Best Secondly Poems
Firstly,
waking up to your thoughts,
is not what I really do.
Secondly,
slothing around, thinking about you,
is not what I really do.
However,
doesn't mean that I love you no longer,
nor that I don't miss you.
When I manifest my fascination,
about something I love,
and there's no one who discerns,
that's when I miss you most.
When I speak my mind out,
about our insignificance in the cosmos,
and I'm met with vacant stares,
that's when I miss you most.
When I am gloomy,
about something I'd bungled,
and I no longer hear your reassuring voice,
that's when I miss you most.
Every time I be someone,
someone I am not,
and when I remember who I was with you,
that's when I miss you most.
Categories:
secondly, beautiful, desire, emotions, friendship
Form:
Free verse
I can only speake for myself now, so if it don't apply [to you] let it fly.
Though I'm not the only one, facing tribulation. So why want I cry....{???}..(Caused)
crying not for me and I don't know WHY-Yall !!...For it seem I've run out of
tear's, it seem...it's no obligation left in me.
"I don't know why - I think its because of so much Pride," (and) I don't know
why..! "But My Plate is Full-and I think its because of so much Pride."
So I toss and turn-O'Yes I did, but still.....Lord, why...bring all [of] these burdens on
Me. "Yes I did ask." "I knew I had Man-Up to the task. " (task of obesence) but
still I was not afraid to____ASK(?).. There are storm's troubeling me, day after
day-Yall, yes day after day, just how much is enough ? I can only speak for my-
self. But it seem like, I've gained them all on my oww-nne'dd..!!! (sadly) its just
the way it seem. Buut-bu-utt still my conscience has dreams...??? (Now) now...I
did cry..why..I think something happen that just erasted my Pride..{!!!}
"My Plate is Full..(O'Yeah)..realising it..first I had put away the Bull.." Secondly...I
must humble myself {cause} that/is what brings acceptence...(then) the..Bull-lll
may it blinds me from myself..My{dignity} no more. "Upon the steps..(walking) of
the eastern shores.." "My Plate Is Full"
Categories:
secondly, art, inspirational, parody, day,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
They approached me in an inconspicuous way
as quaint & confusing disillusionments do,
saying, " Hello, you're the best - "
I replied reluctantly,
" Thats why I weep every night - " ,
crying like a captured secret,
sorrowful like a caged cure for cruelty,
they became silent as photographs missing sentiments,
our dialogue was at an end,
was my statement a joke, modesty, a travesty,
nobody wins something of value by themselves,
One cannot taste the terror of triumph individually,
and risk is instinct to a Victor's jubilee,
I mention these maxims as testaments,
validations for the tears of all winners
who have lost tremendously along the avenue named " Greatest " ,
there exist three inevitable enemies that attempt to impede
the achievements of all great people, ironically,
these serve as motivations not to rest,
first, the lazy luxuries of life that stymie the strength
of ambition and when absent,
induce abject illusions of incredible iniquities
which stifle Will,
secondly, undisguised, unabashed competitors
whom combat without care or compassion for others,
devoid of devotions to fairness or decorum,
thirdly, and sadly, loss of loyal friends,
they once greeted you respectfully, then eventually
cheerfully, dutifully deride you for exposing mediocrity,
please don't dismiss this lesson of lonesome liberation via success
as a proud 'pity parade', masquerading megalomania,
or as being dreamily decietful,
to be a faithful, or even phony follower,
to be intentionally indolent or dastardly discouraging is so simple,
so safe,
Freedom is often distasteful -
J.A.B.
Categories:
secondly, character,
Form:
Didactic
Yes modernization is here
Islamic rules have made it clear
Pick up a small stick
And beat her to the wick
Make her understand
Obey your command
Pakistan is the modern land
Live like a man and beat at command
Only though because you care
To make her subservient and thus obey
She must follow your Islamic commands
And bend over for perverted desires in your satanic land
Now death to Israel
For they have committed the crime
Of being modern in un-modern times
As they saved the wounded of Syrians blood
They embrace humanity
Pakistan grabs a small stick
And strikes fear in the sexes
My god is there no common senses?
