heaven or hell,
Life or death,
Angel or human,
God or no god,
I have my opinions,
Yet two truths are proven,
You are an angel to me,
and... I Love You.
Poet of Perkiomen Valley
discovered aforementioned titled poem
about thirty months ago he wrote
impossible mission critters to smote
chronic issue yours truly does note
years later meaning today
April 19th, 2022
necessitated we allow, enable
and provide welcome to exterminator
actually management did hote
(obsolete) To command; to enjoin
hazard upon body, mind and spirit,
thus ridding apartment b44
visited by said swarming insects,
his expertise sought to mitigate
courtesy applying insecticide.
Insects created dark shadows
analogous brought outer limits
of twilight zone
resembling edge of night
in truth our one bedroom apartment
at that earlier date
affected, encroached, and outsmarted
by massive infestation of
Drosophila melanogaster light
weight winged worst
pests to eradicate
(scientific name regarding
winged flitting nuisance ignite
mentioned in title) besieged,
inundated, and thickly swarm.
dost primp and pretty
fie themselves (to
attract a witty
mate) during their
40 to 50 days city,
or suburban life
cycle long enough
to qualify for this
quickly written ditty
seemingly overnight
a bajillion biz zee
buzzing adults (each
about 1/8 inch long see
their world wide web,
thru at least one
unusual red eye,
which compound eye
of the fruit fly
contains 760 unit
eyes or ommatidia, well nigh
hapt tubby one of the most
advanced among insects,
where Google search
for home remedies aye
didst find to exterminate
these teeny weeny pests,
plus informational pursuit my
instantaneous curiosity yielded
above mentioned
esoteric tidbits,
sans accidentally disc
covered helpful good riddance
material of household ingredients
restraining me to breathe sigh
of dollop, and hope to try
one or more solutions,
which informed
this amateur entomologist -
listed forthright as:
1. Create a trap by mixing
apple cider vinegar
with a few drops of dish soap.
2. Another homemade trap is to
pour leftover red wine into a jar.
3. Mash up banana slices in a jar, and
cover top with a plastic wrap.
4. Pour bleach solution
into bathroom sink.
5. Detonate atomic explosives
as a last resort.
You are not defined by just your age, so don’t use it
as an excuse for not doing what you really want to do.
You are not defined by just your gender.
It’s an important distinction whether you are male or female,
but in many aspects of life,
you must expect and demand equality.
You are not defined by just the color
of your skin, hair, and eyes.
Appreciate your beautiful colors,
whatever they may be, and do not judge others
whose colors are different from your own.
You are not defined by your family’s reputation
or past mistakes you have made. Love yourself and know
it’s in your power to change bad habits,
improve yourself and grow your talents.
You are so much more than all the aforementioned things.
God’s strength is in your soul’s DNA,
for you are a child of the Creator, and He is Love;
therefore, you are ultimately defined by Him, and
by how you treat your fellow man.
Dec. 27, 2018 for John Hamilton's "You Are Not Defined By" poetry contest
Significance
Is whether or not
It touches you personally
Remorse
Is expressed in being caught
Not the aforementioned action
Because the truly Sic actually
just don't care at all
Twenty-four seven completes with only twenty-four hours of sleep.
I am up against the wall.
All day on my feet.
Pacing the halls.
I stop to brush my teeth.
A day without stupor does not defeat me.
Anybody knows that the world is gone to another way.
Anybody knows that the world is wrong to change the norms of our creator.
Inertness finds me often.
I am shock that I can control my inner being.
Formed from the lack of time, I sometimes close my eyes to unwind.
This workaholic environment is chaotic.
When it is time to relax, I deny myself.
I am that person aforementioned.
Anybody knows that the world is gone to a different way.
Anybody knows that the world is wronged to change the norms of their creator.
To pattern my euphoria, I add an eight day.
Another twenty-four hours of relaxation.
Where I overachieve…
This day is called Type A and is only for me.
If I am to be relieved, I must not aggrieve.
Anybody knows that the world is gone to another way.
Anybody knows that the world is wrong to change the norms of our creator.
Asleep and dreams do form.
I am the leader of my kingdom.
No conflict do I have.
I will return to these reveries were I left.
The sun is shining bright and my time is of the essence.
Anybody knows that the world is gone to a different way.
Anybody knows that the world is wronged to change the norms of their creator.
