Best Take After Poems
You meet and shake hands
Things seem fine, real grand
You're married; so are they
You all work for your pay
He's a dentist; she's in social work
Professionals, not lowly clerks
Then you notice their kids. They're strange, a bit weird
One wakes up after noon; another has a full beard
Of course, your first two divorced; they take after you
The next two -- idiosyncratic: Are you that way too?
When you visit their home, their kids are all raging
Yelling and screaming, constantly upstaging
Their parents, who'd once seemed so engaging
And when they return the favor, your oldest just sits
He stares into space, picks at buttons and zits
As the other texts like mad, anything to
Avoid talking to friends of Mom and Dad
You view them as parents now, and what do you see?
A pair of losers whose kids run wild and free
And when they look at you, they see something similar too
A couple of failures whose kids drive them cuckoo
It's time to go; you smile and shake hands once again
Half-heartedly agree to another date, but when?
Who has time these days? "We'll get back to you."
As you silently stew: How'd it all come unglued?
You’re certainly missing out
Whilst you’re fooling about
And you’re swimming in doubt
So I shall certainly you out-rout
I’d advise you to be on the lookout
For I’m your rival, far more worthy a scout
Take heed or you’ll end up looking like a lout
All I can tell you for now is that you’re missing out
While you’re looking away
Twirling in relentless dismay
Your insolence successfully leads you astray
So He finds me in greater favour every day
Unlike you, I’m eloquent with words that gently sway
The God with whom for hours on exhausted knees I stay
‘Till the last hour of the night a dear prayer to say
With heartfelt sobs and a submissive heart I pray away
I whisper, “Dear God of mercy, show me your face
For I am a sinner in need of Your saving Grace
For years in meditation and supplication I’ll chase
The benedictions You bestow unto the winners of the race
The so-called ‘faithful’ ones who cautiously pace
In the promising path which for them You daily trace”
I solemnly utter, “My heart with Love and Faith do interlace
So I can one good day be worthy of seeing Your glorious face”
If you were smart, you’d take after me
Vigilant and sober at all times you’d be
So from the snares of the enemy you’d easily flee
Who’s literally got you down on one knee
Yet too proud you are for your life to give an earnest plea
No diligence whatsoever for efforts to be free
Indeed that thief I am, the thief of grace, you see
Watch out, or you’ll lose all your blessings to me
Hattie gladly had a fatty patty.
If a bad fatty patty had Hattie,
That fatty patty would’ve made Hattie batty;
But, Hattie had a rad fatty patty!
The fad-clad Hattie is also a caddy.
“And gladly,” chatted Hattie, “I take after daddy.”
Hattie’s daddy, Mattie, was a caddy as a laddie.
But once Mattie had Hattie, a bad caddy was Mattie, and now the caddy’s Hattie.
But Mattie chatted, gladly, “Me Hattie’s a natty!”
All the laddies were gladly mad for Hattie, and turned caddy.
But Hattie’s chatty daddy chatted, now batty,
“Stray from me Hattie, laddies. Me Hattie is gladly a rad-fatty-patty-eating caddy
that took aft’ her daddy!”
Opening of Star Trek . . .
"Space . . . the final frontier . . .
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise
Its five year mission :
To explore strange new worlds . . .
To seek out new life; new civilizations . . .
To boldly go where no one has gone before!"
Uhura: Captain, can you imagine it was suppose to be five years and we are
celebrating our fifty year anniversary!
Captain Kirk: Where does the time go, Uhura, I am feeling old.
Uhura: Me too, I have white hair. But we have left lasting effects on
culture ! Generations have watched us.
Captain Kirk: Oh yes, and there were many INTERESTING scenes . . .
Uhura: hummmm..... do you remember our kiss?
Captain Kirk: (laughing) How could I forget!!
Uhura: Our lips never touched.
Captain Kirk: That's not how I remember it . . . I recall take after take!
Pretty darn sure our lips touched . . .
Uhura: Yeah, our lips touched! It was the first interracial kiss and
caused quite a storm!
Captain Kirk: I remember . . . the sponsors threatened to pull the ads.
Urhua: Yes, and there was an avalanche of hate mail too. How silly!
Captain Kirk: Fascinating isn't it that a kiss in space could cause that much
reaction, we are lucking they did not self destruct us!
Urhura: . . . . or beam us back to earth . . .lol
Captain Kirk: Oh . . sweet memories, for this old man, we sure did boldly
go to some strange new worlds, it was quite the journey.
Uruha: Well so long Captain and as our friend Spock would say:
"Live long and prosper." Kiss, Kiss
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September 3, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/A Five Year Mission
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-392-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Forgive all my attempts
To make you a magician
Coming to you in dozens of time
Like a musician and an artisan
At times like a comedian.
A true art of chameleon in religion clothing
Approaching you only for assistance
Never making a remittance but
always giving you the remnant
Even on that i failed to ruminate
But act like a ruminant
I used every instrument of the
mathematician (that on tithe)
Neglecting all your epistles to the
Corinthians, Ephesians,
Philippians, Colossians.
Especially, the one to the Thessalonians.