Notes: This is not to condone or condemn any Country. Merely to show how at times biases take things way out of context. At times the world decries one death, as in humane as next door hundreds of thousands take place under the silent ones of oppression.
Secondly this is specifically about The Council of Islamic Ideology a powerful constitutional body that advises the Pakistani legislature whether laws are in line with the teachings of Islam. There interpretation is of course ludicrous and I am well aware true Muslim worshipers would never follow such violent and antiquated teachings.
This came about from the CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/28/asia/pakistan-women-light-beating/index.html on the topic. On weekends I often partake in discussions at a Middle Eastern coffee shop, people from all over the middle east, where we have lively discussions. So it’s of note that this poem was the summary and views of the Muslim mates are I was sharing tea with.
Of note, many of them in their own countries could never voice any dissenting views without being tortured or killed.
Categories:
secondly, angst, dark, prayer, violence,
Form:
Free verse
As I see it. When a child is in school if they are shunned the blame lies with the teacher first and the principal secondly.
As we grow to adulthood, we choose friends whose company we enjoy which is not defined as Cliques but "Friends".
I belong to a club with 160 members and I like all of them but when I choose to do things independently, we may go to dinner in a group of 25. Here we laugh, sometimes too loud, and have even been thrown out of a restaurant or two but that's the way boat people are.
There seems to be a lot going on at Soup using the word Clique. I think, in this circumstance, everyone has people they communicate with more than others but that simply means they have more things in common. Just my opinion...
Categories:
secondly, friendship,
Form:
Narrative
Merlin was born by sorcery.
A demon father, incubus.
Virginal mother, royalty.
Great wizard of King Arthur's court.
Of legends, deeds and chivalry.
That fabled castle Camelot.
He prophesied, waved magic spells.
Bade Viviane of Avalon,
Enchantress Lady of the Lake,
To forge a royal magic sword.
Excalibur she set in stone.
Merlin besotted and beguiled
Reveals; his secrets for her love,
Black magic art, dark sorcery.
Which wantonly would seal his fate.
Arthur's crowned King, he drew the sword.
Excalibur it blinds the foe.
King Arthur's scars in victory,
By magic scabbard, they don't bleed.
Merlin rewards his Viviane
To cross the sea to Avalon.
A magic castle on her lake,
Whoever passed, they could not see
He built for her by sorcery.
She spurned his love, insanity.
Merlin's a Druid going mad.
Hallucination, lunacy.
Now wild man of the apple woods
In Avalon, misunderstood.
Craving his freedom, prophesied,
Three times how would a young boy die.
He saw him falling from a rock.
Then secondly, hung from a tree.
And finally he would be drowned.
His captors laughed, how could this be,
A prophecy turned into three.
One day the boy walked by a stream.
He tripped and fell from off a rock
His leg entrapped by roots of tree,
Hanging, he drowned in waters deep.
Merlin's predictions, set him free.
But Viviane now cast a spell.
Entombing Merlin in a stone.
That temptress Lady of the Lake.
Categories:
secondly, mythology,
Form:
Verse
Stand I here upon the Precipice of Time
between madness and derangement-
In a grief so profound
ambiance of rage,
with darkening clouds abound
marring my every breath
Declaration to your joy unsound.
Yet- from this stance
I envision you, my perfect
seraphim of light-
aching for you
Ceaselessly grasping for that which
I have no chance.
Grasping – bent in half
weeping-
My corrupt nature defies
All I hold sacred and true-
You need know
My soul rages in disparity-
Immortally, hourly, minutely, secondly…
ETERNALLY-
I cry.
The Dragon’s shadow awaits me.
Shapes, wraithlike and laughing-
clawing… dragging…shadows
eerily baffling.
Veiled obscurity- most refuse to see
This sickening reality
Tis only righteous- to set you free…
Paled I am by another’s word-
his creed, I allowed this blasphemy
Unable, enable, culpable-
Guilty, frailty, unreality, liable.
