HUNGER’S AWARENESS BOAST
I have no boundaries,
And an unusual equanimity;
My equality is most extraordinary:-
The world over, there’s my shared pity;
Like death, I practice a weird democracy:-
Matters not to me, who and where you may be
I’m there in all cities, states, and every country:-
There will always be a luscious place for the old me;
I’ve survived in the best and the poorest family:-
I’m as old as time, and still here, ticking too:-
Y’all better get on to what you need to do;
I may soon be coming to visit with you:-
You may think this is all really funny,
But one day, you may cry with me:-
Twenty-five years
since we agreed to this and still,
I vow to be there,
just outside your line of sight,
as you confidently mispronounce quinoa,
as you decide, again, that the best way
to check if the pan is hot
is to touch it.
I vow to say nothing
as you eyeball the rice-to-water ratio,
as you insist the foundation holds weight,
as you press snooze believing
time is different for you.
I vow to remain clogged-drain quiet
as you tell the plumber,
No, I got it.
As you grab the Tupperware
stamped Do Not Microwave.
I vow to never stop you,
never correct you,
never intervene—
just smile softly,
like god’s understudy
only to exist,
always,
just beyond your reach,
a presence, a history, a silent witness
to your worst ideas,
like a Liberty half-dollar trapped in a garbage disposal,
like a key locking the door from the outside.
What if man’s made to run a race with deer,
Or with Chita a sprint he were to face,
That, man’s no match appears mighty clear,
Beasts would beat with half of their highest pace.
Take any seal, a whale, or a dolphin,
And let an Olympic swimmer compete,
E’en one with gold medal can’t hope to win,
What ants can lift, none ever can defeat,
A tiny frog can beat them in long jump,
And ducks can dive deeper for longer time,
Even insects boast of an ace of trump,
And yet, man preens up with a plume so prime.
The best of beasts whilst least bother to boast,
Men wish, they all raise him a rightful toast.
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Sonnet |20.08.2024| men, games, fantasy
Poet’s note: Suppose an Olympic is held between human and animal world, say an Animalympic. In most events animal world would beat humans hollow. Man may be at the crest in evolution insofar as intelligence is concerned. One doubts if he has wisdom enough to best use his abilities.
I have a secret weapon Leprechaun Larry said.
We thought he was odd, a bit tiny in his head.
It will get me the magic secret to the pot of gold.
His claims were abrasive, rude, impolite and cold.
What is his secret? I wondered to my cousin Mug.
I think it is that he has a pet, a rare kind of ladybug.
Ladybug was not talking, so we followed him about.
Until Leprechaun Larry began to grouse and pout.
If I show you my secret weapon, I will lose power.
He said this to us in the middle of an April Shower.
I have to get stoked up and ready for March again.
We finally left him alone, because he is our kin.
when we brag and boast
be about beautiful coast
which we love the most
Delay by Him has taken its toll,
Waves of doubt rollover the soul,
Despair extinguished the Spirit,
Wax-filled ears would not hear it.
"Listen, you have left My way!
Wait for My providence and pray.
Change of direction is needed."
But His correction went unheeded.
The restless spirit wrests control,
God's will is no longer the goal,
The anxious heart is not ideal,
So, failing eyes, meet banana peel.
Seeking refuge in my enemy's camp,
I was turned into a foolish scamp,
Philistine mouths were agape.
So, I feigned madness to escape.
That was dumb, I'm ashamed to say,
Letting fear and doubt cloud my way.
The Lord's shelter never fails,
His faithful acts tell the tales.
Keep seeking the Lord in a trial,
Relying on Him is worthwhile.
Instead of becoming milquetoast-
In Him, a reason to boast.
"Come children and listen to Me.
Fear of the Lord will set you free!
Wait for Me to settle the score,
David teaches in Psalm thirty-four."
Mary is our tainted nature's solitary boast* --
Preserved from original sin by the Holy Ghost
A prepared Tabernacle for the Sacred Host!
*I was continuing this line of Wordsworth's original poem on the Blessed Virgin
Bad times surely tell
If you won't bid me farewell
Lonely to the hell
You’d moved round and it wasn’t A Catwalk
And your bare back arched and I didn’t talk
The worst vomiting and I didn’t sulk
And at me, missiles fired to baulk
But tell me if I did yell or baulk?
A right you have to strip body bare
But I will see nothing of The Rare,
Always self lending to abhorred boasts
While you aren’t a sought subject of toasts …
Those who are after fame not deserved
Shall a way find to be just reserved.
Never on Face Book post
Your visit to a coast,
Let alone a transfer
By riskier miles far,
Save you are spiritual
And your prayers perpetual.
The relocated-to-a-coast
To not propose any toast
Nor a chef order to chickens roast…
Not for loud – mouthed boast
One’s transfer to a coast,
As waters are met the most
From pillar zigzagging to post;
The craziest obeying some Ghost,
Whose drowning record is its marine boast…
A decidedly contentious host.
The transferred to a coast is not The Lucky
There too wait waters The Murky!
She has a mama’s lap and a mama’s smile.
There is a gentleness that reassures children.
They climb up, knowing her hugs will be perfect
She is a woman who understands people
She speaks the language of children
There is a loving awareness that precedes her
She is content in her life’s work
Grateful she was born a woman,
Doing angel’s work, loving humanity
She is not boastful, so we boast of her
We are glad she is our mama
We are thrilled
You pride yourself as the conqueror of humanity
You boast that your power over man is awesome
And strike him numb with fear
You sneak into his life announced
Sometimes you appear unannounced
But always with devastating finality
The rich cannot tame you
The poor quake as you come knocking
The mighty tremble before you
The royalty dread you perpetually
As a veritable threat to their fragile throne
Science remains confounded on how to end your reign
As the ultimate leveler and price that awaits all flesh
You claim to be ubiquitous laying ambush for man
In the sea
In the air
In his sleep
In his place of work
In his place of worship
Behind every plague
Striking him down wherever it pleases you
Creating forceful and permanent separation
Between the living and the dead
But death you have been vanquished by the son of man
He dared you on the cross of Calvary but you surrendered to superior power
As He ascended victoriously into heaven, leaving you fatally bruised
Chance Rooster had greatest cockscomb around.
The deepest, coppery color, shiny and sound.
He strutted his stuff.
Put on lots of guff.
Turning off most hens for miles around.
A braggart for sure
The top best at everything
Amazing stories
A hit at a few parties
Until we could not stand him.
Donald Trump decided to score
With a **** Star he thought was an whore
He got less than Bill
But it was a thrill
Just to pay her an hundred grand more!
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