Dreams continue as he pursues and fits into those new life shoes/
Steams of old morose songs singing sad blues in dark venues/
Has his hold paddling multiple life canoes/
His eyes mold maddening views of how not to use or misuse /
Less issues to load tissues and blow revenues /
He construes the con’s cruise how he’d abuse and throw a fuze /
Irrelevant spoofs but now he refuels and will refuse /
To lose how he broke a fuzed fool loose into bomb grooves /
Explodent raising the roof with booms and more proofs /
Next go sent is praising a nerd goof’s blurred sluice see through /
An Oxymoron to use without suboxone, oxycontin or any proxy plottin /
That’s rotten like heroin in pill form not an option /
From hereon in I’m building and recovering /
I’ve beaten my cranial region and more covering/
It’s a pain in the neck and the back sore hovering /
Pain multiplied by the passion is what caused action /
The symptom is contamination leaving one ultimatum /
Create a new life curriculum to cure ick-n-glum
Jealousy
Women, whether members of the Stop
or not,
Stop chaining your man to you.
They are not animals in life's Zoo!
Men don't like chains, anymore than
you do.
It must be horrid to live a jealous life.
Where, you, like a lion trainer,with
a whip and a chain.
Keep a great man from following his heart
and his dreams.
And even making a simple comment, you
see as a scheme?
Male poets here~ here's what's going on
with me,
I can't comment to some of you, even
in an innocent way.
Your lady construes any comment I
make in a conspitorial way.
I am afraid truly, to read some male
poets!
Comments are posted, I pose no danger,
and you all know it.
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
3:00pm PST
laughing like a hyena comes naturally
to those deprived of sanity
for more than five hours at a
time is long and sometimes silent
though not often still
water runs expressing her course
having no authority to deepen herself at will
lounging on one side and then the other
banks holding sway with the river just because
trees morph into faces anciently lined
anthropomorphism clearly reigns in our
consciousness, construes something out of
no-thing is why we are all here
laughing like a hyena comes naturally
to those deprived of truth
for more than five hours at a
time is illusory and definitely not the truth
may you have your way with all of it...
Oh incredulous one;
dilapidated are the wits
that polished the tongue with opinions
harvested by its compulsions,
held within impetuous views, and twisted truths...
Such a mind
never construes itself as an empty pit
by means of rejection...
Put yourself in someone’s shoes
And gaze from that perspective.
Doing that may give you pause
Or cause to be reflective.
Judging others isn’t fair
Unless we’ve lived their lives.
What tactics we’d reject might be
How somebody survives.
It’s easy to condemn or praise
From knowledge one construes,
But we might sing a different tune
In someone else’s shoes.
Oh, Incredulous One;
Dilapidated are the wits
that polished the tongue with opinions,
harvested by its compulsions,
held within impetuous views,
and twisted truths…
Such a mind
never construes itself as an empty pit
By means of rejection…
Whispered sighs cause my lonesome soul to soar
Released, it is distressed by stormy seas
Tattooed lonely secrets my dead heart bore
Forlorn harbor has brought me to my knees
Distant window my weathered eyes have spied
Through clear glass your beauty is seen within
Raging sea surrounding me now has died
Can you embrace then cast away my sin?
Silhouette construes such lovely delight
Bares stark contrast to my worn quality
At last, freedom from grief within my sight
Through window pane I’ve seen equality
Once shut in fear, my eyes now open wide
You offer your hand and lead me inside
Past this tree giving life,
Lies the epic war fought in strife,
Bitter lovers now estranged,
Grapple and wrestle, each in vain,
But for the fools who come afar,
Seeking light in the hue of dark,
Eternity awaits, but only for those,
Whose dreams are grasped, ever so bold,
But their wishes lie in wait,
Forever steeped in the futility of fate,
Their dreams misspent,
Their yearnings untrue,
Blinded by the condition humanity construes,
For we who seek divine eternity,
We must be looked upon with the utmost pity,
Essence is nothing in this endless toil,
Two lovers estranged, grapple in mortal coil.
Colors splashed upon a canvas
Expounding rhyme and reason
The paintbrush tells a story
Of love, trust and treason
A flux of emotions spread abroad
Fusing hues of green and teal
Blueprinting a love gone wrong
Phantasmagoric and surreal
Falling tears of cobalt blue
Emblazoned with crimson red
Blended well with vivid scarlet
Depicting a heart that bled
Melding oils on a palette
Coining shades of black and gray
Distraught strokes glaze the surface
Warranted rage on display
Fuchsia construes your courtesan
Infidelity exposed in viridian light
Goldenrod and lemon chiffon
Symbolize this woman's blight
A recollection of betrayal
Expressed in abstract art
Hung upon a gallery wall
Portrait of a broken heart
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