Best Primary Poems
~ My Primary Emotion~
Three days ago I decided to become heartless by
eliminating my Spirit and Soul I could not take
the agony anymore.
I urged my lawyer to come, he looked at me and
asked, what is wrong? Gazing at him said,
I don't regret committing that felony against them
I need to be punished lets go to court.
Having no reaction, looking disoriented he
opened the door walked me to his car & drove
to court.
Standing opposite the judge I stared at
him bluntly, he was reviewing my report
looked at me ushered to sit in the box
to be persecuted.
The defense lawyer aware of my crimes
seemed intrigued and asked, madam
what caused you to retaliate against your
Spirit & Soul?.
I needed to disrupt their thoughts which
turned against me, the chaos in my brain
became unbearable, exhausted by their
discussions aggravated my strength
weakened me, my whole body was
antagonizing, intentionally forcing my
thoughts to become heartless, merciless
when I attacked them.
Both profited from my kindness my
patience, my healing was not responding,
needing some peace to pray for a miracle
as my young brother today is near death,
cancer of the lungs, he`s getting colder by
the minute, not eating, not socializing, alone,
my tears were overflowing beyond control,
when I heard a friendly whisper coming from
my Heart crying, enough is enough your thoughts
need to stop to allow yourself recognize wrath is
unbearable, your sorrow is taking you nowhere,
wait for the diagnosis.
Out of compassion the judge set me free
my kindness befriended my Spirit & Soul
together we went back home. Waiting.
I was surrounded by them knowing
ahead of me will be the longest night
I will ever experience in years, because
I was determined to stay awake
for that call.
The echo of the ringer came louder than usual
we heard this message!
Minutes ago he was wide awake
Minutes ago his heart tore him away
minutes ago his casket was carried astray
minutes ago underground he will lay.
Minutes ago I wished him an endless
goodbye with a sigh.
My friends held me step by step walked
me to bed covered me up stayed until I had
no more tears to shed.
Those were my emotions for today. Grieving
over the loss of my young brother. Sadness.
Therese Bacha
2/4/2013
Contest of Dan Williams. Primary Emotion Today..
"Never paint except with the three primary colors [red, blue, and yellow] and their derivatives." Camille Pissarro
One primary color can make me feel mellow
when warm like honey heated up or like rays of a golden sun.
It’s flax, saffron, blond, and canary yellow,
cheerful like a daffodil and bumblebee fun.
It’s bananas too and a well-buttered bun!
The second and vivid primary color
spells energy, boldness, passion and power.
Cardinals make most other birds seem simply duller.
A symbol of love, rose reigns as a fragrant red flower,
while scarlet and crimson sunsets my eyes can devour.
The loveliest for me of these three colors is the hue
that melds with yellow, thus creating green.
Some jewels, blooms and berries are naturally blue.
Splendid is a dusk with the tint of an indigo sheen.
Oh, cerulean sky above seawater shimmering aquamarine!
It is said that she only paints with primary colors.
Red for the thin crimson blood that pours carelessly out of her wounded thoughts. Thoughts
she never cares to express.
Blue for the gracious sky. Open and excepting, unlike the people that surround her,
smother her rather. She day dreams of becoming lighter than air; simply vanishing away, as
if she was vapor.
Yellow for Polaris, the northern star. It always seems to lead her safely back inside her
mind, when she subconsciously drifts away in a thought bubble.
They say she forgets about her secondary hues, because the memories are just dead weight.
Green because it surrounds her, closes in around her. It is a deception. The pigment fails
to remind her to look up; up for the true escape.
Orange because it devours her contented thoughts, and replaces them with burnt images.
Images of the rebellious flames that stole his soul.
Purple because she can't fight the temptation as she stares deep into the constant
reminder. Her violet veins crave her razor blade.
When she paints, she paints in primaries, because secondary sources always lead her astray.
