I wear my emotions on my face,
Cry at the snap of your hand,
With seriousness, life I embrace,
A tender touch, I demand,
Kind and gentle with a smile always,
That's what you will see outside,
Inside, I churn and hide my malaise,
You'll never know why I cried,
With straightforward faith to lead me on,
A poem to match my moods,
Looking forward to heaven's new dawn,
Brazenness, my pen exudes.
3rd May 2023
For "Character traits" contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Categories:
brazenness, character, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
God knows I did wrong, but I tried to change.
But all I begrudge is to maintain my brazenness.
It will never satisfy me until I endure my life range.
My beloved, forgive me or release my madness.
I once walked right into a storm in my spine.
plastic raincoat in hand, heart on shoe top.
Above rain-firing clouds, war clouds sunk supine.
No languor or exhaustion, only a feast non-stop.
Smacking into the horizon that defies stone.
Recanted, now wearing a torn shirt full of falls
I'm on the road, pen in hand, set to do war alone.
Find a wind-sheltered beggar near torn walls.
I suppose cruel people are just hopeless.
Do you blame your life on your diaper?
When music comes on, my face is yolkless.
Is it worth it to wish for things to go hyper?
I am now able to travel across the world.
I'll cycle and listen to lead music this year.
I must admit to being one proud furled.
"Don't worry, be happy" is for me, dear.
Written: January 11, 2023
Hit List 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Categories:
brazenness, analogy, appreciation, change, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Keith brought his dog to the party.
He was tired of choosing women to like.
He was the worst judge of them.
His two ex-wives were proof of that.
Pug ran up to Ella and put his head on her knee.
She reached down and petted him. She seemed gentle.
He had always gone for wild women.
Keith walked over to apologize for his dog’s brazenness.
They had an instant connection.
Categories:
brazenness, dog,
Form: Free verse
Arrogance and Poetry tried out
for a dance contest,
Simply "stoned" with the idea that
they were the best.
They sat at a table, pointing out
errors in others.
Forgetting to have a heart and
compassion and that all dancers
are sisters and brothers.
After snickering over others mistakes,
They soon discovered, they did not have
what it takes.
So they, continued without hesitation,
attacking others with bitter brazenness.
So much so, that Arrogance and Poetry
were asked to leave, and red faced,
did so with all their selfish cravenness.
January 26, 2020
8pm PST
Categories:
brazenness, anti bullying, poets,
Form: Couplet
Bat-blind to looming gripe and cold decay,
Clueless shoots jump onto life's gay stage,
Oblivious of Grim Fate's scything designs
That waste with disease and stealing age.
They wouldn't turn around and at once behold
Slowly waning sires with mean griefs to scold.
Youth's full plate such wanton cheers parades,
That no eye can see sly time's thievish shades.
Thus enchanted our pleasure-lured victims file
Onto glum podiums whereon their sires stood;
Dancing to selfsame tunes of deaded antiquity,
Decoyed by vanity's unedited rhythmical mood.
While earth's tetchy wheel of raw fun yet turns,
One in the numbed lot in death's embers burns.
To decry such brazenness by that spiteful foe,
Smitten hordes seethe and writhe in brief woe.
In the end every joy-craving dancer sadly goes,
And green offspring pop in to follow their toes.
Categories:
brazenness, age, betrayal, christian, fear,
Form: Didactic
frozen outliers
snow mounds refusing to leave
welcome daffodils
I smile at their brazenness
And they smirk back at my grin
Categories:
brazenness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Tanka
It's a world of trials and happiness, altogether
A cruel moment of sin & forgiveness, altogether
A story set in a lightless world and sombre patches
A beautiful man has been sold for less, altogether
Never was the night seen in the day till now.
A gloom seems to shine with finesse, altogether.
I hoped against hope that this day would be mine
I survived for a moment of brazenness, altogether
You were my friend and guide, 'Mumtaz'
How did it all become such a mess, altogether?
