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Kid naps here, daycare!

Kid naps here, daycare!
Sick babies...About those

Kidnaps are there! Out there!
I wish I could, evocation, dowry!

For an already invested $275 nuptial Tyler Mowrey!

Gaza wall and Tel-Aviv- a , embracing in Jackson Church
Sameeha Azra- eel A and a PEER in peer pressure for air fryer
Is your oxygen an EIN? Bargaining overseas? Playing diplomacy? Daunts in ranting ramps where models stood?

Sometimes, data cable is not that a bad idea, where "inna lillah" is also a cliched Hinda call!
Long she served Holly Wood, May she come true among converts and traveler (pilgrims)
further in optimism in selfless "Sufism" not "Sophism or Hedonism",
Sin and Boon are all stamped with the sense of Shame, where the guilt is sensed after all!

Not a river dredging and to make a parable to river shifting, as no longer helpful!
Helpful and no longer! For once, try in Pickthall!

For the end of the time and the beginning, too
Time impeccable is Timeless Allah (SWT) and the all-knowing and all!
In time He begets not, 
In Time He is free from the need of an obgyn, 
of that specialty, departmental.

In the Painter's Canvas

In the heart of the art, love steps in breathing slowly.
The blue, the brown and the green 
stripped of all modesty submits to red.
A leg here, an arm there, confusion cliched.
The painter tries to shape form in his brush
But the canvas holds sounds long silenced.
Sweat and pain paint a picture of tolerance
And anguish sucks in a lot of the white.
The artist struggles to breathe life somewhere
But devastation shreds dreams to smithereens.
As black and red flash loud extremes
He involuntarily draws a streak of silver.
Love steps in, breathing life in the horizon.

W Is For Wordplay Ie Poetry

figures
     of speech
cliched

retrospective
        maxims

a repertoire
of snippets

a collage
of the impermanent

 a 
    play filled
assemblage...
     ....inscribed

   interaction
of parody and
             sentiment..
all
in wordplay:
interspersed
&
crafted
with sensibilities

The Open Door

Life is like a door without a key 
It’s the truth starring you right 
In the eyes that you’ve refused to see
Simply open the door and walk boldly
Into the unknown where you’ll go from 
There who knows take a leap of faith 
Beat the odds and win the race this
Life is truly great and it may sound 
cliched but don’t hesitate because 
You are the master of your own fate !

Whilst the Muse Sits Idle

Haven’t sorted this years poems
And another year is looming
Yet my fingers dance and play
Upon the keyboard every day
Some say the poems that I write
Are seamless, flowing, very tight
Others pass them, look away
Refer to them as cliched, trite
Yet being “kind” I don’t reply
Just shake my head and sadly sigh
For they have missed the subtle twists
Of metaphoric word play trysts
So carry on you daring digits
Whilst the muse sits idle, fidgets
Write on, write on, add one more poem
To last years ever growing tome

John G. Lawless
©12/22/2022

They Chuckle In the Wind

The empty canes of raspberries hang low

Red maple leaves are mashed up in the mud

Nature seems to hover by death’s door

Animals and humans drained as whores

No feeling ,no green sap,no flowing blood

The crackling canes of raspberries hang low as

What can we say un-cliched, metaphored?

At dawn the sun will burn despite the Flood

Nature did not force us through death’s door

Can the death of God mean this and more,

Though love and hate are fractured, life is good?

The chuckling canes the berries sang below

Can a life with heart not be restored?

End retaliation, understand

Nature did not wave us through the door

At the edge of Europe are no hordes

Jesus is more small than any bud

The crackling canes stored laughter in their cores

The remnants of the foxgloves in the wood

Wave politely . even seem to nod

The raspberry canes, the honesty know more

Nature ,light and darkness, affect stored

S

Translational

TRANSLATIONAL
assertion
overly indebted
&
touched
 with humour
 &nuanced
in existentialism
 expression
chance

enthusiasm
stoked
in
controverseet
& hilarious
 parodies
of
the
upside-down
&
topsy-turvy

  a cliched
 wildness
 disembodied
fragility
vulnerable
narrow& closed
 so suddenly so
learned

  naive
immaturity
in
perspective
 romantic
&sublime
yet
a
profoundly
  ambivalent
reality

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

It Will End On Saturday

Everything is constant and plain,
then it's a grandeur coliseum
of fireworks of fervor
and doable sins.

