It’s ninety one but feels like more,
Like I opened up the Devil’s front door.
He said “Come on in!” with a fire breath grin
Now I’m sweatin' places I ain’t ever been.
The sidewalk’s cookin’ eggs on the sly,
Birds stopped chirpin', too hot to fly.
Even my dog gave me that judgmental look,
Like, “Take me out again and you’re getting cooked.”
Humidity’s clingy like a bad first date,
Stickin’ to me like it’s true soulmate.
My shirt’s now soup, my socks are stew,
And I swear my flip flops just melted through.
AC’s gaspin’, fan’s wheezin’ low
I bribed ‘em both just to halfway blow.
My iced tea’s warm, my will is weak,
I’ve been napping in the fridge since Tuesday this week.
So if you see me walking slow and fried,
Just know it’s the heat I ain’t yet died.
But tell my kin if I do collapse:
Bury me somewhere with cold sweet snacks.
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale the soul it'll violate
Romeo n Juliet had pure love, pure ecstasy
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
Samson’s lust, Delilah’s betrayal bribed from jealousy
Secrets unfurled delayed, poison secures not heaven’s gate
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale, the soul it'll violate
A traitor due to being bribed
Abandoning doing the will of God
And thinking being good and kind
Hiding from some people who heard
Your lies from some years and got tired.
It is up to you to Continue to disappear or change
Because these good people don't challenge
Or provoke you but conscience hunting you daily.
Why? you aren't the first person to make mistake
Remember that God forgives people everyday.
June 24/2023
I met him on a cruise ship
he was not what I expected
or was looking for
or wanted
until I got to know him
we talked from ten-thirty at night
until four-thirty in the morning
his answers were unexpected
it is as if he had opened my brain
and took out my own ideas
this cannot be real, I told myself
I slept a few hours that day
Thinking I had dreamed him.
He was in the dining hall that night
assigned to our table again.
He later told me that he had
bribed someone to put him there.
I was shocked; he was real.
my prince charming.
and I met him on the love boat.
We discovered that we both live in Manhattan
only a few blocks apart.
It was kismet.
When I'd give an arm and a leg! --
What's more, every Christmas I beg:
I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase!
But mom complains of poop and fleas.
I'd claim responsibility to give a wash
But my dream of a dog goes-- squash
I plead, I persuade, and I pray --
Promise to walk my dog every day!
No matter how much I blatantly bribed
Mom's allergies leave me dog-prived. :(
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils
The loud threats on the doors inscribed
Were from a Union just proscribed
For struggles it bloodshed prescribed,
And for them four Networks subscribed.
A group the men on top proscribed
But still with men she neatly bribed
And to them The Cheating described...
A clique the falsest strength ascribed,
Though parading some fierce scribes,
A lot profiting from mere vibes...
Her threats on doors in each walking street
Merely breathing the Vainly Sweet
Hell is for children was a brave song, introduced exactly right.
Pat Benatar wrote it and sang it, and gave it some might.
We tried to hide from it, to keep memories out of sight.
But we all know that children’s lives are often a blight.
Children are told to lie, not to tell grandma or teach.
They are bribed and blackmailed, along with some preach.
About how they will hurt the family, and it is all their fault.
We have to protect Mommy’s special friend, lecherous old Walt.
Hell is for children is being lived to this very day.
By innocent children who live next door, and far away.
They have bruises, welt marks and broken bones too.
I think Benatar did us a favor bringing this to light. Don’t you?
Death is the ultimate equalizer
who can't be bribed, bullied, or corrupted.
And He's an impartial sympathizer
when pain progresses uninterrupted:
and all your hopes and dreams get disrupted.
Who would want tyrants to live forever
without consequences for what they've done?
By forcing change, Death is very clever
in providing justice for everyone;
as Mother Nature's obedient son.
Within the mystical trappings of Death,
Faith touts promises of eternal peace.
