Best Tenancy Poems
Thinking of thee day when I went to see,
accidentally looking at you made me feel like I was on Extasy.
I watched your eyes while they were watching me.
Looking into my eyes you knew I had those qualities of motherly nurturing,
morality therefore giving you that love story..
Connecting on all levels we both became thirsty eagerly, as if we had telepathy.
Our minds and soul became as one, as our heart beats began to beat as one.
Loving abnormally to an unusual degree,
chastity pure purity our love story...
Each day you spent with me, I took away all of your misery.
I became your biggest fan fore you were my man, by your side forever i stand.
Love so compact.
Loving the monogamy having one mate at one time.
Loving you for a life time.
Mourning for your touch that I began to love so very much.
Your generosity of your mentality intellectual capacity, your supremacy,
supreme power of authority love for me.
Is the best part of our love story.
With each touch I lust, real love i gush.
Having the ability for mobility to take tenancy inside of me.
You became my property.
We had symmetry I was the beauty, and your my harmony.
True and forever exceptionally...
Love story.
Categories:
tenancy, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form:
Light Verse
Words are not enough,
Alphabets strung in uncertainty,
Speech slurred in disbelief,
Love endlessly professed,
Lacking in action or substance,
Intentions of the heart,
Inexpressible by vocabulary,
Pledges frustrated by timelines,
Lofty dreams built with bricks of vapour,
Visions written on sand,
Children of promise orphaned by unfulfillment,
In foster care of compromise,
Doubt takes up tenancy,
Sin, its landlord.
Grace grants clemency,
Faith offers a new lease,
Adopted by rectitude,
Shut doors avert imminent destruction,
Redirecting the path to destiny,
Visions conceptualized begin to materialize,
Pipe dreams turn reality,
Old debts reconciled,
The hearts intent,
Superseded by divine counsel,
Love endures its rule,
Substantiated by fidelity,
After all said and undone,
Words alone are not enough.
Categories:
tenancy, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I found a treasure
That does not give me pleasure
My parents are far away
I realize what a treasure I gave away
They provided everything,
But I didn’t give anything
Supported me, took care of me
You know who did bad thing to them?
I left them, yeah it’s me!
I traded my parents’ love
I thought it was well above
Let’s say I didn’t have a love
How do I repay?
Nine months of pregnancy
Around twenty year of tenancy
I may travel around the world
Become richest one in the world
But, don’t think I can give the world
As a payback to my parents
That I used to be so cold
Average life is seventy or eighty
But our plans are placed in infinity
Selfishness takes away from parents
Egotism makes a way out of parents
Don’t set the currency first
Hence put the parents first
Just before smashing with a wall
Well before children become tall
Call, call your mother, tell your father
Tell nobody replaces them, no one other
Chain of my words may seem to you
Nothing at all…
Remember my words parents are reason
We exist at all…
I found a treasure
I’ll hold it with my pleasure
Parents are Priceless Treasure…
Categories:
tenancy, children, family, father, love,
Form:
Free verse
In a horizon of miles
And miles
as a mingle
of mist in mist
In a doom square
Silence
in crowd
Emptiness
in full cup
But may you glow
some times in darkest
of alleys
In sails of doubt
beyond the smiles
of gloom
gleams out of dims
In clouds tenancy
In glance I avail
But the glory
Of heaven
in a night
Categories:
tenancy, metaphor,
Form:
Rob played semi-professional rugby,
From when he was 4 until the age of 21,
When he got a serious spinal cord injury,
Whilst playing that rough game spun.
As part of his rehabilitation sessions,
At Rookwood Hospital, exists in Cardiff,
He played table tennis for his arms,
Which he continued thereafter, his quiff.
That was from 2005, but by ’11’s Euros,
He qualified for London’s Games 2012,
The Paras of tremendous meme flows,
About disability sport, now off the shelf.
But he left lonely and without a medal,
Which made him determined, craving,
So he increased the work and the mile,
He sweat each day, a medal engraving.