I omitted the acts of the Apostles
I did not take after the act of Joseph of Arimathea.
These portray the true heart of a politician
and not a Christian.
Forgiveness is a decision
Forgive and forget Is a household song
How do i deal with the incisions?
To be safe from infections and perversions
That leads to perdition without neglecting my
friends affection and persuasion
That is the nub of this notion
Only by your injunctions and inscriptions
It may be by information for reformation
I can make the right corrections
I must reach perfection
O Lord can you still forgive me?
I am an opsemath and proud so to be
in a search for new learning I'd like a degree,
Knowledge is power so my thinking is plain
that learning's like fish; it's food for the brain,
I like to do crosswords and read lots of books
I'm quite antisocial I don't care how it looks,
A jack of all subjects but a master of none
a doyen of quiz teams I have lots of fun,
When I find a new subject I focus my mind
to learn and absorb so the brains unconfined,
Architecture, Astronomy are grist to my mill
but my latest interests are the crops in Brazil,
Knitting and Cross-Stitch are all in the frame
to be looked at and learnt from it's just a big game,
I am an opsemath and proud so to be
I take after my Dad he's exactly like me.
They Caught Me Young
The first cut is a cut so deep-
Internalising this impression
Has made me stir and creep
With invariable precision!
Great Writers caught me young
Whilst an exploring youth.
Leaning on the sublimely tongue
Exorcised my being uncouth!
Teachers, too, were adept or apt
For immersing head in writ
Could I’ve been Boy so warped
Revelling in the pristine wit?!
Dog-eared, thick or slimy books
Thrilling with dramatic fiction
Themes of satire or comic gooks
Scheming tricks or zany diction...
Grand Scribes from my Loam
In a Renaissance of our own
Goaded by creativity did roam
Till their quest was fully blown...
Making a child want to read
Is forcing an ass a spat to drink
To force-read and fill his head
Is making a fool like to think!
Dambudzo, Achebe and Ngugi
(Cherished Internal Hairdresser)
Adorning domes wisdom’s wig
‘Gainst ignorance th’ oppressor.
*
I’m not like floating dung
Wise men fixed me young!
Yet, dome is a half full tin
Striving, more wit to win!
Sharing our minds in Soup
Rewards the entire group!!
*
A legacy from the great Writers
Left me a Poet punishing self
Perfection that I seek to get
Is a constrictor that squeezes
Choking, popping my eyes out.
I dig gnarled knuckles in hair
Teasing brain a gist to catch.
I goad tired legs to move
Stirrups digging sallow flanks,
To climb hills to dizzy heights,
Cross oceans with itchy brine.
Searching elusive enlightenment
I sing till my voice is so hoarse
To postulate concept in limbo.
The way how I abuse myself
Although I churn solid verse
The Muse will not be amused!
*
Write from your heart
Follow no map or chart
Art is mercury in shape
Take after the landscape
Liquid Metals that flow
Towards where it is low!
*
My Mentor simply took me across
Teaching me to be my own boss,
Adult, although in his wit I relish
My own effort I must now cherish!
JM
26th Oct’ 2013
Humans shaming us with deeds vile as any satanic rite
Lumps of flesh dumped in alleys under cover of darkness
Blessed not to know life, spared a sorry plight
From biological parents who met to sate compelling desires of the flesh
Irresponsibility and weakness combining to abandon fruits of fleeting carnal lust
Visiting shady clinics manned by leeches fuelled by greed
Their outlook distorted from vending Death, while Hippocrates’s oath gathers dust
Pall bearers to that love which drowns the child after flowering the seed
Clinics flourishing on mankind’s myriad perversions – enticing doom
For their ability to delve into the realms of the unknown
Long before the end of nature’s cycle in the womb
At will deciding those destined to perish and those deemed fit to breathe on
Society, a bad joke in any part of the world, has decreed
Those born out of wedlock to live in the fringes
Pondering not the fate of those victims of misdeeds
The hapless women who've suffered man’s intemperate binges
Spare a thought for those luckless women
Whose conscience forbids them from killing the child within
Those who had motherhood forced upon them
And bring forth the child only to be damned as living in sin
How heartless can we get, denizens of a world bound by lofty tenets
Hypocrites all, we have condemned them to a life of shame
Victims of betrayed trust, lust and the wretched Fates
How life makes them suffer, they become indifferent to pain
Rearing children of fiendish lineage
Praying fervently that their children don’t take after them
Transition from repressed childhood to youth, knowledge to rage
The tussle is deadly, and the winner Abel or Cain
And so it begins … my crew will over treat themselves to ample chocolate for I have just stuffed our pantry sweetly-full again:
No one will know why the stocked, offered sweets, meant to last
about a week were otherwise offed before two full days passed;
All will be equally mute and dumb about sweet crumbs in play
room, den, beds, and chocolate lint-hit debris I find in pockets;
No one will claim a food mess made and left to be discovered,
no, they will all blame pals, fictitious gerbils and each other;
When a sweet ingredient vanishes that I bought for a recipe,
no family peep will be able to describe or imagine its demise;
and, despite my threat of live yard burial, they take my choc favs
that are small, round and perfectly top off their chocolate cereal.