And so, after breathing our final breath;
we will either witness our soul's release:
or, our self-awareness will simply cease.
A
man who
wanted to
invent things, he
claimed he had made a
car that ran on water!
Said to be bribed and threatened
by Big Oil, he was deemed a fraud
when he refused to let the court test
his creation. Did no one see it work?
This is but one of the mysteries that
surrounds Stanley, who died after he
sipped some juice at a restaurant.
He gripped his throat and said that
he’d been poisoned, but this
was not proved. Why? Was
he gas-lighted?
Or was he
conning
US??
June 8, 2022
for Joe Maverick's Life Death And Aims Of Stanley Meyer Poetry Contest
Different generations
Different life styles
From deficiency to abundance
From neglect to care
From basic education to higher education
From man monopolization to women arising
From single income bearers to both parents working
From self-raising babies to baby sisters to nurseries
Different generations
Different perspectives of life
Different hazards
Different confrontations
Who is happier
Man is always curious and greedy
They always make problems to be solve
Like pollution, wars, bribery, disputes,racism
Who is happier
Finally they will lean to religions
But who knows God is not to be bribed
God will only help those who help themselves
I was walking as drunk
But regret, drank nothing.
Dogs were barking in the street
But fearless man had nothing.
Kicked small stones
To entertain myself.
Shaped lips for whistle merrily
To sing a song for thyself.
Suddenly I noticed
Someone was behind me
I turned at once
But none was special behind me.
A dark shade
Was lying silently on sand.
Wow! It was amazing
Something like me was printed.
I ran hurriedly
But it chased me
I stopped
It also stopped like me.
I said, 'go away'
Neither replied nor moved
I kicked hard it
But it not responded.
I prayed
I bribed
I rebuked to get rid of
But it never turned.
Without any demand
It dwells with me
Nobody can understand
How much she loves me.
That amber liquid far from insipid
Like molten honey but drawn from a tap,
Bitter or dark, the choices quite stark,
God's malted ale, nature's true sap.
Vikings grew strong, strengthened their bond,
Giving them courage for mayhem galore,
A beer in their hand, they pillaged the land
Never quite feeling tired or sore.
The Celts used for curing, Egyptians for luring
Their gods from the heavens bribed to partake,
The English just drank as their water so stank,
Beer their solution to gulp for life's sake.
Wine lovers admit that their glass needs
be sipped
While describing aromas of berries and earth,
No such constraint, nor need for restraint
For drinkers of ale are freewheeling from birth.
So let raise a jug or a frothy filled mug
While watching a game and eating junk food,
Nothing is wetter, more luscious and better
Than a cold tasty beer when expertly brewed.
A Mitsubishi breezes out of the South at Seven,
The North storming at Eleven;
The driver’s continual worrying of gear five,
The tires of the machine ever roaring alive;
In pyramidal slights of screaming passengers
Now-turned doom-alerting messengers.
It’s a driver clearly going bananas,
His remarks classically proving his uncivil manners;
Kano pedestrians openly mad at him,
Now and then attacking him as a team;
Fears that he ‘d been weaponizing his journeys,
Each murder charge circumventing with bribed attorneys…
Always about spillage of blood on a coal tar,
Which he had their bills settled in a lone bar;
The other day, all the passengers dead and cold !
Driver and conductor assisting ambulance told;
Only minor injuries to driver’s finger nails
And serious injuries to conductor’s toenails.
Some may think they’re an aficionado
but do they hold a poetry degree
They sit on their high horse with bravado
it’s from there that they cast judgement on me
I have seen some dish out trophy places
which unsurprisingly go to their friends
Such blatant favoritism disgraces
and deters others picking up their pens
Not all of the sponsors are impartial
sadly some can’t write the forms that they set
They judge poems and not a court martial
so will I enter their contests – you bet!
I consider John’s a discerning judge …
Will I get first place if he’s bribed with fudge?
A somewhat tongue in cheek poem for
JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
05/04/21
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