chutzpah in new york
cheeky annoying brashness
nervy confidence
Whenever beliefs are placed
above any worthless things
they affirm the essence of true ideals,
that sparked visions in people's minds.
Hold on those beliefs and assert feelings,
if brave men stand by them and resist
the menacing shouts of despairing ideas;
in such a brutal way: shouldn't we react?
Beliefs can express liberalism or conservatism,
they both define a character ready comfirm it
in deeds that opponents them infused with alruism;
do you divulge them with brashness or intellect?
Some wealthy men gave everything to the needy and hopeless,.
they lived a humble life renouncing to all comforting luxuries;
who comes to mind if notTostoi who saw many human miseries?
His beilef reiforced the existance of faith in acts of kindness.
Exceptional times require exceptional measures
In our everyday lives we experience this truth
Times of stress, or, in rare incidence for pleasures
A challenge from our peers sparking curiosity,
Provoking us to engage in the most insane ruse
Wisdom shows itself in most annoying paucity
Comes the time when we eschew such rashness
But, in youth, almost every adventure is novel,
So, we entertain ourselves in unabating brashness
And exceptional times are replaced by maturity
Having experienced almost everything before
Comes the time when exceptional measures bore.
Written May 2, 2022
One of the keys to happiness is mental quietness
a perceptive covering that operates on all fellness
And shall not incite one's heart pound emptiness
Start by being enthralled, then settle into stillness
Flee out of bed. Your feathers will hasten your brashness
We went on a quixotic to the darkest areas, tasteless
The springs rate boom as it grows the sturdy femaleness
The splendor of a full moon hung in the space darkness.
Out of bloom cherries are primed for neatness.
Ranches with lovely shades and surface wetness.
Orchards of lovely colors and textures, readiness.
Divine clean lips send heavenly voice pureness.
Delightful rapt echoes of a vivacious life sweetness
Written: May 21, 2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
ALL YOURS (Jun 12) Poetry Contest
In with a bang out with a whimper
An American story reminiscent of old,
Brashness and vigor, street smart and temper,
Rising to greatness then collapsing stone-cold.
How could this happen in this day and age,
Have we not learned from lessons long taught,
But there lies the moral, we gave him the stage,
His victory gifted, neither stolen nor bought.
The reasons were many, the anger profound,
The swamp and it's dwellers entitled and deaf,
Their smugness alone caused Trump to be crowned,
With neither side listening, as each out of breath.
But what of the Media, greedy and loud,
They built up the story their coffers to fill,
This great institution at one time so proud
Debasing core standards their audience to thrill.
What next may we ask, back to the same?
Politicians grandstanding, jostling for power,
Caring little for action, just personal fame,
Riding the airways, seizing the hour.
Enough of this folly, time to unite,
Reason and truth need blossom anew,
Our democracy young, our future still bright,
Faith in our system we must now renew.
The brashness of crowds
Suffocates cool air at dusk
Raiding hurried urban tracks
No peace to behold
For invisible faces
Mocked by heaves of survival
30 Oct 2020
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The sweetest vision
The tongue cannot taste
She secretly teases me
With amazement amazingly
Restraint, you see has no basis
My heart traces her laces
Come unwound in the
Shade happiness has its way
As GLADNESS of the day
Sunshine specialty will begin
And then it gradually fades
Into the horizon of the eastern sky
Scream it with brashness
Adoringly lightly caress every piano key
Mean it with every breath forsaken
My heart's been given a chore
I feel it my tender lover
Can you feel this?
We are so close together
We are now one another
We've become each other
Sweet my gentle tenderly
Touching me, she says
I LOVE YOU AGAIN
I whisper, there is no shame
I love you the same
Steady steady misty breaths
Of rich and brazen fascination
Lazily labor in Passion's pleasingly
Poisonous rain I say one last
Goodbye I say I love you
The same a burning Passion to
Blame LOVE IMMORTAL REMAINS
graduated cum laude
with a PhD in madness,
practitioner of your
own philosophy as
the harbinger of doom,
tales of darkness where
the deck is always stacked,
what's the sense of light
to an austere night
or spring's flourish
mid winter's brashness,
you don't need to be
a rocket scientist
to diagnose absurdity
Forest floor matted with the detritus of time;
Underworld denizens in their castles sublime.