There are doubts, secrets and bloom
Bad hopes, uncertain future, bit of a gloom
But both knew it’s a created one with faith
Quiet, aloof, and so far restricted,
which a deity can only limit.

A decision a bit late but for couple of times
After the chaos and mess, and let say, 'dimes'
An organized decisive, decision both has made
"to meet on Saturday" was laid.

But how will one know it will end
when it haven't even started yet?
here is my grasp ---
A little secret everyone has on their clasp,

"It's possible when a mere foreshadowing
sprung out from a cliched reality",

If that!
any of you know what I mean.

Moonlighting In June

*Image of Shoreline Sunset by Pixabay.

Moonlighting In June

Doctor Jekyll's special starling,
shortly pealed off, started snarling,
molting inside,
till speaks Miss. Hyde,
"Tough to be out cliched, darling."

2022 June 04
*9th Place*
The Moon in June (Choose One of Five Forms)
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 June 12

*HMS: 8,8,4,4,8

Let Me Not Be So Distracted

Let me not be so distracted by the nay-sayers
For whom everything seems to be doomed,
With those who rely on holier-than-thou prayers
Help me not to allow myself to be consumed.
May I find myself giving out optimistic strokes
Looking for the good even when things are sad,
I want to take an Anne Frank approach, folks,
Even if things turn out to be unbearably bad.

Truthfully, things aren’t as devious as many think,
Just because some things aren’t going their way
Our country is not teetering on disaster’s brink,
Save that cliched trophe for a more gloomy day.

As I see it, we’ve had far too much distraction,
Polarization, divisiveness, unadulterated lying,
Leaders relying on their own self-satisfaction,
Unwilling to consider other ways worth trying.
Can we not consider the outside possibility
That we have relied on purveyors of fake news
Who brought us many rumors told willy-nilly
With badly skewed and worthless views?

written December 12, 2021

Humanimal

Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits. 
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts. 
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.

Every Four Years Or So

My wife is unhappy
  What did I do
Nothing, my darling
  It's not about you

But dear, you're so sad
  It eats away at me
I like seeing you glad
  It's how you should be

Oh, Freedom just died here
  And that's why I came
If I'd have foreseen Joe Biden
  I'd have stayed in Ukraine

Gosh dear, this perhaps sounds cliched:
  'Cos things may look bleak today
But Biden won't always get his way
  It won't be all black and white
    There'll be shades of gray

Darling, you really don't get it
  Ruin the USA is what socialism will do
Just wait 'til Comrades Biden and Harris
  Start to tighten the screws

    ... Stone Cold Silence ...

What can I say, honey
  You know better than me
Better pack your bags and emigrate
  Democracy's too messy for you, I see

Abu Cliched

The future made a face at at me
I made a face back at the future

If fate did smile my way
I wyly smiled back at her

Don't mention Karma to me..
They use deragatory terms
In reference to her... ways

Am born of Destiny..
Unto me a path Ordained

Speading wings like an eagle
I do love so soar cloud high..

Society Ties

i don't sit in line with society's eyes
i don't fake like fools with books of lie 
i don't commit image of suits and ties
i escaped the boundaries and live outside 

expectations are prison walls
capturing individuals 
predictable to fit in with all 
how are you not miserable 

i don't care what strangers think
reputations are for those unknown
cliched isms selectively link
persons made a slander clone 

I will walk the way i walk
be talked about as good and fault
and in random minds ideas get caught
won't bother me as they aint my thoughts

Winter Fruit

The empty canes of raspberries  hang low
Red maple leaves are mashed up in the mud
 Nature  seems to  hover by death’s door 

Animals and humans drained as whores
No feeling ,no  green sap,no  flowing blood
The crackling canes of raspberries hang low

What can we say un-cliched, metaphored?
At dawn the sun will  burn despite the Flood
Nature  did not force us through death’s door 

Can the death  of God    mean this and more,
Though love and hate are fractured, life is good?
The chuckling canes  the berries sang below

Can  a life  with heart not be restored?
End  retaliation,   understand
Nature  did not wave us through  the door 

At the edge of Europe  are no hordes
Jesus is  more small  than any  bud
The crackling canes stored laughter in their cores

The remnants of the foxgloves in the wood
Wave politely . even seem to nod
The raspberry canes, the honesty know more
Nature ,light and darkness, affect stored

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