He was World No. 6 in 2012, not good,
For him, so he worked on consistency,
And became the Euro Champ good,
In Italy with singles and team tenancy.
In 2015 at the Euros again, in Vejle,
In Denmark, he did the same thing -
Topped the charts with his angle,
In both events - it was plain sailing.
Then, the major victory came in Rio,
The crowd erupted wildly at his win,
Because the tension had been audible,
When he’d wrangled to win gold vin.
Categories:
tenancy, sports, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
An apology is a letter we write with our hearts to those that we know we’ve wronged so that we will be able to make the situation a little less hurtful than it was when it started. They don’t always work, but those that do have a tenancy to make us a bit better, although the emotion still remains even after.
And, when it doesn’t work, we continue to sit by and let the emotions fester and boil into a soup of metabolic fuel called anger. We let is metastasize within us, staying there and whispering little things into our ears, and becoming the thing we call a grudge. And when we finally do see the light, we either had enough confidence and morality to even bother to forgive, or we were the same cowards that walk away every time there’s a scrape or a fight instead of standing up for themselves as they should.
We can’t always control what goes up or down in the roller coaster we’re forced to ride on a daily basis. But what we can do is forgive. We can’t always forget when we should or remember what we must when we need to, but the least we can do is forgive. Because sometimes forgiveness has less to do with the pain of the heart and more to do with the pain of the mind.
Categories:
tenancy, analogy, anti bullying, feelings,
Form:
Epic
I Reckon Eyes Personal Necessity,...
Sans Arduous Ordeal
To assess meager
cradling aborted efforts
miscarried ambitions, I now berate
myself plethora sans lack
of accomplishments to date
and admit painful truth to self
of an ill prosperous lx roam man fate,
which life frivolous erratic
antics less productive slate
than if existence spent hovered
over an inter city heating grate
since squelched milestones wrought hate
red of apathy toward self, and spate
of penuriousness a tete a tete
meager financial cushion barely
keeps homelessness will ne'er abate.
~ April 13th, 1958 marked approximate initial
biological, chronological, and fetal ugh glue
tin nation, asper obstetric
prenatal confirmed commencement, in situ
i.e. womb (donned in his cute
itty bitty cap and gown), whence through
uneventful conception nine months
later lacked any blues clue
nonetheless, this earth
ling christened Matthew
Scott Harris made his unheralded debut,
albeit, then his
anatomical timer immediately
started counting down, loo
ping what seemed an eternity,
when mortality would be due,
vis a vis, meanwhile,
he awakened, discovered,
and galvanized transient
tenancy as he grew
since birth year month, and
date stamped upon this growing hue
man, who possibly felt thrust
out from warmth of womb
into ice cold sterility naked
like an Arctic monkey freezing in an igloo
a singular diaspora of
this "FAKE" gentile jew.
Categories:
tenancy, allusion, analogy, death, eulogy,
Form:
Bio
INFORMED BY A WHISPER
Enveloped in the mysterious
viewed indistinctly as through
a mist,waiting the call.The
inspiration of genius to be
invoked by success,wild freedom
and liberty of imagination informed
by a whisper, unconscious of the
operation of the mind,left as
a legacy from this tenancy of
life.To separate that which is
true from only the plausible,
caution and circumspection is
discarded by genius and taste.
A phrasis from Joshua Reynolds discourses
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me recite this phrasis poem of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Categories:
tenancy, art, inspiration, poetry, writing,
Form:
Verse
When devouring a hot chicken pie
An advertised flat caught my eye,
I would hazard a guess
Judging from its address
That the asking price wasn’t too high.
I collapsed in a state of deep gloom
When the landlord denied me that room,
He said “Nothing’s worse
Than a chap who writes verse!”
Within minutes I started to fume.
After snatching some six hours of sleep
I thought I should challenge that creep,
For with scant explanation
His discrimination
Might cause a young snowflake to weep.
I knew I should counter his crime
With an angry yet passionate rhyme,
He was powerful and scary
And so arbitrary,
And his property’s well past its prime.