Covet, yearn, anticipation- keen ambition
overshadows any austere regulation-
We two do stand upon this Precipice of time
My love stands as most depraved of crimes-
Stolen and deceived- Options extinct
Surrender is an unnatural ailment for me.
- dedicated to my Seraphim
Categories:
secondly, depression, devotion, loss,
Form:
Free verse
What are Concepts? Maybe, how I view the World?
What does it entail for me to grasp it?
Firstly, if I am able and smart enough - Book Knowledge:
By learning some Philosophy, a little bit of History
And not confusing it with Histrionics of everyday Politics;
Then Finances, smidge of Sociology wouldn’t hurt at all;
And also adding all Self-Education I could master
On additional subjects that of interest to me
Be that Economy or Geo-Politics.
Secondly – by mixing it up in social gatherings,
By having lots of fun with all sorts of people,
Experiencing Utter Ugliness or, sometimes, Internal Beauty
Of Earth inhabitants in all its throng;
Thus, adding some Street Smarts to my pitiful Knowledge.
By mixing it, hopefully, in right proportion
And constantly drilling myself with five W’s, only one H;
(Who, What, Where, When, Why and How)
Thus, forming my own subjective Dialectics
(Lousy Autodidact I am)
I finally end up with my own Concepts.
Categories:
secondly, world,
Form:
Concrete
Telephones.
These things cause more aggro thanb any single object in the universe,
Firstly if you ring a service you're afflicted by a sadist female voice telling you to know your
place and follow the instructions,
Secondly if you phone someone with a mobile then its practically impossible to reach them
because they're high on cocaine,
Thirdly if you try to phone a friend they say 'I'm busy can you call back later,
And fourthly if someone phones you then its probably a company's recorded message saying
congratulations you've won the east coast of majorca,
Fifthly if you haven't been totally p##### off by now then the devil calls and tells you,
You're going to hell for eternity.
I've thrown mine out.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Categories:
secondly, angst
Form:
Your Genes is (GENESIS) in the image of GOD. We have visited a strange dust. Most of us (Moses) preachers were sent that we can preach the exist of old dust (EXODUS). Then GOD decided to give the Priesthood a run (Aaron). He call him a Levi. Today a Levi it is us (LEVITICUS); ministers who carry the Word of GOD. As a preacher there are a NUMBER of things you must remember. First you remember that duty runs on me (DEUTERONOMY). Secondly remember, it is just a way (JOSHUA) HE JUDGES the tRUTH.
FIRST SAMUEL annointed Saul King, SECOND SAMUEL anointed David King. That's two Kings, FIRST KINGS AND SECOND KINGS. Everything done was record in a FIRST CHRONICLES and SECOND CHRONICLES order. EZRA and NEHEMIAH asked her (ESTHER) for a job (JOB). David sums (PSALMS) it all up as Solomon probed the verbs (PROVERBS). Yet Solomon, he pleased the ashes (ECCLESIATES) for all was vanity. This caused him to sing a SONG OF SOLOMON. It goes lke this:
I say ah (ISAIAH) JERIMIAH you have many LAMENTATIONS. Are you lamenting for the king because he seeks to kill (EZEKIEL) DANIEL Ho! Ho! Ho say (HOSEA), JOEL and AMOS let the old beat die (OBDIAH). Show nuff (JONAH) let it die. MICAH, NAHUM, HABAKKUK and ZEPHANIAH...hey guys (HAGGAI). He then sang ZECHARIAH mellow hi! (MALACHI). What a song he sang. He was known as SOLO MAN (SOLOMON).
This can be found in my book called "The Yellow Pages...A Directory From God
Copyrights @1994
GOD SPOKE AND I WROTE
Categories:
secondly, bible, books, word play,
Form:
Butterfly as a whisper comes around
for a little child happiness is found,
he sees a colorful art of life.
She stays near the child
not afraid of being burnt
by the desire.
Is it a candle or a child?
Secondly, she will be burned.
