Best Progressively Poems
HABITS
We wake up in the morning,
Our memory, collecting storing,
The same data over, and over again,
It becomes entrenched – a habit is due,
What triggers habits, just a simple cue!
We pass a highway that we know well
And put our car into cruise mode, swell,
This is routine, and we follow this road
For there is a reward,
We will shortly arrive at a place,
To which we associate a particular face,
And we store this for it feels good,
We now have adopted a habit,
That’s understood!
A repetitive gym advert
On TV, is yet another cue,
We lace up our sneakers, lay out our
Clothes, kiss husband goodbye
So long Hugh!
This has become routine,
For in a week or two
Our reward is due,
We will feel bran new
When we stand on our scale,
Which now tells a new tale!
A few more kilos you will
Have shed, we love this new
Routine, wow it is working
And without even shirking,
One gym lesson, we love the reward,
We once hated gym,
Now we never get bored,
And besides feeling healthy
We make our lives lengthy.
But some habits beware,
Cause strain, so refrain,
For these habits try to engulf
Us with guilt,
But our willpower will
Overpower guilt, if well built,
Willpower is the conscious mind,
And alerts us if we intend,
To be unkind,
So hurrah for the conscious,
We heartily cheer,
But the unconscious is
What brought us here,
To crossroads between the two,
Everyone differs in their view.
We must therefore
First think everything through,
For we adopt habits by
Storing more information,
And progressively throughout,
Each generation,
Embrace many a new habit,
But sometimes
Just do not grab it!
Psychiatrists forge forward
What a dilemma,
To find answers, neither
Altered or awkward!
Wrote this poem after having read he Power of HABIT by Charles Duhigg.
Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No case dares to appeal,
Embodies the essence,
Of a world they call real,
So they ask with green eyes,
Should I now switch with you,
Would that make my self-worth,
Somehow, progressively true,
I glance, to respond,
That neither is needed,
Because as tolerance failed,
Manipulation succeeded,
We both yearn to validate,
Our courses of being,
Amidst choices of learning,
And preferred ways of seeing,
For now, the windows are closed,
The Santa Anas, they're blowing,
And those lives which premiered,
Have no interest in showing,
We will then pause to wonder,
If the sill might be locked,
Therefore sealed from exposure,
And no chance to be mocked.
(12/30/01)
When a person approached investigatively,
He chases his relations suspensively,
He finds clue and works dramatically,
Suspection always works progressively.
Confirmation of belief confirms sensitivity,
Growth brings a change to work relatively,
Hunger is seeking growth for productively,
A limit of growth confirms value qualitatively.
When population has highly density,
Unemployment works offensively,
Poverty grows to increase crime,
Disaster comes to balance creatively.
Everything is naturally fast and slow,
A person has patience for a balance flow,
Air can’t across a gravity line,
Sun has different heat rates a limit to grow.
So, I am a liberal, and you should expect this of me
To be one who looks forward with a new approach,
Thinking outside of the box, moving progressively.
One inclined to play the game, seldom ever to coach,
I check out the statements from the various media
To be one who looks forward with a novel approach
You can expect me to come up with a new idea,
My opinions are many and open to expression
I check out the statements from the various media.
I am quick to make a most thoughtful confession
I will always stand up for the underdog, the victim,
My opinions are many and open to expression
Let’s fix it if something’s wrong with the system
I cannot wallow in criticism without any solution,
I will always stand up for the underdog, the victim
I’m a tree-hugger and an enemy of rank pollution
So, I am a liberal, and you should expect this of me
I cannot wallow in criticism without any solution,
Thinking outside of the box, moving progressively.
written January 23, 2022
#65 on BEST POEMS LIST for January 2022
POETRY SOUP
she tries not to appear COLDLY CYNICAL
her posture is LOOSE and RECEPTIVE
her body pitched PROGRESSIVELY FORWARD
relaxation
no movement at all but the HEAVE of her CHEST
THE ULTIMATE RESISTANCE
vivdictive
maybe shes TOO rigid
A PSYCHOLOGICAL SPECIMEN
getting uncomfortable with her UNCONSCIENCE
GRUMBLED WITH PLEASURE
COMPLICATED TRUTH be known
DISORGANIZED IN GENERAL
EMBARRASSINGLY OBVIOUS
DEDICATION
REST PEACEFULLY
I dream of a woman's body
and of wrapping it in my arms
and watching as it gets slushy
and as she progressively
becomes more slutty.