Categories:
brazenness, allusion, bereavement, change, childhood,
Form: Ghazal
Welcome to this ceremonious event
of me unveiling my thoughts
of me unfolding my brazenness
of you displaying your wittiness
of you and me affecting changes
On line, in line, on time beyond time
With million likes
The game is on
The line is on
The status is open
For all of you to presume, assume and resume your own positioning of point of
views
Whatever stand, brand and grandstand of opinionated, imposed upon or
layered views
nicely spread with icings of lies and some sprinkles of truth
Either requited, unrequited, desired or abhorrent
Everything's game
All is kosher
Your event is every second
every minute and every thoughts posted
No less
Minds matter most
Than actual consequences
Categories:
brazenness, culture, emotions, friend,
Form: Free verse
The stripped woman cups her last drink of water into her dirty, shivering hands
Anarchy about her, the glaring sun draws nearer upon the bright, bedazzled eyes
They watch her in awe as her parched lips suckle the musty, muddied moisture
It shoots awe in her throbbing veins as they beat her for her brazenness and beauty
Agony draws her on like a mad man awaiting the hushed silence of death’s embrace
Men grab her, laughing like hyenas, and tuck her into that filthy, reeking potato sack
Her stringy hair, filled with sweat and endurance, lands in her mouth; droplets fall
They roughly haul her into the truck again and hit the road, as miles must be driven
She will fall, they say; she will beg to die at the master’s feet—and they’ll oblige
She will not let them see her—she will cry alone into the sack till the next stop. . .
Categories:
brazenness, fear, inspirational, endurance,
Form: Blank verse
O gentleman, o gentleman! don't fear the work is done.
You've held you're own (eyes closed) you definitely won.
You succeeded on landing, left the bar exulting
You bought the drink and supplied the vessel of your daring.
But my heart, my heart, my heart!
White sheets spotted red
Where on the bed I coldly lie
heartbroken, battered, dead.
O gentleman, o gentleman, you rise when you hear your cell,
The deed is done, you rose and won, but now it loudly trills.
Expect no flowers, expect no wreaths, you lady has come a-crowing
For you she calls, her beckoning thighs, her eager body yearning.
Here lover, handsome man
Come lay down your sweet head.
Pray was a dream of mine last night
Now I'm heartbroken, battered, dead.
The gentleman does not answer, he motions me be still.
He'll never crave my touch again, no more kisses does he will.
He takes this round, his satisfaction done
His brazenness meant his object won.
Exult you catch with ringing bells
But I shall keep my bed
Here I shall mourn your lies
heartbroken, battered, dead.
Categories:
brazenness, lost love, love, parody
Form: Lyric
This breezy island is often visited
by falcons with powerful wings,
as they display the swiftness
of their elaborate flights; on the gleaming sand,
I'm laid back and pensive, while my curious dog
scampers to and fro, trying to catch them...
Falcons with powerful wings, on my island blasting with sunshine,
forever dwell to multiply your offspring:
no human ever sets foot on it to avoid dire,
for the steaming soil is too arid, and nothing ever grows,indeed;
and the palm trees can only offer shade
for someone eager to stay,but afraid...
A sunlight as dense as fire
scorches the soft and low dunes,
on the deserted beach I play my melodious tunes;
a capricious, soothing breeze brushes
my suntanned, golden cheeks...
why is this beach the quietest place that instills every desire?
Falcons, roar until the blazing sky disperses its blueness
which attracts your enthusiasm to induce brazenness,
but the arrival of shadows brings dreariness and solitude:
for vultures that are raring to go to a brighter altitude;
only the whimpering ravens huddle on the battered rocks, and wait
for the luminescent sunrise, hoping to flutter in the August's intense heat...
Categories:
brazenness, adventure, hope, music, places,
Form: Free verse
He was very thin, half naked, one arm
broken, glasses cracked.
Early morning an owlet will land over its head
And give a long hoot.
The bleary eyes will look down non-chalantly
on browsing goats at its feet. I will see a twinkle
in the eyes.
A cave man, or Buddha! I loved your brazenness
cat walking alone on the spiky path of truth,
drinking goat’s milk and raising cotyledons
of guiltless faith.
Post-traumatic, I squeeze your feet.
Any reincarnation in future? Any divine intervention?
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
brazenness, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?