In accordance, we are in a state of serious absorption as an abstracted dictator.
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Scribed June 23, 2015!
Dear Music
Dear Music- would you marry drum?
for it will be beautiful when played under the setting sun
How would you love to be tomorrow’S heading
will you invite Guitar to your wedding?
From million miles your melodies be heard
As soothing as the morning hymn of a mocking bird
Since happiness can only befriend you
For you’re surely beautiful and true.
Music- queen of the ballroom
You Indeed are dominator of the mind In vexed volume
Could you stop the violence- happening a thousand mile
Sole Perceiver of peace - thence thou shalt smile
For you are one of the timbers of earth
As every soul knows you since birth
Only you can manipulate the choice-less
And can also speak for the voiceless.
Music- should you need a king,
Who will endear you with a diamond ring
You can think of Michael Jackson and Bob Marley,
From your talented basement to your lobby,
And even to you, Lucky Dube, and John Lennon were dear,
among the spot earners on the isle of the phenomena
As they, the aforementioned had no limit of valence
Yet they lived and died under our pitiful surveillance.
Dear Music- I wish you could walk for the disabled
For they indeed are hopeless- and subtracted from the fabled
You mesmerized, thence emphasized the beautiful life
But don’t the laborer deserve a break from the hunger and strife
I admire your stance to point out the lies- that demised many dreams
However I’m disgusted by the ignorance of the poor’s screams
Music- you define immortality- yet omit the underlying reality
I wish a few will see beyond generalization one day- and preserve equality-
TODAY’S WOMAN
A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We sing our songs while we take on the world.
We continue to overwhelm ourselves.
When we know anything, we have achieved success.
This is a formidable woman’s road map.
The lines she follows gets her there.
Intense in thought and with mind involved she forms the stratagem.
Her purpose is to inform the world.
Her future is, therefore, passed on to next baby girl.
Imminence is still yet to come.
Unless the world is in a formation discovery, we are backward spiraling.
The diffident disguises our lack of unity.
How obtrusive we are.
A conspiracy is inferred.
Reticent is unreserved.
We are a political powerhouse that must be robust.
We as women are the conditions of our home front.
We must disallow polluted waters from the wounds that bleed.
We must not be garrulous in our activism.
Cagey old women we will become.
When there is a reason, we must step-to-the-cause,
Insofar as our souls and spirit are intertwined,
As we segment, we can inspire all women to intermingle for support of universal health where women help each other to move forward.
For those aforementioned, our draft has been self-possessed.
We are women of potential acclimatization to invigorate, innovate, and to inform.
We are tomorrow and the future forthcoming.
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Penned June 07, 2015!
The Endangered Species Act
referred to as The ESA
is currently having problems
that may not go away.
Several species of wildlife
many a beautiful beast
Could very well become extinct
they're endangered to say the least!
Culprits, don't really seem to care
but they're at fault it's true
Oil Companies, Loggers, Special Interest Groups
just to name a few!
Global warming destroys their habitat,
their ability to hunt and such
Urban and Agricultural development
also don't help that much.
The aforementioned culprits and others
have undermined the ESA.
Some endangered species were left off the list,
"conveniently" needless to say!
The Grizzly Bear and Bighorn Sheep,
the Jaguar and Whooping Crane,
the Black Footed Ferret and Canada Lynx
are some that I can name.
All these animals are quite unique,
there's really quite an array.
So we all gotta do whatever we can
to support the ESA.
quick figurative brush stroke drawn out character sketch
(serendipitous verisimilitude)
i stand in awe
(with mouth agape) at elegiac, fantastic,
and graphic idyllic Kinkade magic
leaving breathlessness from craw
at such artistic talent oozing
spellbindingly, whatever
aforementioned noteworthy craftsman
doth paint or draw,
and chanced to comment
about sad affairs leaving flaw
in regard to questionable business ethics -
where press hee haw
contradicting, maligning, undermining, and jaw
boning sans said late talented mortal
engaging in sketchy traits of south paw
city when contrasted with a dog given gift -
ooh...such rah...rah...rah
when he first appeared on the scene,
where most viewers saw
utmost dynamic, fantastic, and harmonic convergence
displaying such prosaic, rhapsodic,
titanic art show events
hum...and perhaps not surprising
his illicit in dull gents presents stark contrast,
staring hypnotized as imagination invents
experiencing peaceful, restful
and tumblerful joie de vivre espying
honorable mentioned nonpareil oeuvre
that placidly rents
craving to disappear into bucolic landscape whence,
splashed upon canvass,
attempting to bat
presumed "FAKE" rumors aside as nonsense - fat
chance prevailed constituting:
deceitful, immoral, unfaithful sly kat
nocturnal antics, despite scathing attacks
(cut him down to size), niggardly praises spat
out for me, I maintain cult of personality (his)
setting Mac Book Pro wallpaper
with exemplary landscape, either authentic or copy cat.
