Best Inflates Poems
My mother starts moaning, with another one due.
She won't live to see, as she struggles to wheeze.
I never knew famine would produce skies so blue.
But no need for toilets, I forget how to squeeze.
Searing sun inflates skulls into baroque balloons.
One whining dog, dying , from a surfeit of fleas.
I squint as my sister beats a roach with a spoon.
She's holding out hope, with a morsel to tease.
My eyes can still water from the feces and trash,
tossed up by vultures to release fresh disease.
I dig up what moist dirt I can pound into mash.
An old man collapses, not a single one grieves.
What passes for corpses- baking black as they pop.
Now the flies feel the heat and retreat to the trees.
My brother keeps wailing and I wish he would stop.
My breathing grows shallow in the oven fed breeze.
If it helps each of you,
I am down on my knees.
I beg you.
Hand me one piece of bread.
Would you, please?
Oh how I long for the menopause and end this monthly curse
I was hoping things would improve, but now it’s getting worse
I turn into a chocolate craving fiend at all hours of day or night
If someone raided my emergency supply it could end in a fight
My skin can take a bashing and I end up with a spotty chin
Stomach inflates like a huge balloon, but in reality I am thin
Can’t wait for those hot flushes; it could reduce our heating bill
I could ditch my trusty thermal vest for I won’t feel the chill!!!
Tongue in cheek write
Jan Allison
26th October 2016
When you meet death, smile as if greeting an old friend.
The fear you feel, is the fear that death will not notice how you've changed.
The lessons you've learned, the tears you've cried, the smiles you distributed to the ones in need.
But death as an old friend sees your discomfort, and wraps a warm arm around your shoulder.
The two of you walk arm in arm in the cold snow, lamp lights flickering in the distance.
Realization finally dawns on you, death was never the taker of your life, rather your guide to a new one.
The snow under your feet is infinitely deep, and you are without shoes.
With each step, melted snow turns to ice on your bare feet.
And the weight, o the weight would be unbearable without death keeping you from falling awry.
The pull of the unknown, drags like gravity down.
But death is strong, and deaths feet like snow shoes plod on through the deep.
The farther you travel, the warmer it gets, and when you look down you see the ice has melted.
The lamplight now looks as if it was made of sun, so warm, so pleasant like the face of an approving father.
Death turns to you and says, "It is time".
Looking back all you see is a tunnel, so dark it resembles the womb in which you first were birthed.
A deep breath, and you step into the waters, warm and inviting.
The snow and cold are gone, feeding this lake of warmth.
And even though it is light, you can see how dark it is until....
You are squeezed into the world that is to become your own, you gasp and suck sweet ether that inflates your breath.
The fear of being alone overtakes you, then you see your mothers eyes,
the eyes of love.
Death waves goodbye with parting words, "We will meet again old friend".
First Law of the Conservation of Energy- Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed to one form or another.
What animates life is energy........If life must create Death....then for the equation to be balanced...Death must create Life...........
It is the roots of Death.....that grow the tree of Life.. and it is the School of Life that prepares us for the University of Death...........and so the wheel spins.....................................
Outside My Window
I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write
The mournful heart looks outside
The window which for the moment is mine
I view with his eyes and the heart inflates
The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but
The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed
His cane chair is empty while mother is beside
The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs
The tangerines in pots dangling near to death
None to tell my brooding dear mother
'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'.
FOURTH
Balveen Cheema
September 12, 2015
Contest: Outside My Window
Sponsor: Bev Smith
RESTRICTED DIET –
JOURNAL IX
When digestion
falters
One’s favorite
dishes become an
internal poison
The ancient is
forced to start a
restricted diet –
No more pizza,
mashed potatoes and
gravy,
French fries
It seems all the
really rich, tasty
foods are
Forbidden
When we cheat,
overeat, stomach’s
revenge is
severe
Constipation grips
the old hind
quarters like
a nagging
wife,
or gas inflates the
gut to beach ball
proportion
Ah though, everyone
has a perfect
solution –
prune juice,
the gluten-free,
fiber to name
a few
These might furnish
temporary relief,
but, alas,
nothing proves
lasting
The release of gas
often proves one of
life’s
most precious,
enjoyable moments
In these last few I
vow a stoic
acceptance
C
The elders speak in timeless tones to reconcile the past,
And offer truths from which we choose to fill the roles we're cast.
But though the sage will muse how well the truths can guide our way,
So few will heed and recognize the worth of what they say.
The elders speak a sacred tongue in soft and whispered tone,
Of olden days and simpler ways, of souls who now are gone.
They tell of lies and blunders made throughout the ages passed,
And beg we put their truths to pen, for all to know at last.
They come to me at varied times and occupy my thought
With facts and lore of times before, and other things they've brought.
They seek to put a record straight or make an error right,
When history's lacking in some way and needs a ray of light.
At first, I’d cringe in shock and awe, was overwhelmed and dazed.