Tight aerial ropes, loosely dangling from above,
A veritable paradise; proof of His Love.
Brilliant gems of the summer bedazzling our eyes;
Summer's regalia, like the alligator's sigh,
Verdant ferns lining, ev'ry shaded nook and path,
Drenching rains of the Season - a midsummer's bath.
Canopies of the summer's sweet, succulent grapes,
Black ribbons slithering in the warmth of a brake.
Burrows of the Gopher each protected by man;
Titillating wild blueberries in the hot sands.
Grand ole' sentinels towering o'er all below,
Proper and distinctive in their very best clothes.
Their paper facades their very essence of being;
Loyal cones in their summits, all overseeing.
Little masked creatures, eyes spying out from the bush,
Betrayed by their brashness, becoming a blush.
Any tidbits released, they're right there on the spot;
Cute as a pup, these miniature bandits are not.
Serenity surpassing all else you may search,
A Red-Crested Woodpecker smiles down from his perch.
Lost in the riddle of a woodland reverie,
An unforeseen moment of treasured memories.
The moon was looking blank faced at the earth
Then teased her with shy intermittent stares
She confidently wore her sense of worth
And turned away insouciantly aware
As they spun he eyed her more intently
To search the outer beauty she possessed
In silence danced with shadows moving gently
While beams of curiosity assessed
He searched her waters, calculating depth
They sparkled his reflection as he probed
Affronted by the brashness of his quest
She gathered clouds around her like a robe
Disgusted by the moon she turned away
He left her there to welcome in the day
Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns:
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role,
Supposedly not with any crudeness, brashness or horns;
As we sit in it, my tears embrace his spritely youth,
And I ask for forgiveness for my naive, vigorous misdeed:
He secures me with his smile and instinctive composure,
Such that I no longer trepidatiously have to sweat and bleed;
Permanency fairly permeates my fearful, angered heart:
The hope of someone else to tease the difficult, awkward task;
My failure becomes his promise, and his foundation strong,
So that the demand is no longer a mountainous, rocky ask.
When you yourself cannot conquer the rough terrain,
Your friends and lovers attend to take the strain.
2nd of October 2015
January, you come in to applause,
As you nod goodbye to Santa Claus.
No other month is hailed like you.
You take for granted that's what we do.
Sometimes you're calm and sometimes wild.
Sometimes you're loved, sometimes reviled.
Depending on where in the world you be,
You are hated or loved, Mr. January.
In the North you're sure to come in cold
With brashness and a manner bold.
You save good manners for the South
When only warmth comes from your mouth.
We in the North will shut you out.
You can stay outside to rant and shout.
To us you're not a welcome guest.
You can be in fact, a dreadful pest.
Lone Wolf…
He is the irony unto his lonesome self
Thrust upon this world
A cub youngling
He absconds from family
In search of something else
The Lone Wolf…
A spirit found, a spirit lost
Travails path of storm and wind
Looking and seeking
The nomad hunter without friends
Loneliness the only cost
A Lone Wolf…
Forever bearing the intensity of heart
Burning into mind’s eye
Sardonic is his never knowing
Consequence of playing part
Lone Wolf…
Finding refuge within darkness…
From fast approaching storms
But, sanctuary from his own madness…
Found only in brashness and honor
Of the soul that roams
The Lone Wolf…
Like the undiscovered serpent of the sea…
The soaring eagle
Longs only to be free
But instinct his jailer
And hunger his need
A Lone wolf…
A vanishing vagrant into long drawn shadows…
Woodlands of a twilight sun
Pursuing fresh quarry scents
Unsullied mate she wolves natal young’s
Lone Wolf…
His lonesome irony abets in its return
As nights timber penumbras tumble forth…
A semblance of spectral sirs
Whelps of innocence from the night to the lunar lights…
Do not go unheard
I stopped along the way and saw you.
You didn’t look.
Din, grime and harshness surrounded you.
I didn’t see you.
Then, love in all it’s joyous complexity blinded us.
I touched you.
Pain and brashness bled through,
washed away
like the brightest metal in the forge of life;
you emerged.
Gallant.
Shining.
You saw me.
I reflected your light.
You touched me.
Then, as softly as a feathers flight in the wind;
You were gone.
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