awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill
easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
Every poem I read these days
Be it love or pain, long or a short one
Leaves me numbly amazed
By how poets use the robot hand.
When praised, filled their hearts with pride
For an expensive tour on a free ride
Boastfully and arrogantly they will say
They frame the words and lines their way.
I stumbled upon one just the other day
Forced rhymes and commas in disarray.
Blind to the misstep, pride led him astray
In the summer rain, his thoughts did sway.
Every poem I read these days
Just reminds me celebrating a grade one cheat
Like winter's brilliant moon rays
Glitters at the dark of the night.
A bosom friend, an old woman and spinster,
Is a god-mother of auntie and uncle;
Chosen as their god-parent two years ago,
On their wedding at church in San Francisco,
A famous nuptial…I do hope you all know.
They’ve also chosen her as their counsellor,
At times when they’ve problems or be in trouble;
One day comes a storm in life of this couple,
Started from petty argument to quarrel,
Fumed up to prepare each flag for their battle.
She went there right away to extend her help,
Suddenly, I’ve heard a shrill voice like pup’s yelp;
Aunt’s bosom friend gave an advice boastfully,
Saying, “See, I’m happy! Stay single like me!”
WTFWT?! I shouted angrily!
(WTFWT- can also stands for What’s This Foolish Woman Teaches/Taught)
My baggage had at last caught up with me.
It and I had parted ways some years past;
tossed out and thrown away the master key.
But here it is, returned; the die is cast.
It had been round the carrousel before;
I saw it once or twice but never claimed.
Now, suddenly arrived at my front door;
I'm here, I'm back, it boastfully proclaimed!
What damage can a piece of baggage do?
A lot, it seems, if you live Mitty lies
and on false premise, unfriendly debts accrue.
So I find myself, to no great surprise,
again a member of the bourgeoisie.
My baggage had at last caught up with me.
Beggar, beggar
brazen beggar
Bluntly begging
for a buddy
Ain't that silly?
Most ludicrous!
Beggar, beggar
bratty beggar
blatantly blathering
about her blunders
Ain't that shameful?
Most insensate!
Beggar, beggar
bouncy beggar
bragging boldly
about her bounty
Ain't that funny?
Most hilarious!
Beggar, beggar
blithe beggar
boastfully blagging
about her prattle
Ain't that stunning?
Most astounding!
Beggar, beggar
bumbling beggar
bemusedly begging
for heartbreak
Ain't that woeful?
Most ruthful!
Beggar, beggar
my dear beggar
please stop beseeching
the improbable
Why should you implore
the impossible
Just be be brave
and go bimble
far away
from the shambles
But remember:
don't let you heart
beg your mind
for an answer
for my dear beggar
that's unworkable
Love doesn't dash, it loiters -
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments.
Love does't dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms.
So dally my love - lollygag,
lounge and we'll share breaths
and mess about.
love doesn’t dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments
love doesn’t dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance?
and boastfully rude aphorisms
So dally with me my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about
Winter wails
Dark falls of rain on every door knock
Thunder and lightning ally with fog
Sliding snow clothes cold trees
Heavy storm and wild wind wander in the street.
Spring sighs
Golden shining sun shyly winks
Pretty flowers in the breeze swing
Rainbows boastfully surf the sky
Retired old clouds hide high and high.
Summer smiles
Crystal curly waves stroke the blue sea face
Glowing red roses bow to lovers in grace.
Stars and moon celebrate wedding nights
Blossoming hearts grow blissfully at first sight.
Autumn chills
Pale shaky leaves trees shake off
Whining sky clouds over on and off
Giggling goodbye butterflies wing its way
Melodious and vibrant birds now have no say.
March 1st, 2013
The heaven stretch'd her a shade.
Fortune and luck on her did lay.
Her generosity had never fade,
But a but remain'd a say.
Lucifer's face she wore,
Wrath and fury lent her no fight.
Even honour and seats she bore.
Yet, a but lodge in her site.
Here tarry'd my arguement:
Must this demon boastfully exist?
For so long he had ham'd our merry'ment.
Prescribe me a pill, else the arguement
persist.
Joyfully, should we in this circle?
Or by construction, intuities alternates a
triangle? .