Firstly, she will be admired.
She makes him feel the magic
and then she wants to fly away.
A child can't wait
that hours become days
and butterfly returns again.
He will love only for today!
Once she will fly away,
the beauty in his eyes will be lost.
Soon he will learn that
beautiful creatures can't be admired
when they stay under chains.
Categories:
secondly, butterfly, child, love,
Form:
Free verse
I carried my little precious pearl tightly in my hand. I never ever wanted to let it go. I knew that one day I would use it for something grand, perhaps an exquisite necklace or an ornament. You see it was the tiniest of gems, but it was the most precious to me. I knew it had great purpose and opportunity. It was cultured over time as the circumstances in my life hardened its outer shell. Holding it tightly in my hand never wanting to let it go.
Then one day I accidentally dropped it and it rolled beneath the table. I lost sight of where it went and grief overtook me. I got down on my knees and asked the Lord to help me find my tiny white opalescent pearl. He said, "Leave the task up to me. That's what I am here for!" Finally after several years of searching for this precious gem the Lord said, "Open your hand!" Open your hand, close your eyes, and make a wish!" I did exactly as the Lord had asked and then I saw my tiny little pearl reappear. It was larger and more brilliant white than I could have ever remembered. It was even shinier than the most expensive diamond.
There is a moral to my quaint little story. Always hold on tightly to the smallest things. You never know when they could get away from you. Secondly, the most precious things in life are the things that can barely be seen like this tiny white pearl-- and oh the joy they bring when you see their maturity over time.
Gwendolen Rix
1-23-15
Categories:
secondly, christian, faith, growth,
Form:
Prose
"Impossible" is a quote written by "Napoleon" in which it states, Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools.
"Knowledge of self" is a quote written by "Thales" in which states, The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself.
"Truth" is a quote written by "Bacon" in which states, There are three parts in truth: First, the inquiry, which is the wooing of it, Secondly, the knowledge of it, which is the presence of it, and Thirdly, the belief, which is the enjoyment of it.
"Kindness" is a quote written by "Wordsworth" in which it states, That best portion of a good mans/woman s life is his/hers little nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
"Friendship" is a quote written by "David L. Waldrop" in which states, I do not believe that it is "Impossible" to have "Knowledge of self" to search for the "Truth" that is the "Kindness" in every person to build an everlasting "Friendship." Date quote writen August 23, 2010.
Categories:
secondly, friendship,
Form:
A Tale of Two Dolphins
Two dolphins swam merrily over to the wharf
One was named Silly and the other was named Sally
Silly told Sally that if she could outswim her to the booey
That she would give her half of her next big catch
Sally accepted her challenged and said, “Game on!”
Sally swam as fast as she could and began to lose steam as she appropached
the booey
Silly felt sorry for her and went to offer her aid
As soon as Silly got close enough to Sally
Sally bolted out with a last minute Hail Mary
Swimming like a Russian sub in the middle of the Arctic Sea
Well, we all know that Sally took advantage of Silly
And dishonestly won her race
Silly was the true hero in the end!
What is the moral of this story you ask?
There are three…
If a dolphin challenges you to a “swim off “quickly decline the offer
They are not always as innocent as they seem
Secondly, if you see a fatigued dolphin at the end of the wharf near a booey
Don’t fall for her schemes
And thirdly, in running the race of life
Always be honest and come clean
Because as soon as Sally was bragging about her victory
A big whale came and swallowed her whole!
End of this fish tale story!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
7-10-14
Dedicated to my friend Seho who loves dolphins! :)
Categories:
secondly, children, funny, irony,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
playing on the old cabbage always the critic or you worst nightmare like John crambo crossing the Rhine and reason an umpire falls to see to forgive is divine a gumbo of thoughts travial as they may become it is humor to error the meter and time sad as it is some give a verse and others terse but secondly the urban chilled are ins taught to think outside your box like the dozen's seedlings bursting from pod is it really a dog eat doggerel Ed.
Categories:
secondly, allegory, children, on writing
Form:
Free verse