Best Avocation Poems
Life is monotonous if it's got no goal or purpose
Life is monotonous if it's meaningless
If u don't know why you're here
Or where you are going
Lest we develop faults in a given avocation
A negation of affirmation
The decay of stagnant self content
Then life is full of frustration
Full of unhappiness
Because those who have no ultimate destiny
For life, beget life
Such people say life has frustrated them
No, they have frustrated life...
Puzzled by your measured liftime,
Much confusion you equate,
Knowing, as you grasp a lifeline,
Schedules show a drowning date.
Set upon by weeds and thickets,
Shuttered windows hide the veiw.
Then to find out-dated tickets,
Missed events concerning you.
Sit and mull this worn location,
Weakened walls that lean askew.
Houses' weary avocation,
Fighting Dry Rot seeping through.
Lived a life with doubts it happened,
Births and deaths and in-betweens.
Witness to a chaos bastion
Passers-by would deem serene.
Ghosts, convinced they still are living
Fool themselves with false vignettes.
Soon the messengers will give them
Peaceful crossing to their death.
Gene Bourne
06-08-14
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Take My Hand, And Be My Love
By Rick Rucker
Come with me, and be My Love,
Only seeing blue skies Above!
At odd moments, throughout the day,
At tape of recent events, in my mind, I play,
All of my defenses,
Are bypassed by my overloaded senses,
I’m sure my friends think me quite daft,
They’ve seen me oddly smile, heard that I weirdly laughed,
Although it isn’t yet Spring,
Friends mention that I often sing,
At the slightest provocation,
Due to my dearest avocation,
Which is Loving You!
The only thing I forever want to do!
I know that You are more reserved than Me,
Don’t blame me, you have set my Inhibitions Free!
I feel like some love-struck kid,
My Love for You, I never hid.
You have given my Heart wings,
Played a Lover’s tune on my Heart strings!
Take my Hand, and walk with me,
I will try to let You see,
Just how wonderful our Lives will be
Me, in Love with You, and You with Me,
In a Garden of Delight,
Loving You, both day, and night!
Being with You, I will never tire,
To be by your side, I would swim through Fire!
Though our names be not Montague, nor Capulet,
Our Love will be remembered, that I’ll bet,
For such an epic Love, it would be a sin,
If others could not listen in,
My poems are meant to record,
How blessed I am, with You as my reward,
How long will I write for you, a Love Rhyme?
Only until the end of Time!
A ripe body of Adolescence, nuzzled by beauty
on which hair is polished by crystals and sapphire
but lacks in the garrison of virtues and patriotism
becoming blind to the significance of its own felicity.
So gullible is its owner, that Dorian Gray is her preferred suitor,
so false are her choices like bringing Tilapia to Canada to strive.
Protracted human disasters have not altered her Oestrus
yet barren even with the plethora of fertile males
she's an ignorant keeper and owner of a unique talisman
causing a huge surveillance from selfish sugar daddies.
In the midst of her turmoil, she stays ludic
inflicted with so much pain but cry so rhapsodic.
Swimming with the fast in pretentious avocation
entertaining in self deceit, through every dulcet move.
Well formed mouth without a beak and limbs with soft knees;
her metamorphosis should be complete, yet a chrysalis she remains.
A complete turnaround requires an economic Hasidism
for the existing gross mediocrity to be evanescent
then refined existence in juxtaposition between an idyllic present
to a radiant future would be once again fully established.
No matter how or what you write:
A myth, a melodrama or a mystery,
About your life or a dreadful night
In a poem, a song or a short story;
Write in a manner to evoke pathos,
And in matter to mirror a tragedy,
Establish a sincere sense of ethos
Whether you write a satire or a comedy.
Either try to provoke a hearty laughter
Or to elicit a feeling of warm sorrow,
Steer them stealthily to a myth buster
Or promise them a better tomorrow.
Write an epic, an elegy or a pastoral
With a sublime, visionary imagination,
A ballad, an ode or even a doggerel
of a dramatic event or a silly situation.
Perceive the pulse and tone of the people,
The image, the rhythm and the sound,
The habit, custom, creed and the foible,
Develop the theme with metaphors abound.