I'd like to play with it
like a fishers price toy.
And go fishing until
I've reached the treasure.
With a woman's body the fun
is never really over and I'll
keep scobba diving until
I've seen all four walls.
And pushed each and every lever.
Some women than like to sever
all ties and be the player.
But when I dream of a woman's
body I dream that time is frozen.
And that this one sensuous moment
could last forever.
But I haven't found her body yet.
I regret....
Steel mountains tower over ancient minds
The mismatched soul anachronism
Instincts progressively lagging behind
Primitive brain sees a deep red cataclysm
Ghostly mastodons stalk the fluorescent plain
A daunting checklist of tasks today
Frigid rivers to be crossed in your brain
Endless list of invisible foes you must slay
A war without coffins, blood, or casualties
Teeth gritted, girded in polyester for battle
It’s knives in the back and social realities
No true combat; it’s never settled.
Unrelenting angst through every fiber
Forever hanging over the precipice of defeat
It follows you: a rapacious saber-toothed tiger
Implacable stare, neither attacks nor retreats
Gone is the clan, the intuitive belonging
Disconnected tribe inside your building
Every woman and man the empty longing
The neighbors you don’t know won’t come ringing
The dingy cement, windblown trash scene
Dreary and numbing external reality
You heart calls out for a deeper green
Light humming, phone ringing, no tranquility
No reason to fight for any tribe you see
Except, of course, your family on TV
Nothing to die for, unless the royal “we”
Beat the drum of prosperity or ideology
A Sabercat here, a Ghostly Mastodon there,
Back is bowed, veins on your nose
Run wrinkled hands through graying hair
A million drops in the bucket, it overflows
Just remember when you find
You don't understand the rage
That you are a savanna mind
Trapped in a modern cage
3/29/16
The curtain tears at the centre stage
On a dancing mother and her saddled baby
Birds whistle, trees dance as the cock crows
The fire, whir, caresses her to ash
The new sizzling act oozing panache
The herald of a new dawn
The snoring clouds will give birth to a novel day
Poco a poco, the journey commences
Whoa! He makes it to the cast in life
The number one movie in the box office
See! The smouldering sun, fireballs everywhere
The boy, a man, a lion...
Rolling in the deep
Solomon please last forever
Progressively the day bids farewell as the sun fades away
The stage illuminates in her consummate intimacy with the moon
Basking in the euphoria of virginity long lost
Solomon, a boy, bag of bones
The moon wax stronger as the night crawls in stealthily
Zero, oh! Oh, zero! Time of reckoning calling
The weary act takes a big bow as the centre stage closes
And his shadow fades back to oblivion.
Righteous Malaysians they are found everywhere...
Here in Malaysia and in countless countries out there...
August 29th 2015 heralds the dawn of a new awakening.....
August 30th 2015 continues this launching of renewed enlightening...
Worldwide, concerned Malaysians they take to the streets dressed in yellow...
People, young and old, proudly they rallied in their T shirt yellow..
Day 1 saw masses of righteous Malaysians stay up through the night...
To awaken afresh for the rally the next day alright...
August 30th is the 2nd day for this monstrous rally...
One that will be immortalized for posterity in local history...
This is the day when righteous Malaysians sounded in alarm....
Of a beloved nation in a distress never yet to be found...
We Malaysians usually read with only passing interest....
When neighboring Asian countries suffer political unrest...
And their people take to the streets to be heard and to protest...
Who ever thought we Malaysians too will one day thread the same path...
Just to be heard, and to push for the government for a change of heart....
From a progressively authorative government in mismanagement...
To a people-centric democratic government expected by all its people...
This monstrous rally of 36 hours was widely touted as Bersih 4.0....
Simultaneously held in all countries that teem with righteous Malaysians...
Bersih 4.0 is a historic event for Malaysians in hundreds of thousands ....
Where true Malaysians showed solidarity for genuine love of the nation...
The monstrous rally was but a mass appeal to awaken an uncaring government...
In the hopes that a cleaner and just government for the people will be eminent....
Now that the dust and drama of that massive rally is settled...
Whither goes the direction of the government for the people of Malaysia?
