Best Sumptuousness Poems
I wanted to be an engineer
and drive a train insane
always with my chug-chug-chugging
and that four-note whistle
I carried in my dungarees
Whoooo - whhoooowhoooooooo
I wanted to be a balloonist 'n'
look down on the Earth sun-kissed
and wear a fine coat and
dark-brown top hat like
the wizard waving goodbye to
his loyal subjects, that's that
I wanted to be a proud soldier
of the good fight - that's right
the hard one that always opportunes
bravery wherever you may be
what's more, no blood or gore
I wanted to be a scientist
who mouthed silent 'n' studied fish
scaling new heights of discovery
but couldn't spell Ichthyologist
so I gave upstream-swimmin' that dream
I wanted to be a man of means
not mean I mean, but not indentured
to the whims of modern Narcissus
or worse - his demanding missus
you know demeaning from other gender is
a humiliation we prefer to surrender
I wanted to heal mankind’s afflictions
debilitating ones like physical addiction
fevers of the bodies mind and soul
chills that shiver us to lose control
but sometimes a man's desires get oversold
'stead I became a bit-player in I.T.
it seems, to here sit, loggin' time
sumptuousness seems a word too refined
but can count digitally fingered bits
if anyone really wants to know the number,
the score, what's more
I'll give ya my own what-for
'bout what life means, no more
© Goode Guy 2014-01-14
Heads veiled in immaculate white,
Like cloistered nuns tanning in sun light;
As the farmer starts plowing,
Flock around, twenty of you kowtowing;
Searching with your sharp eyes,
Finding and pecking little warms and flies...
Struggle to exist in environs hard,
That does not, often, your rights easily award...
Around ponds and lakes and rivers and seas,
When they're full or in drought wheeze;
You wait and watch standing on a single leg,
Seem as though to the almighty beg;
For your freedom of survival here on earth,
Midst livelihood, often, gone to dire dearth;
You do not seem to feel discouraged, yet,
But, with the ecosystem amalgamate and get set...!
Displaying elegance, loyalty, and closeness,
Ambition, endurance, and progressiveness;
Exhibiting your eternal youthfulness,
You strive, struggle, migrate in sumptuousness;
Living your life, here on earth, in its fullness,
Like us, humans, you attain eternal graciousness;
Beyond limitless skies you would fly away,
Leaving behind this land-sea-ocean bay...!!!
16 March 2023
Darkness slowly vanquishes day
Once a noon with rays of brilliance
now turns into a Stygian night
On my face are the wrinkles of time
On my flesh are tattoos of hardship
Eyes with the blurriness of age
Its time, its time to go home
The sweet prepared paradise
Made by the hands of my Father
I'm sad to leave you my love
Though you've served no perfect joy
but I can't escape natures wrath
I will miss your morning dews
I will miss your bright sunshine
Your red roses and blue violets
I will miss your festivals
Your beautiful sons and daughters
And meals of great sumptuousness
Its hard to leave you I must confess
Tears running down my face
like a cheetah's tribal mark
I make my bed to lie and rest
Though willing is the spirit
but weak is the wrinkled flesh
I'm close to my destination
And no amount of emotion
can take me back or keep me longer
When I peep through my windows
I can see the picture of home
Where life is but a bunch of joy
For now you can weep and wail
But we shall meet someday
where you will never weep again
Form:
Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies
The ancient purport.
Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood,
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried jewels.
A secret, inner-order shows
The abundant warrant.
Red, a study of translucence.
Deep-hued, each perfect gem
Fades to stalk-umbilicus,
Foretells the unborn orchard;
Yet when amassed,
Bitter-sweet.
A fruitful sumptuousness gives life
The noble pomme grenate.