I don’t remember happy
It’s been gone awhile
I smile to convince myself
But it’s like lying on cold tiles
I wonder at which point
I lost my giggle and my grin
When did the switch flip
It can’t be gone because of him
I like to pretend
The truth is a wall of armory
But the words are from a book I didn’t read
The story you told must have been a forgery
Familiar is a script on rerun
And your circus is just passing through
Except your tricks are fancy
Got me lost without a clue
How did you get in
My hustle must have stumbled
Soul searching
Chasing after trouble
What happened to my Peter Pan
He wasn’t supposed to leave
Now he’s off hunting
Going back upstream
The treasure that you're after
It’s exactly what it used to be
The map's the same
You think you’ll find something you didn’t see
Hope floats
And wishes wash away
Some gifts just have pretty paper
But mainly they’re a waste
Wrap your expectations up
Stop running to hide
Turn your back and eliminate her
The other is teary-eyed
Now all I have is memories
Alcoholic dreams
Hazy days that rolled away
Summer heat reveries
I watched you sip my secrets
Mix emotions in your drinks
Let me believe empty security
Nothing more than just a glimpse
MY PRIMARY THOUGHTS
SUKUMARMOHANTY
(1)
The world has worthy ample,
No wealth to exalt in me;
Best has done my progenitor;
Wordsworth, Coleridge and Moore.
(2)
They hear the giggle from the jet,
Daffodils dance in the heart;
And euphonic carol of cuckoo in spring;
Blinking stars and floating fog.
(3)
And they note the whisper of twist,
Rain of rose in noon and night;
And prowling from heaven to hive;
The world is only light and life.
(4)
But,
I heed the eyes swollen with pain;
Submerged valley in the malignant rain;
And the clouds mask the painted sky;
Soon the utopia spin to dusky.
(5)
And I mark the thirsting sods,
Widow boughs with fried bud;
I get the roar of the deep;
And life immure in Her grip.
(6)
Though differ in tongues very the taste,
Crow louds,weighing himself the best.
(7)
But,
How can I flatter the girl of angle,
Watching her tender neck, apron tie???
potty train
small brain
to loo
till through
turn light
on bright
pee or poo?
one or two?
wee boy
has toy
great fun
small bum
wee kid
lift lid
on stool
hold tool
small wee
big pee
shower
power
aim, fire
no! higher!
whoops, missed
mom pissed
kid frown
sit down
boo hoo
no poo
big push
wipe tush
now flush
big gush!
old rule
close stool
small sink
succinct
faucets turn
don’t burn!
soap cup
wash up
scrubba dub
(not in tub)
rinse off
small scoff
towel dry
give a try
shutoff light
outta sight
repeat
so sweet
lesson learned
didies burned
I'm spirit
Be not afraid of it
I'm clear
legit
I'm lyric
Empiric
Satiric
I visit
the other
I'm water
You're hot
I'm hotter
I'm son
You're daughter
My spirit is tall
My flesh is shorter
I'm wind
Free
Not pinned
Neither thick nor thin
I'm skinned
I blow as I wish
No one knows where
I'm coming from
And where I'm going
People hear my roar
It's my game
My score
I'm not less
But more
I'm not peripheral, minor
But core
I'm central
Elemental
Principal
Crucial
Vital
Essential
I'm Primary
Fundamental
Everyone remembers it -
the little ones, that first day there;
for parents, that place where
the kids come out, and people chat.
Teachers too look back - that sign
of each young bud about to bloom -
but also they recall the room
that they met Matthew, the first time.
You brought an eloquence and grace,
and thoughtfully applied the rules.
For leadership in fire and flood, you'll
Always have a special place
in our community and school.
Some things when gone, you can't replace.
primary colours
in the still of lonely night
starless moonlight walk
.
No doubt
God looks after
Even sin city- Vegas
From oldest profession;
Politics’ newest victim;
Brothel King: Dennis Hof
.