At times, I’d feel too small to deal with issues that they raised.
"What should I do?" I asked myself, “Why should I care at all?”
But time has shown that I should trust the wisdom of their call.
I honed my skills and craftsmanship, and dedicated time.
I lent my pen and acumen, and love of word and rhyme.
I judged them not for wrongs they did, their ignorance or views,
For though they erred, the lessons learned are much to dear to lose.
It's not so much the words they say, or lives they lived and lost,
Or ways they tried to go and guide, no matter what it cost.
But what they learned from what they did and left for us to muse,
Much more than gold and treasured gems, are lessons wrought with truths.
I believe many of us charged with making our history palatable for the generations to come
get far too involved in our own sensitivities. We seem to place inordinate significance on our
judgement of our ancestors' ignorance, wrongs done to one another, and politics. As a result,
we overlook the value of the lessons learned and passed along with their legacy. It is the
cost of the wrongs done, the lives lost, and the errors made that inflates the value of the
lessons from which we have to learn... and leaving those lessons in the past is yet a greater
cost, or loss, as the case may be.
HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of thine decree
tune thy hearts, minds, souls let agree,
sensed voiced symphonic guarantee.
BEHOLD, tis fortes air, breathes content,
weighed thy heartbeats, tempos augment
impressed moods, thy amour be sent
meant lovers twain souls gleam, assent
thy course treats fair, thy issue spent.
Serendipitous time errant,
thine art grand resolve thy arms bent,
caressing untouched hearts invent
distant tests and trials, relent
thine lips, intimate kiss advent.
FORSAKE thine naught our past mistakes,
indulgence sought hearts for our sakes,
soften tones merged spirits partakes,
resumed innate instinct awakes,
forming trust fusion overtakes.
Suffer our ascent, farther takes
gift deeply, frothed measure inflates
ardor ties revive, blissful fates
balanced fragile hearts insulates,
assured embraced love gravitates.
HAIL youthful thoughts in elder heads,
man tests, steads boy within, joy spreads,
astir thee dreamers from their beds,
recite poems of their misreads,
dawn assails starred twilights to shreds.
Unspool thy sunrise; rays shone threads
day, strings purpled veins thy night's steads,
pump life ballads, hymnal bloodsheds
squander blues, swapping sparkled reds,
gloom bides thy shift whilst clung gold treads.
VIEW love gifts thee thy lamps, soft coats
pure sought breeze, mild trace, handful floats,
tis thy time spreads trend, loom moon draws
waft breeding told claims, thy hour thaws,
cares borne thy primes spills yon be culled.
Crowns thy verse brushed lobes set are lulled,
rouge mouths favor Cupid's pierced aim,
Cherubs lyre naught burnt Rome, thou blame
flamed trails, lust swells lovers tender
tinged warmed hearts, goeth thee, their splendor.
Homely Appeasements
'You are what you eat', say the dieticians!
There is no escape from gormandising
I'm a foodie! It's aroma inflates my spirits
I once tasted garlic cottage cheese curry
In my dream, and my restive spirits unruffled
The next day for gastronomical delights to perfection
Home made bread, nicely buttered is a soul comforter
Especially when it sandwiches cheese on garden fresh lettuce
A serving of fruit yogurt calms my high tensed nerves
Another breakfasty delight is the aroma of salted butter
When two yolked eggs are fried together, they smile on
Warm toasts garnished with lemony herbs and sausages
Lunch I can binge on mangoes, my favourite fruit
I remember my granny warning me in childhood
Of having far too many alphonsos, but I couldn't be appeased
As week after week they tempted me on their arrival in baskets
From the botanical gardens, a tradition that continues till today
Grandpa winked, 'Enjoy the king of fruits to stay healthy!'
Fruity salads with tenderly roasted chicken for dinner
Is incomplete without soufflés, puddings or desserts
I'm happiest rustling up new dishes and relish my concoctions
If invited out I gorge on the aroma of warmth and fondness
With which the loving hostess has arrayed her heavenly cuisine
Cinnamony coffee, hot or cold anytime synergises me for a bouncy day
June 26, 2016
For Lewis Raynes
Contest- I Love Food
They say we are free
yet the laws are governed by hypocrisy
doctrines by decree
dictating to you and me
Justice is blind
and the gavel comes down
hidden in plain sight is
the criminal justice system
such a fine line
policy and law designed to protect you
that's what they have you believe
Stand knell plea bargain deal
The lies of our military
and the contempt of our president
by the swipe of a pen high jacked into ruin
computers media money and threats
Hypocrites that contradict
spoken words without meaning
Do as I say and not as you want
Bewildered are its people
speechless on both grounds
he says we'll get these terrorists
standing smug and proud
Staunch believer my way is the only way
Violates USA treaty
Destabilizes our economy
inflates the pump
world leaders taking a stance
the arms race again taking face
3rd world leaders are painted evil
hidden agendas and secret court rulings
Political arrogance
the image they portray
using the illusion of media
to trick and sway
to gain your trust, to make you believe
in their ideology
They speak of change
they want to work for you and me
so they go on tour to raise money to preach
to visit a state they analyze a sheet
it shows favorbility places they dont call you a liar, **** or a cheat
but in the end your vote doesn't count
a judge ruled it he signed it into law
King George lives again today
holding in his hand a dagger behind his back
I'll kill all those that get in my way.