I have a good-sized, hidden, box with drawers full of the best stuff.
Looking thru cleaning products would be conduct void of any profit
so, I am confident my stash, by child or spouse, will never be found.
I often hide in my closet to suck or chew my way to chocolate heaven.
When eat-hiding, I cuss about my kids lack of any mature desires
raring to thread a needle of ambition to sew up some consideration.
All of my offspring take after their Dad; they are myopic and episodic.
They overeat, overly zoned out on electronics like lab rats on narcotics.
My Family.
My dad he is a champion
the greatest in his craft.
My mam is soft and gentle
and some times she is daft.
And i look at all the things we've done
the places we have been.
Dad's favourite colours red,
and my mam's was always green.
My brothers tuff and tumble,
my sisters sweet disguise.
I'm ever so humble an element of surprise.
Though I take after my dad
A champion that I am,
and often I do silly things
daft just like my mam.
Golden sky
Your beauty is beyond admiration
Trying to comprehend your mysteries
Is far beyond my capacity
How vast is your territory
How magnificent is your glory
Your design captures me
How do I keep my eyes away from you
How can my heart not throb
Do you take after your master
Not so I feel
For He is far beyond beauty
His infinite power
His awesome touch
You are his design
His creation
Form:
The disaster is growing before my eyes
The terror and trouble I fear
I have my fears to keep me grounded
with some air left to breathe
All I see is re(a)d all over you
The anger in those eyes
matched by mine
You'd never come after me
or so I feel
but I take after you
reverting back to my old way
lost in all my frustration
and crumbling the world around me
A few weeks down this path
and its already left its mark
If you love me you wouldn't leave
to teach me a lesson
But help me escape and heal
from all that I fear
I won't compromise to make only you happy
You said you're doing this for me
So it's either you or another
I thought you were on my level
not one above me
belittling me
wanting me to disappear again
I feel this way
lost inside
articulation just can't describe
I see storms and tornadoes
and you feel the aftermath
But did you know it's safest in the eye?
On my level
two as one
always and forever
as I've been told
This lapse of absence is debilitating me
Cause I never feel that hold
To be at the breaking point of one so predictable
If we can't get through this
not many will survive
natural disasters of natural feelings
"for children who were broken"
trying to mend and to heal
searching for a confidant
for eternity of time
Nights to think and ponder over
before I give in again
Will you come back to me
and find shelter in the eye of the storm
as my closest, dearest friend?
What did I do,
To be in your life,
What did I do,
To have nothing go right,
What did I do,
For my thoughts to think twice,
Am I that bad of a person,
To stay to myself,
Maybe it's better for all of us,
Wouldn't seem to cause all the fights,
What did I do,
That's really wrong for you,
What did I do,
But only talk to you,
All I ever seem to do,
Is be a helping hand,
Maybe I'm to hard,
Or take after my dad,
Maybe I don't try hard enough,
To be who I really am,
I'm stuck inside,
And no way out everytime,
What did I do,
To have any of these problems,
I just keep trying to,
I seem to hurt others,
Even if I play around,
What did I do,
For anyone to be around me,
Guess those people just have tolerance,
I'll leave you all,
In case your day and night go good,
I'm sorry for everything,
Again and in due time....
poesie slumbers
quietly breathing
swathed in white noise
deep in reverie
poesie trances
in an English garden
picture windows
take after an Anglian sky
poesie rolls over
on freshly cut grass
hedged in by Japanese Quince
the color of wild things waking
poesie sighs deeply
someone's pestering
a spiny shrub grows taller
a pond furthermore darkens
poesie tosses and turns
throws back the covers
lavender makes its entrance
into a parasoled cottage
poesie shivers
someone's cuddling
icy rain babbles against the leadlights
like a lot of raucous stones
poesie comforts
between loud mirth
and crushing sadness
fluffy visions inquire
poesie is awoken
drowsily recalling
a dream of a nightmare
a downy rousing to alertness
poesie rubs her eyes
yawns an aspiration
and utters a fact
the dream's gone too fast.
something in the air called loneliness
makes me do things that are disguised
as outlets
my heart does the thinking for my brain
and the brain does the beating for my
heart
thinking that it is all a recipe for renovation
is actually a blueprint for surefire disaster
i laugh at my own jokes as i lie to myself
knowing that something is wrong and that
the pain is obviously there
something starts to fall as i imagine a hand
that i so long to hold and the beauty that i
so yearn to see
puzzles in my mind cannot be put together
in any type of strategic way and board games
in my heart can never be won in any type of
masterful fashion
knowing this, i just go on with my head held high
trying to mask the raging sorrow that i feel for
myself
repetition is like a pill you intentionally take after the
expiration date's expiration
seduction is like a laxative that starts working in the heart
of a long-awaited exploration
i wish i could christen myself at my own rededication, but a
voice ever so unhealthy for me continuously asserts its
persistence to give me medication
unfocused with no hint of even a smidgen of a goal, i kindly
follow blindly....