My letter, dispatched the next day,
Employed words that I’d rather not say
(They are not in the bible),
Then he sued me for libel,
So his rent I’m not able to pay.
So the lesson is easy to see -
Do not venture to write poetry.
It could end in defeat
Then you’re stuck on the street,
Simply begging for coffee or tea.
Categories:
tenancy, business, conflict, discrimination, hate,
Form:
Limerick
Many Gentlemen fancy Nancy
But for one Nancy kept her fancy:
Thirty- year old Gilbert Tansi,
Whose meeting with her had been chancy…
The- Interested-in-Necromancy,
Near a cemetery his tenancy;
Now, Nancy wants him “Necromancer”,
Leave his Hotel job as Hot Bouncer;
If Tansi does so, he’s paid her price:
Indeed, from Hollow Cup thrown Best Dice…
Nancy with Cancer might soonest die
But would still want his kisses like Pie:
A Necromancer- Necrophilia
Would match a Deceased Nymphomania.
Categories:
tenancy, death, desire, gothic, health,
Form:
Rhyme
The alligators will not stay in the water,
they head for strip malls, for chicken noodle joints
or sports bars for fish taco or spicy wings.
They get their nails done in a Korean salon
paying in Spanish gold.
The two legged;
the cranes, herons, and humans
edge around the gators.
Occasionally, rowdy boys bounce stones off
their scaly hides.
The unflappable crocodilians slyly grin
for they are ecologically moving-in.
Shrewdly, the reptiles are styling
alligator belts and boots, or sell gator skin handbags
from wayside stalls and booths.
The Floridians have become inured
to these green interlopers. Some seeing opportunity,
rent them housings with few tenancy rules
and ‘must have’ pools.
Sadly many furry pets keep going missing;
and not just the Cypress trees are stumped.
It’s a new era, one to be nearer together.
Undocumented or free-range, no longer estranged.
but one shared love for chicken, be it raw, fried
or grill flamed.
Categories:
tenancy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Leasing eternity…
sorrowful joy
Rent paid in moments
death’s choirboy
Light deeded tenure
sight to regain
Conceptual escrow
—vision’s domain
(The New Room: June, 2022)
Categories:
tenancy, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Contrived is how it is
incessantly demanding
jaw snap and tantrum
its alarming attention
offers but greedy promises
fulfilled by drooling idiots
The bubble bursting
in miming smashed flowers and peoples heads
extension cables attached
to connect their errant souls
In high rise windows
hides the ecstasy of open skies
Each component all of use
and no use, to use, or not use at all
states its claim of necessity
all those things of slavery
but must function
My toes scraped at earth
cushions on the blades of grass
did these eyes eat at bark
and of mornings petal
expand my blood
As if waking from a perfect nights sigh
I have lost my way
being of gypsy
but a life time of nature tenancy
and all this tiny little world is enough for me
Drowsy
lazy
silence comes naturally
and in such flippant garb
a spindles thread of destiny
weaves some pertinent web
Rest upon the Dandelions head
orthopteran chirping
as I slip the clouds
and ponderously ponder nothing
the sun is talking to my skin
Categories:
tenancy, planet,
Form:
Free verse
I’m running out of money,
but I’ve still got some time
and only just one question
…can you lend me a dime
My dollars spent on something
that quarters can’t divide
my nickels for what’s come and gone
…can you lend me a dime
Tomorrow comes as landlord,
whose lease you can’t cosign
my place reserved but not in ink
…can you lend me a dime
My tenancy is in arrears,
foreclosing on my mind
last chance to stay evictions sway
…can you lend me a dime
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Categories:
tenancy, money, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Was that dollar Sunday morning
a twenty Saturday night
Is that empty bottle you can barely see
the excuse that started the fight
Is that torn and tattered jacket
what was once your Sunday best
Is your life worth more than nineteen dollars
eyes blackened—never to rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Categories:
tenancy, violence,
Form:
Rhyme