The essence of life belongs to poetry,
It is an ever enriching avocation,
Where purity of love overcomes bigotry,
Where reality juxtaposes with imagination!
We have some friends with a son named Todd,
whose avocation was to an actor be.
Little did I know that his avocation
would sometime soon involve me.
I loved to sing around the house
and (if I say so myself) could carry a tune.
One day my wife told me that she
didn't know how really well I could croon.
Their son had gotten a lead role in a show,
my wife bragged about my singing.
When she mentioned that chorus voices were needed,
I should have heard the alarm bells ringing.
Have you ever been in a Musical Show?
In front of an audience I would never stir,
Yet, here I was agreeing
to join the chorus of "Oliver".
It was very hard work from the beginning,
rehearsals and stage blocking every night.
Then there were the costumes and make-up,
Now I know what it feels like to put on tights.
Oh, you should have seen me,
dancing and singing like never before.
Gallavanting with trepidation in every step,
learning to enjoy the audience's roar.
It was fun as I had never experienced,
being part of a cast to make others smile.
Wearing hose and funny clothes, pretending
that I was someone else for a little while.
I don't remember how many performances,
but I'll never forget that feeling at the end of the show.
When the audiences stood and applauded us,
as we bowed and then had to go.
There is no such feeling in the world,
than to be appreciated by others you see.
Performers, writers, comics, or poets
all give us something we need.
That is why they shower their applause on us,
when we perform to make their day.
I know, because I have experienced it
even in just my own little way.
It made me want to do it again,
to be an actor and not a stagehand hidden.
I'll tell you about my next performance,
in a show that I was so glad to have given.
I try to permeate your heart into my shadow
The essence painted in silence, my solitude
Our laughter sent by heaven
Passing through the days, I dwell within the wonder
Once in a morning I sneak into your schedule
Being a stalker is not what I meant
But along with you are such an addiction
Or should I call it as a new avocation?
Sailing my admiration into your sparkling ocean
I sail it deep through the land of your falling mist
Hiding behind the translucent veil
You can only see the faint
I would not leave any clue
That my heart ever fall for you
Let me be selfish this time
I loved to be the secret admirer behind your shining stars
Every life has courage
Every life can see the light
Every life can see the truth
Every life is a priceless piece
Every day can be trailblazing
Everyday dialect has an exact mannerism
Every day has clues that suggest steadiness
Every day has prolific languages
Everything brought you here
Everything implies you still have a chance
Everything from the yesteryear breathes inside you
Everything is an avocation that you exist
Every second entails presumptions centered on phenomena’s
Every second of apprehension can encumber the last
Every second devours time
Every second gave you a venture to be here now
Every one of us desires permanency
Every one of us strains to attain
Every one of us has distinctions
Every one of us has a speech
Every one of us can generate a spark
Every Life
Every Day
Everything
Every Second
Everyone Of Us
Can Make a Difference
You're my Knight and I'm you're Lady
a medieval flash in time not maybe
your nobility conquers any quest
with armor and sword dressed
Remove all apparel you need it not
for you've won the battle you have fought
leave your saber in the stone
magic comes from inside hence thrown
And the ruler will also disarm
to you I'd never harm
defenseless you are to exalt
cavalier without assault
Our virtue exposes all infrequent prosperity
excluding obnoxious barbarity
Your lord and vassal can retreat to isolation
drop coif and shield and leave all avocation
Although amateurs are annoyingly apt at aping another’s avocation,
All artists accord another’s art acceptance,
As any artwork asks appreciation,
And after all, all artists are allusive, anyhow.
October 21, 2019
Reformatted October 30, 2019
This My Voyage
When vitals have boarded victuals,
Why concern the sundry?
When soileth I nobody’s cake,
Why stall my thrust?
For this’ my voyage
And I esteem none a judge,
But one that journeys idiomatic.
Perhaps lost in the way,
Yet I’m established in resolve!
And nothing matters more.
For countless have eyes parochial
Peeping through life’s crevices,
But this’ my voyage,
Eventually that my urge
In consolation should reside.
