Best Individuals Poems
Was a cold winter night log fire was lit,
sending pictures around the walls.
They sat together on a fur rug
two happy individuals.
She smiled at him, thinking how romantic,
warmth from the fire making her cheeks glow.
They kissed, loving levels were reaching high.
she opened her eyes, that's when she saw.
Laughter bubbled up exploding
making her eyes water somewhat.
She had espied he was wearing
*Long johns with a flap by his butt
I wear them cos they are warm he explained
Meant to change them when home I got
He started to giggle with her, as he said
The look on your face I will never forget
Funny how quickly the libido drops,
the sight of long johns with a flap by the butt.
*Long johns. - Men's long white underpants to the ankle, some have a flap by
the butt.
penned. July 1st. 2015
Villanelle: To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To free their peoples from the oppressors’ superior mores
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To what great good Mexican peasants seized land archives
When President Zapata refused to administer hard-won laws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good Mahatma Gandhi’s fasting skill revives
The age-old Hindu-Muslim mistrust and Brahmin maws
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To what great good faithful Castro’s will still contrives strives
To keep his Marxist revolution going in open American jaws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
To what great good nations boxed in by their leaders’ drives
Go through deprivation depression desolation for saviours
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
To cap it all each nation favours some god with inane lies
An excuse to sanctify the nation’s man-made partisan laws
To what great good singular individuals sacrificed their lives
Only to find after they’re gone no true local legacy survives
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Queen Victoria ruled half of the world;
Michael Jackson wowed the world with his moon-walk;
Shakespeare's inspiration to poets is immortal;
Beethoven's music tastes like milkshake to the ears, even at present.
All these people, and many such others, have made history as individuals,
fascinating, influencing and dominating millions of souls. This reminds us that
the smallest ants cast long shadows.
I act as if every thing is always okay
Never to tell the people I see the truth
I act as if they have never hurt me
Never to show that they have
The truth is loud, the Truth is bold
Yet both of which are in my skull
My closest friends I can’t even trust
For if I do my reputation will combust
I will never be sane, until the pain goes away
I will never be happy, until I know they will not betray
Until that time comes, it will yell and scream
Only to see them. as they frolic in their dreams
Intelligent Individuals Mind
Thinking intellectually and positive can create an individuals mind.
02/20/2018
Evie
If individuals are really bright,
they do not strive for looking right.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Within 12 months, I met two fine individuals.
They both appeared to be gentlemen,
Not an inappropriate word or behaviour towards me.
Surprisingly, they both appreciated the same rare quality in women.
I learned that from their own statement.
One thing they have in common,
They both were too shy to say goodbye.
One even could not spare the word "Good night".
Amayzingly, one friendship lasted six months,
The other six days only.
They both alienated me for no apparent reasons.
Was I such a horrible person?
Did I not deserve at least simple words,
Of "Hello" and then "Goodbye".
That would be nice. Only they knew why.
I wished they could be kind,
To let me know by one way or another,
Spare me from wondering.
I did not need their friendships,
If that was what they wanted.
I never asked them for anything,
Just friendship and travelling companionship respectively.
One thing I wished they did not mean.
When they told me,
They did not get on well with their mother,
That reminded me a childhood's lullaby,
"The world greatest love for a child,
Was having their mother by their side.
A child has a mother,
Like a person has the treasures in their life."
To me, a child was, is and will always be
A child in their mother's eyes.
Maybe, the world has changed,
People love and treasure internet and computers,
All the electronic and A.I. devices.
Nothing valuable as it was.
I felt so sorry for them,
Somehow they lost their mother's love,
Broke the relationship with her,
Before they found their partner's.
One of them produced videos via internet
To raise his voice of justice.
The other published his books,
Which were available for sale.
They both speak, read and write perfect English,
They both promised to help me,
They both disappeared,
And they both equally deserved,
To have a happy family and wonderful life.
I sincerely thanked them both for indirectly involved in my poetry's journey.
One inspired me to write
Andand the other introduced me to a poetry's website.
Thank you guys. Let me say proper Goodbye.
I hate you
And you hate me
For the things
We think we believe
Not looking at each
Individually
But as a whole
Collectively
I have a mind
And so do you
So why do we
Misconstrue
What you think of me
And I think of you
Which more often than not
Is far from the truth
Just because we voice
Our opinions out loud
Doesn't mean we think
Along with the crowd
Last time I looked
Pretty sure I found
That both you and I
Make our own sound
Which means...
I do not hate you
And you do not hate me
For a lot of the things
That we both believe
Looking at this
Individually
Can't we both agree
Collectively
Why is it that people drag out their tasks needlessly?
Taking hours to accomplish something that could be
done in minutes?
Gallavanting and having fun has become more important
than getting their chores done,
There is no sense of urgency in their service,
They'd rather have a good time at the expense
of their customers' bliss,
Is it immaturity or ignorance?
When customers are at their
wits' end it never spreads good publicity,
Perhaps those in public service just don't care
whether or not they enhance the effectiveness
of their businesses,
They'd rather get on by spending their hours
in giddiness.......