When comes to profession
Prostitution is the oldest
Politics or pimping is next
(I disagree with Charles III)
So what is the context ?
In Vegas...
A pimp wins the election
But, it is after his death .
.
What happens in Vegas..
Stays in Vegas...as said
.
The celebrity pimp got seduced
by guess what..Politics
and got consumed
But after winning...
Never a loser - Dennis Hof..
He turned out to be a good cock
.
Guess his guardian angels told him
Hof, Stay here...don’t move
You happened in Vegas. you stay in Vegas
We invested in a pimp. Politics is a bad bet
Morris Jackson “Mo” Brooks
To a senate race looks;
Trump has rescinded,
Chances now ended?
Katie Britt
Makes my teeth grit.
Oh well, God bless her,
Shelby successor.
Mike Durant
Vote issue, recants
Some say reversal
Endorsement rehearsal
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*Mo Brooks, a sitting U.S. representative from Alabama's 5th congressional district, is taking a run at the senate seat being vacated by Richard Shelby's retirement. Early on, he was critical of Donald Trump, and also vocal in his agreement with Mike Pence that the election could not be overturned. For this, he may suffer the wrath of Alabama voters through a barrage of political attack ads from Katie Britt, his main opponent until Mike Durant, a later entry in the race, started surging.
*Katie Britt formerly clerked for Richard Shelby, who is retiring from a long-time career as a U.S. senator from Alabama. She's carefully positioned herself as a Trump conservative through a blitz of ads covering Mo Brooks' early criticisms of Trump. Her voice seems very "affected" on her commercials...
*Mike Durant is running for U.S. Senator for Alabama to replace Richard Shelby. Initially, clearly indicated we needed to "move on" when asked about 2020 campaign fraud. Now that Trump has rescinded his endorsement of Mo Brooks, appears to be reversing his former position. Speculation is that he's "simping" for a nod from Trump...
Prime Minister May
Set out one day
To Brexit a world gone astray
But President Trump
Just wanted to hump
'til the cows wandered home that day
Macron et Trudeau
Thought Brigitte Bardot
Might persuade the Donald to play
But such is our world
That Trump just unfurled
A cheque his attorney would pay
Of course Trump is rash
With taxpayer cash
He's not paid a dime that way
If that gets your goat
Putin has your vote
The GOP wins Primary Day!
Our medical system in Central Pa.
needs a major tweak.
Unfortunately the absence of care is
daily growing more bleak..
I can't see my cardio. until nearly a week..
A shortage of primary's clearly exists.
I'm currently on four waiting lists..
Drove to an e.r. yesterday to be seen
when my b.p. went up to 216.
Sat in a waiting room for over two hours
as other patients conditions were much more dire.
One young man clearly very sick waited to be
seen with a rupturing appendix..
After two hours of waiting I decided to go, in
hopes that my numbers would return to low,
remembering something my brother said
some time ago..
He said buy some beer it works you know.
Never really developed a taste for beer but
am drinking in the am and it works my dear..
High blood pressures are quite concerning,
alternative methods I'm quickly learning.
I'm almost certain I'm turning German.
I went today to vote
In New York’s Primary election,
Where one will be the winner
And the other face rejection.
My husband voted early
And I know which way he went
So the scanning of my ballot
Made the truth quite evident:
We had nullified each other.
Thus, the outcome is the same
As if neither of us voted;
But just one of us can claim
That we opted for the winner.
Though our choices we’d defend,
He or she who picked the loser
Likely will not hear the end!
Frailty is your beauty,
your inbuilt obsolescence
drives me to maintain you,
to hold you,
to protect you from the progress.
It comes in words,
it comes in boxes,
a gift not chosen,
but forced upon you,
as life itself is.
In stasis,
like a trick can of worms,
a jack in the box
awaiting some momentary joy,
gone too soon,
a heartbeat not followed by another.
I was not the first to touch you,
I will not be the last to hold you.