This journey’s got phases
And besets sublime,
Upsets soon become my avocation,
Joy scintillatingly employs
And a comedy my scene becomes!
Albeit in refuge, it’s mine voyage
Hosting none a grudge,
My raiment not to tarnish.
I cherish no voodoo
And dance not to the storm too,
As the stars’ glim up there,
So my treasury gleams in here.
I’m packaged enough
For this my voyage,
Esteeming none a judge
But one that journeys idiomatic.
THE LAMENT OF A PENNILESS BLOKE
For want of avocation, I became a poet
To bleed my misery on paper calling for an eye,
To see me in my tattered footwear and backless shirt,
But no hear have I got even with my wildest cries.
I sought for love but that eluded me for lack of capacity,
To wine and dine in places only people in purple afford,
Ask me not to write to you as I cannot read later on write,
The tongue twisting speech style I have not learned
Of me they think I have no fashion sense.
How can I when dolce & Gabbana is a name I only see
In chanced movies with people that woo lovers and hunks.
Intelligence have I none; wisdom maybe
But that cannot lure a sensible Tiffany-ier
All I have is me; about me I cannot lie.
Copyright © July 2012. Nsamu Moonga. All right Reserved.
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Difference between
Who am I?
and
What am I for?
What is my purpose,
healthy meaning,
resonant ethology,
theological vocation,
ecological therapeutic avocation?
Cannot outshine similarities
for RightBrain's sacred WiseElder capacity
sufficiency
with holding these two,
What next comes?
and Why EarthLife past?
inductively together
as co-defining,
refining Here-With-Now
Who have we been
at our best multicultural wealth
of polyculturing health?
Of course monoculturing LeftBrain dominance
will happily deduce
a million degrees of separation
between secular identity
and sacred individuation,
between form,
function,
being and becoming,
and for many good healthy reasons
insist on separately labeled boxes
between RightBrain
Both/And Future Identity hopes with primal feelings
and LeftBrain Either/Or
Past Ego/Eco bifurcation,
mutually exclusive
double-binding
co-refining
anti-septic separations.
And yet
lacking therapeutic integrity
of Ego resonant advocacy
for
as
with
by
of
through eco-meaning historic DNA roots
Restore my healthing ZeroSoul
with sufficiency
for what we have achieved to nurturing date
through cooperative health quality improving We
And in spite of egocentric competing Me
so far,
still dissonantly failing to fully WinWin up
Revolutionary restoring green healing Yes!
notnot so distracted by Red, No!!!!
Enough WinLose
BusinessAsUsual competition for today
and too much for climate health tomorrow
to revisit
Who I am
and Why we ever were
again each reborn dawning morrow.
Differences between
Who am I?
ZeroZone
and
What am I for?
What is my double-binary bicameral purpose,
healthy meaning,
wealthiest ethology?
Cannot outshine binomial similarities
for double-binding Secular/Sacred RightBrain's
WiseElder historic capacity
sufficiency
with holding these Awesome two,
What comes next for Ego?
AND
Why this EarthCentric patriotic/matriotic Past?
inductively together
Co-defining
notnot yin-fractal wu-wei balance
refining PositivEnergy YangAbundance
Where have we been
speed of PrimeRelational EnLightening?
Who have we ZeroZoneZen been at our best
WinWin Sacred Ego-EcoLogos wealth
multiculturing PositivEnergy Democracy
Trusting only healthy past
for wealthy futures?
Before ... I was a poetry writer,
I was a little girl story-writer,
though bullied- I became a life fighter,
and found a release.
With words there was total liberation,
and writing became my avocation,
a release, elation, fascination,
from past sadness.
I think, ponder and contemplate a theme,
sometimes, it will just come on a sunny beam,
I meditate and muse, reflect and dream,
to find poetic release.
The theme ... I will probe and investigate,
research, explore, and often it will frustrate,
but, then I have it and will celebrate,
just before release.
Have learnt to be diligent ... devoted,
in my head words and phrases have floated,
some of my lines have even been quoted,
now, I am a writer.
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November 14, 2022
Poetry/Tail-rhyme/Now, I Am a Writer
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1502-292-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Just Before Release
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 11/27/2022
Seventh Place