She lights up the entire surrounding.
She's absolutely the genuine article.
I tell you, she's out of my league.
Adorable, with a touch of intrigue;
She smiles and waves at me as she quietly comes and goes.
Neither a swagger nor bragger.
She's not a pink, white, or red rose,
But forces one to stare at her pose.
She's short-lived, but arresting.
Beautiful and captivating,
She's classy, a real 'looker'.
But often missing in action
Because her season is brief.
Tall, colorful, and alive,
With the look of royalty.
Yet she fits well among commoners.
Gracing the entry of our flower garden,
She's embraced by yesterday
with a never-ending story.
She dresses in purple,
And looks stunning.
Her name is Iris.
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Today
Written: by Miracle Man
August 21, 2021
Once In prime time I moved with a swagger,
Just stating facts, not being a bragger.
Now, I’ve become known as the town lagger.
as time has changed my walk to a stagger,
Health issues now have become my downfall,
It seems get up and go has gone AWOL.
Now little remains to ever enthral,
and clock has reduced my speed to a crawl.
But God just keeps blessing though life is tame,
* and I’ll forever praise His Holy name.
* Luke 19:40
“And he answered and said unto them,
I tell you that, if these should hold their peace,
the stones would immediately cry out.”
Old Mick has the lips of a bragger
And wiggles his hips with a swagger.
He jumps, full of beans
In black skinny jeans
With hip-shaking destined to stagger!
Old ladies enjoy the distraction
Of seeing their idol in action.
He keeps them at bay
For, wrinkly and grey,
They can't give him no satisfaction!
30.08.19
'Swagger poetry contest' sponsored by Line Gauthier
A grand tiger I am. My stripes are superb.
You need to leave me alone. I’m quick to perturb.
I’m king of the wild. A carnivore beast.
God’s molded me and made me top drawer at least.
A bragger, a boaster, now who would not be?
I’m all that and pure yellow, with stripes you can see.
I have the best ideas
I could make a million dollars if I wrote them down
My book would be a best seller for sure!
Great, I told him. What are your ideas?
They are not ready yet, he informed me.
Besides, I am saving them for myself.
Sounds great. Do you write now?
No.
Why not?
No time.
Now that you are retired,
Are you going to write those stories?
Not yet. I am still in the thinking stage.
Now that you are in the nursing home,
Here is a journal, so you can begin writing.
Who said I was going to write?
You did.
Write what?
Your great stories.
What stories?
rich white spoiled brat
dodges draft
talks about struggles
and patriotism
for OTHERS
hypocritical self-serving
amoral being
talks about
ethics and laws for Others
and goes his own perverted ways
political outsider insider
speaks
but does not listen
makes noise
but no sense
supposed entertainer
plays with himself
produces black comedy
and tragedy
tweeting like a white crow
bully bragger
coward
someday someone
will confront him
and kick OUR behinds
Two Encores
Now please don’t think me a bragger,
But, I sung on stage with Mick Jagger.
There we pouted our lips,
and we wiggled those hips.
Two encores and Superstar swagger.
Bragger Who Would Stagger
Total amount of sins was enough to stagger;
About them Trump was boaster and bragger;
Publicly profane;
Hard to explain;
Destined for disaster yet he still did swagger.
Jim Horn
I know I don’t look like Brad Pitt
imagine trying to stay fit
I am not a neuro surgeon
I would surely be a virgin
I don’t have Donald Trump’s money
but then girls think I’m so funny
I will never sing like Jagger
people say I’m not a bragger
I don’t drive a red Ferrari
I like going on safari
the whole idea of minister
just creeps me to be sinister
I know I’m so very lucky
but I do dream of unlucky?
- iambic tetrameter-
Shane Blaine walked with a swagger
and was viewed as a bragger.
Ladies liked him lots
but kept secret their thoughts.
Awed by his eight-inch dagger.
My Holland America Coaster
I have never been bad, bragger or a boaster
But I have liked my Holland America coaster
Which to me was really some big surprise
Which each one was for free I did realize.
Now my coffee cup I put and place on it
After drinking then back on coaster will sit
Cup on coaster as I see both on table there
Us to go on next cruise, I wonder where.
Europe sure is such a long way to go
And jet lag down it really, always does slow
So how about two weeks in a permanent place
On beach staring at your beautiful face.
Many others are doing things like this
Have been totally relaxed and full of bliss
Instead of brains and bodies taking a beating
And for a long time sitting in tight seating.
If what you want to do is see me smile
Should go two weeks on beach near an isle
Where we together can sail to when we want
Through travel brochures should start to hunt.
Find pleasant place like this then let me know
And my get up that is gone will want to go
On vacation where our bodies can revive
And always feel welcome after we arrive.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
How does that sound for a perfect vacation?
Cloak and Bragger/senryu
the syllable count
piled up on the vacant beach
cloaked in mystery
John G. Lawless
3/12/2015
Both Patient and Prudent
When I grew up wanted to be like you
Continually write poems each day a few
In comfort of my home with wife live
Much attention to God be sure to give.
Love for wife, ensure she receives it all
Not be a big bragger and others appall
Maybe have occasional change of heart
New venture in life be sure to try and start.
So now for what new venture should I plan
End up in heaven because God said I can
If both very patient and prudent I will be
There is no limit to what I can do and see.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
How Loud Can a Curtain Call
Why do some people prefer to discourage
When what they should do is encourage
Others to write poems and subjects to choose.
Like one which was about a perfect excuse.
I wrote a poem and became the laughing stock
After everyone ended up in a state of shock
Either it was in Oregon or perhaps Washington
Where the actual emphatic story had begun.
We here are called an incredible West coaster
Left behind on east one each bragger and boaster
While we feast on fashion here in the West
And antics are known for pulling the best.
Everyone on West Coast seems to panic
When we will end up doing a frantic antic
And after we see your faces all aglow
We turn it into a great, terrific TV show.
This is our dream always expressed precisely
For part in play we had done so nicely
There is only one way out and an escape
Jump under before they pull curtain and drape.
How about: It was certainly curtains for your show.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
When asked how I am today
This is what I say.
Not good
Not bad
Just me.
No one likes a complainer.
No one likes a bragger.
Neither of these will I be
If I'm JUST ME.
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