Exceptional individuals
are called by God
to lead lost souls to Him;
and the words they speak
are truthful and bold;
and they never lose heart...
when they are tossed by a storm:
their faith greater than doubts!
God speaks to them and they obey,
changing the course of human history;
and when chaos and confusion threaten their safety,
a promise is made into them:
to live by compassion and integrity...
until wonders and miracles will amaze them!
Many have gone into sleep,
rejecting the message of salvation,
another chance for redemption...
to awaken their dead spirit;
and while they treaded the paths of endless fear...
those exceptional individuals could have ended their despair!
And, with perished thoughts ,
they wait in their grave to hear
the angels' trumpets announcing the hour...
with a hope never lost to eternity;
they will be raised to life by God's infinite mercy,
and be judged in the presence
of those exceptional individuals
who were saved by Christ's blood at Calvary!
Created from society
Controlled substance of what we should be.
Don't do that.
Be bright not flat.
You're this you're that.
Close your eyes don't think to much.
If you get to high they'll use your crutch.
We are but pieces in a game.
Don't show too much hide your flame.
Our intelligence based on a test.
Get an A without common sense.
Dress yourself in what we show.
Don't drive to fast don't drive too slow.
We are but animals in a cage.
At least we can write on a page.
Don't let them dull you.
Don't follow along too.
Be yourself open up.
Don't drink the poison in the cup.
Watch everything don't be a sheep.
For we are feeding from the government's teet.
Don't let yourself hang by strings.
Their little puppet the money, their kings.
Break the walls.
Mute the calls.
Stare straight through them all.
Break the mold
You'll have to be bold.
Don't follow in traffic
Make sure you craft it.
Take your steps.
Make a mess.
Shine that light
Your individual bright.
I hate shut minds, people who never see gray.
I hate rudeness, and ridiculous amounts of violence.
I hate assault rifles. No one needs them. There is no reason.
I hate prejudice, racism, and sexism.
I hate generalizations about people.
All black people…
All white people….
All Democrats….
All Republicans…
All women…
All men…
I hate shut minds and the experts who do not understand
That when they shut them, they are excluding millions of people
Who might show them
That there is no all in any group of people
We are individuals.
All of us.
Every
One.
God will carefully study the happenings
And shrewdly monitor played innings
He will deeply muse to arrive at the truth
And tackle strongly that which is uncouth
He will bless the good and curse the bad
And save those if nobility is by them had
He will treat with kindness magnanimity
And punishes those following enmity
He cares not for the riches possessed
But, by love, all are by Him assessed
God's goal is to maintain pure happiness
That is why God is enjoying uniqueness
God and His Angels protect all the souls
Who are in pursuit of highly merciful goals
Those who depend upon Him with love
Are rescued by Him with a strong vow
Always God's intention is to do a favor
His heart is like the soft petal of a flower
God and His Divinity are ever trustworthy
They will provide ever the needed sympathy
Go to God and offer a prayer touching His feet
He will greet with a benign act to kindly treat.
When a man's always angry and always enraged
blaming complaining and slightly deranged
quickly offended and often acts crazed
never changing and always the same
it's not that he's mad or that he's insane
I'll tell you exactly what makes him this way,
the answer's straightforward so don't complicate,
his genitals are tiny, it makes him irate!
*it's sooo true, it's sooo funny
A complex psychological poem of a vivid portrait of a person caught up in a morally wrong, intoxicating passionate affair.
Inescapable, aware of its moral and social implications, but still addicted.
It reads both like a love letter and a confessional piece.
Layered with dark beauty, guilt, defiance, desperation, and an intriguing question?
Can two cheaters ever be truly happy?
A theme portrayed endlessly in soaps, drama's, film but more realistically, life.
Well, what do you think?
Can two morally corrupt individuals live happily ever after?
Title.
The Affair.
(A lone voice whispers)
We always meet under the moonlights priceless silvery rays
We dance like entwined consummated eternal lovers
Forever engaged
Married insidiously by Father Darkness through our wicked salacious old ways
The thoughts of the world
and all outward consequences
Simply burn on our old relationships funeral pyres
And like grey smoke
Simply float away
Carried aloft by the cold now dystopian midnight air
This crazy relationship which once started as a Facebook and Twitter conversation, and
now such a thrilling, exhilarating irreducible dare
Is now my every living breathing prayer
This may last or may break
It may end in a heartbeat as we share a slice of the Devil's
delicious seductive cake
But you were always worth the risk and long waits
Your three words now just bind me and sing to me
Whenever my green eyes close
Three words within eight letters, I just love to hear
I love you
It just keeps me star-struck
Like a Hollywood big actor
Lost on your big screen projector
Regardless of our sins before God and humanity, and our unspoken marriage
As we ceremoniously slide through dark shadows like unseen lepers
I know we'll win and buy that beautiful dream, we often speak of together
For we're just one of the world's many unknown sinners
Swimming valiantly in one of life's many deep rivers
Holding tightly to each other as we sometimes struggle to breathe
Trying to be together forever
Whatever this judgemental
world believes or conceives
Married together insidiously
through our wicked ways
As we weave gaslighting Machiavellian plans
To always deceive
(C)
Copyright John Duffy