I am the Sovereign rule I am the Sovereign law.
I am a slender looking sea bird having forked tails,
long hooked bills and a white under belly.
My genus is marked by sexual dimorphism.
My mate tries to do so many wonderful things so that
I would fall for him.Likewise,wonderful courtship display allows me to do a perfect selection and hang on to an everlasting relationship.
Possessing fantabulous stamina and striking feature~
he inflates his red gular throat pouches like heart shape,kept drumming love call untill I became impressed.
Each male took turn to out do each other ..
But, I loved him at first sight attracted to his musical performance.Aah..he looked magnificent with puffed chest.Shortly we engaged.He gave me a cozy nest to rest.
We, at times perch on tree tops at night for romance.
Being aerial ~he soars throughout the day
hunting for food and late night he comes to me.
Essentially categorised as kleptoparasite ~either we catch other birds or snatch food from their savings.
Swooping down to feed on squid and fish he is often attacked by our predators tuna or dolphins and chased to the surface.
I worry for him untill he is back home.Once he's back we enjoy, care & fulfill each of our desires.
Laying single egg, each year we relish the experience of parenthood every breeding season.
17-7-2020
Disclaimer: Sexual dimorphism is the condition where the two sexes of the same species exhibit different characteristics beyond the differences in their sexual organs.The condition occurs in many animals & some plants too.Differences may include secondary sex characteristics, size, weight, colour, markings, and may also include behavioral & cognitive differences.
Third place in the Contest.
Note: "I am a bird" -personification Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
The sky lightens, as in
His Presence, I stand and watch
the morning unfold its colors,
while the breath of God
inflates a large,
luminous orange balloon.
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Two other separate poems:
Randomling: TV Weather Forecast
I listened to the weather man:
Dark clouds are gathering...
Rain before noon.
Take your umbrella.
I listened to my heart:
The sun is shining in here
You won't need your umbrella.
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Randomling: Relationships
IF broken in places
IF in need of repair
IF the stubborn boulder won't budge
IF love has dried up like a rocky stream.
Start digging. Then shovel deeper.
Find a well
Overflowing love.
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Note: What are Randomlings?
To me, they are short poems,
sometimes with a creative twist ending.
They are expanded thoughts that
hopefully others will identify with.
They are like messages in a bottle.
They are whatever you want them to be.
.
A Sunrise Randomling
The sky lightens, as in
His Presence, I stand and watch
the morning unfold its colors,
while the breath of God
Inflates a large,
luminous orange balloon.
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Randomling: A Stalker
Fear gripped me!
I turned my head
to look and see
who it was following me.
Who are you?" I quivered.
"Go away! Don't hurt me!"
Behind my back,
my shadow laughed.
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Randomling: Relationships
IF broken in places
IF needing repair
IF the stubborn boulder won't budge
IF love has dried up like a rocky stream.
Start digging. Then shovel deeper
Find a well
Overflowing love.
.
I think this is one of my dumbest flows ever/
Cause it's a heartbreak I allow to repeat forever/
Refusin to quit, my loyalty is undying/
Heart doesn't wanna realize that it's lying/
To the logic, to my brain, to my god damn sanity/
Meaningless teases inflates my damn vanity/
Why can't you get her out your god damn head/
Why can't you choose another girl to love instead/
A self-deprecating angel is the saddest thing I've seen/
I Appreciate the beauty in HD on the widest screen/
My perception is perfection/
her perception is rejection/
I was falling, falling---- falling asleep I fell deep, so deep a deep mirage of sleep I gazed deep into the mirage into a tiny crystal ball where circling there were the remnants of a dream I saw my friend my best friend, I remember - - He said, I’ll be with you until the end of times. And there were times and there were times. When he lured me to the lion’s den And there were times and more times when he saved me from the lion’s den. I guess he is my friend and my enemy. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. HE places blame when he points a finger at others for the scars in his life and on his face for the taste of blood in his mouth. He obfuscates and negates his mistakes. He inflates others with blame. For shame!!!! he is my friend, so why must I hide that he shames me again and again. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. He chased me with a sword He tried to choke me with a cord. In my dream I cried I scream --- I scream Lord kill my enemy From heaven God began to shoot. Boom he shot him in the leg Boom he shot him in the arm Boom he shot him in the gut Boom he shot him in the head My enemy is dead and I appear at Heaven’s gate. I think as I wait – what is wrong? uh oh - - I was my enemy all along.
Moments passing by
The frog’s throat inflates like gum
The universe bursts