C.2017
Time
You are a master manipulator
The Jekyll and Hyde of then and now
At first, you're in my favor
But then a drifting shroud
Boastfully, you dance to the wind
Taking away my breath
Shriveling up my, once soft skin
Taunting me with my death
Tick, tock, tick, tock
My heartbeat is relentless
But only till the day it stops
You make sure I don't forget this
I began repurposing calendars
As my trash was overflowing
It seems my personal caliper
Has shrunk without me knowing
Once upon a stage of my days
You were merely an illusion
Despite the things adults would say
You insisted on confusion
The future, past and present
All belong to you
You dispose my every second
Doing that thing you do
I find in a godless society
versed so to speak openly correct
truth always becomes the first casualty aborted
It comes under attack with twisted views
heartless beings cursing every good value upside down
whom use vulgar words in order to silence the true facts
Craving acceptance pride filled bullies
condemning souls through their wickedness of deeds
displayed boastfully ignorant goats
Taking away rights it is where it all begins displacing people
stripping us into the core of sanity where hope is lost virtues
focusing on those without sin making them feel dirty for having a choice
A communist state of affairs under lawless acts hide stupid apes
has now entered our modern day democracies underhanded failures
baffoons filled with corruptions sins rotten to the core exist
not to boastfully brag
or to overly self-praise
but I gave, and I gave
my creative lyrics
the best and the worst
of my unhappy days
thinking to myself they will
never see the light of day
so I put pen to paper
and paper to my many dreams
and set out to explain to myself
the wonder of life's distinct existence
or life's complete ugly misses
but someone surreptitiously came along
with betrayal in mind
and gave the world all my hopes and penned dreams
that i didn't know how to share
but to simply misrepresent
in mass misrepresentation
must be ok if your a musical person
I sometimes wonder if that country singer
feels the pain of me
or the rapper knows he and she
took many of my dreams
so got a safe deposit box
and then the vulgar and profane
came in to view
the things that the musical world
would do
p.s. all in the name of jobs...
it takes more than just a singer to get the job of plagiarizing
When night Falls
Barren desert with its scorching heat
Must find an oasis rest up body’s beat
Sun challenging immovable in its jealous sky
Need more water mouth parched and dry
Camels or desert ships traverse this terrain
Man out of his element can only complain
When night falls
A metamorphosis impulsive so tangible
The sun hides and with permission stars are visible
In the distance a pale crescent moon appears
A strange peace and tranquillity amplifies your fears
Gone this energy sapping heat only solitude and coldness remain
Man now uncomfortable out of his element can only complain
When night falls
Young and vibrant been tested and tried
Reached a tin God stage think you’ve arrived
All your dreams and ambitions all became true
You boastfully declare you made it it was only you
Rather give glory to God and heed his loving calls
Then carry on peacefully knowing He’ll be there
When night falls
Summer says so long as glorious autumn takes it place
Less humidity and cooler nights puts smiles on our face
Cloudy fall wet days give relief from the hot blazing sun
Spectacular fall colors have only just wondrously begun
A previously soft velvet lawn is sadly now a hoar frost crunch
Squirrels dashing frantically collecting nuts for winters munch
Trees boastfully showing off their multi-colorful leaves so grand
While a wonderful cascading light snow beautifully coats the land
Sweat glands sigh in relief as shivering becomes the norm
Bracing ourselves for the transition as the seasons transform
Needing gloves to keep icy fingers warm on our daily walks
Observing abundant harvest displays mixed with corn stalks
The shortening days lets the moon have it's grateful turn
To shine in brilliance more often until summer does return
9/26/2015
~For Shadow Hamilton's Seasonal - Poetry Contest ~
With every passing day,
you boastfully tell yourself
I got him beat.
Well keep telling your two faces that,
because someone has to believe you.
Then you keep asking yourself
why I won't talk or look at your faces,
well it's because all your faces
always have that same sneaky motive.
Also talking to you
is like me talking to a mirror
and its a waste of all my time.
So you need to back off
and respect my space,
cause I'm about to stir this pot
that's boiling over.
But if you get too close,
you might get burned.
And if you get burned,
oh well it's your own fault.
Just remember,
I told you so.
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