As the clear light rises higher
Illuminating fog
Humidity from Friday's rain.
Thicker down in the bog
Ole hound dog is baying a prey
He yelps for hours today
I don't understand how he sees
Even a squirrel at play
Ole hound dog uses his sense of smell
To get that squirrel treed
Then in the quietness I hear
Another dog answers his plead
The fog quite heavy in low places
The dove's coos vibrate on
There is something unsettling
Maybe not as active in tone
That hound is getting annoying
He needs a little nap
The roosters can hardly be heard
To bridge musical gap
The sound of a hummingbird is brief
As he seeks some flowers
Drink nectar to sate his appetite
Though no hibiscus bower
Hibiscus a delicious meal
Now bees come in burst or waves
To feed from begonias and moss
Their buzz is heard then fades
My hands are hurting as I write
Even with arthritis cream
Which does seem to ease the pain
Freedom only a dream
God grant me the insight to seek
The Great Physician, and not complain
Unlock my heart to the beauty here
And anchored in You remain.
2 Corinthians 4: 16 (NET) Therefore, we do not despair, but even if our physical body is wearing away, our inner person is being renewed day by day.
2 Corinthians 4:14-16
Amplified Bible
14 knowing that He who raised the Lord Jesus will also raise us with Jesus and will present us [along] with you in His presence. 15 For all [these] things are for your sake, so that as [God’s remarkable, undeserved] grace reaches to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of [our great] God.
16 Therefore we do not become discouraged [spiritless, disappointed, or afraid]. Though our outer self is [progressively] wasting away, yet our inner self is being [progressively] renewed day by day.
Written: July 2, 2022
Even as the cold light of dawn breaks over the horizon,
I shudder at the thought of the darkness inside...the poison.
Even as the day gets progressively warm,
I shiver at the chill, at the thought of the storm,
the storm that's raging inside.
Even as we speak, I can hear it...
the cackles of a witch, even I have to admit.
I'm sorry...I wish I could say,
as in the cold light of day,
it dawns on me that I was wrong.
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It's been quite sometime since last I've seen your face
The outline that frames you
Hardly recognized in mind
Familiar only to your hollow eyes, engraved deep within the cold flesh you once were born warm.
That much i recall...
How i long to press against them with my fingers
Forbidden to see our futures presence
Forbidden are you to see the light
Lack of strength
So fractured
They fevered
My hands couldn't hold...us
Push against them
Push back
Black holes
Could this fill the void?
Physicality of violence could never measure to the internal inferno that sways in constant motion
In truth, it gravely burns
Whiplash
Triggered moments
Marking the idea that if only these sentiments were yern in a vase instead
That, i would very much like
In the process of healing
Your character fades
Flickering from time to time
But progressively fades
So very strange..
Half widow
And half alive
Over grieving
Too far,
Discomfort
Pay no mind to rain
Into the haze
We've lost touch
Denying to fathom
How very strange
That i once loved.
She loved a man who, in their early days,
romanced her and was quick with lofty praise.
Due to his love, life bore a rosy hue.
Does this sound too near-perfect to be true?
Was it a dream? Soon Paradise was lost.
His heart grew cold, and hers would pay the cost.
Her efforts drowned in his indifference;
each day became progressively more tense.
He used degrading words that broke her heart
and spirit. Once he’d torn her world apart,
he left, concluding her long stint in hell.
Will she recover? Only time will tell.
October 5, 2021
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You stand tall and erect,
strutting about in your pretty peacock
liberal orthodoxy
Aristocratic academia
dressed in silken plumes of rainbow diversity
Boasting that you stand upright,
ready to fight ...
Champion the common cause of all people
You possess such a peculiar, perpendicular identity
So progressively haughty
You clamor to make your self-righteousness
plain for all to see
Why then do you look upon the downtrodden
with an air of clinical sympathy
Social experiments you love to do,
pouring taxpayer money
into your theoretical constructed points-of-view
Standing tall, looking in the mirror,
staring proudly at your progressive vanity
You polish the philosophical medals
on your pristine, intellectual brigandine
You stand erect and stiff in your perpendicular identity
Rigid and inflexible is your liberal orthodoxy
It makes your ego soar high on feel good,
saying that inclusion of all make others equal to thee
But you don’t truly believe this in your heart:
Why then do you cling so to your paternalistic policies