Best Suppress Poems
I rue chances missed and days spent
Prevaricating whether to break the ice
Hold back, keep a low profile with my back bent
In a vow to sprinkle no more spice
In moves and grooves meant to cosset pride
Keeping up appearances to impress
Crowds that take me for a ride
Though they pretend to press for my progress
In circumstances and instances dubious on the surface
Discomforting at best
When confronted face to face
To nip off trivia whose interest
Lies in litanies of prayers
Said at altars and craters of sacrifice
In which layers of weird weirs and slayers
Rejoice in loud voice in an erosion edifice
In which they portray me as a pawn
Brushed aside, pushed aside and shunted aside
To the periphery of the mercury memory on the lantana lawn
Unkempt to vaunt vanity with a sauntering stride
When all of a sudden I snap awake
Shake my head in disbelief
Rubbing sleep off the elementary mistake
That nourished a thief and courted mischief
Multiplied several times over
In a time machine whose hands
Couldn’t wind back the progress of the rambling rover
Who terrorizes the present and gathers goiter glands
In a move to exaggerate my relapse
Into subcultures that rupture progress
Made to cure neurotransmitters at the salient synapse
Where past foibles in the end suppress servile stress.
One day when the POTUS was talking,
a muffled cough started him balking.
In arrogant boldness
and dismissive coldness,
he sent our poor Chief of Staff walking!
On June 17, when Trump was being interviewed, he
ordered Mick Mulvaney out of the Oval Office for coughing.
Mulvaney, who is the acting White House Chief of Staff,
also fills other positions. POTUS--President of the United States
Written June 29, 2019, for Tania Kitchin's Limerick Contest
When within me grow powers of selfishness
Self satisfaction and self gratification ensue
To advance an agenda steeped in short-sightedness
Which under normal circumstances I shouldn’t pursue
Unless I welcome revulsion
From circles where I draw friends
Who hobnob with me with a passion
That sets gregarious trends
Few folks enjoy
Set to an exacting standard
Which no friendship toy
Holds in high regard.
Reflecting
On consequences of embracing a selfish culture
Selecting
Options that nourish the future
That paves the way for progress
In the most critical aspects
Where selfishness doesn’t address
Prospects
For congenial interaction
At the right time, in the right place with the right partners
Whose affection, selection and protection
In cosy corners
Where I get succor
That moves my modified agenda forward
With the ardour
In which the pursuit of a reward
Doesn’t rank higher than the pursuit
That focuses on satisfying and meeting needs
Of stakeholders whose type and colour of suit
Shouldn’t matter in terms of speeds
At which my selfishness dwindles
In major platforms
Where selfishness swindles
My bid for reforms
Meant to nip selfishness consequences in the bud
Once and for all
The scud and mud
That ensure I free fall
Unless I change
In attitude and seek fortitude
Though it may seem strange
To finally rise to my selfless latitude.
Dan tries to suppress anger
But he has to, first, hunger;
Heat in his brain a singer,
Big headache aims to linger!
Dan fights but without success,
To some meal should have access:
But where now that he's cashless,
For weeks half-fed and listless!
Not even Dan's film Ninja
Could his crushed courage ginger;
The sage had not things mixed up:
Hunger and Anger - same cup.
granting safety to others like the thorns on a rose,
spreading joy to others, it does not oppose.
swallowed by emptiness?—
quite contrary I confess.
the thought of joy?
i myself, suppress.
Altho' his feelings
he chose to suppress,
human and Vulcan,
yet, so as to process,
when overwhelmed,
in need of time apart,
and not upset
the apple cart,
to get things off his chest,
emotions, thoughts
and personal challenges,
of all kinds and several sorts,
on board the starship Enterprise,
the First Officer they'd have to replace,
when Spock told Captain Kirk,
'I need my space!'