To find the girl that I’d love best (A Sestina, 19 May 2014).
I thought to set upon a quest;
One that would put me to the test
So I left my cold and empty nest
And proceeded with vigor and zest
To find the girl that I’d love best.
Thus I left my castle in the west.
So proceeding from the west,
I set upon the aforementioned quest
To find the girl that I’d love best.
The trek was long, surely a true test,
That sometimes wore out my youthful zest
And made me regret my empty nest.
I did not turn back to my empty nest,
That was now far distant in the west,
Rather took heart to recover my zest
And with renewed hope continued my quest
Resolving to finally beat the test
To find the girl that I’d love best.
At a fork I chose the road that I thought best
Would lead to my fairest lady’s nest
But I was deceived by this beguiled test
And turned back around towards the west
To retrace my old footsteps of my quest
And returned to the fork with much less zest.
On the other road moving with less zest
I by chance met the girl that I’d love best.
She saw that I was on some kind of quest
And offered me sustenance within her nest
I desired to take her to my home in the west
And realized wooing her would be my final test
So preparing for this final test,
I pursued the charming girl with zest.
She consented to come with me to the west,
Therefore I won the one that I’d love best.
Thus I took her home back to my nest
And finally fulfilled my loving quest .
It never really was for me a test to tolerate the girl that I loved best.
So I cherished her with love and zest; because she took the emptiness from my nest.
Thus I never again set foot out from the west for another lengthy silly quest.
Slowly, gently
like a nomad, I slip away
out the back door of midnight hours ,
stepping into a brilliant autumn dome.
In a wet emerald park
Under lit panels of a tree
My guy sneaks behind me
Naughty as a vagrant wing,
Flinging on the grass, so free, so free.
And we run into the woods,
Inhaling dusk’s brightness
serenaded by jay-like trills,
while the child within holds this glee;
oh so free, free…a laughter beguiled.
Then sunrise slowly, gently flames
as our play begins to end,
he kisses my cheeks
before our moon slips-slides
into gray… a moment so free,
when our innocence abides.
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5/26/2016
Becca Teagan’s Contest: Slipping Away
*Poem inspired by aforementioned song
FOR GOD SO LOVED [JOHN 3:16]
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that
whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life."
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The wars and troubles of today demarcate a greater determination.
We must find the time to repose our lack of togetherness.
John 3:16 decries our lack of faith.
Why do we seek decapitation of a heavenly goal?
Man was given succor by Jehovah.
Might it be a vestibule we seek to pray?
Perhaps, today is to teach all a better way.
In our plights and fights, we must cease.
If we do not, we will end up defeated.
I have been throughout America and seen the joy of hope.
It has never formed to minority groups.
I am this country origin and blood.
For God so loved the world…
In the lens of history, we are.
The aforementioned states why life was formed.
May the will of God not be questioned?
The interpretation is a base of knowledge.
Have faith sisters and brothers!
For God so love the world, he sired a son on earth and whosoever
believes in the life of Christ shall not succumb, but have eternal life.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 14, 2014!
When you stand under the sun(light), one side of you might be bright
While the shadow on the opposite side might be a bit dim or lack of light
I think this might be an appropriate condition that can be taken into account
When explaining Positive or Negative emotions that you may feel you are set upon
I mean if you choose to see only the bright side that's often with you along
You may feel happy as you think you are warm, active, soft and giving out light
So often remember to look for the things that may make you feel pleased or fond
And choose to go to persons who might be willing to Praise you or to say "you are right"
Also, value and pursue "any opportunities" that may lucky you with a good fortune
And treasure and nurture "any reasons" that leads you to say "I am very well done"
To make all aforementioned easy to be true to let them bring you a positive mood
You have to remember that you should firstly learn how to cultivate " a heart of Gratitude"
And then to love, respect, and help people who are wanting positive moods as you do