Inquisitive sorts enigmatic notions as positions--scaled left for the right-hander--behold various perceptions, thus preserving perfection as a cure for misdirection's subtle draw.
Earnest forgivingly weakens its posture as truth betrays, incredulously, amidst reality outfitted in non-traditions; Judas kisses a face, while the strummed favors oils embrace a straining revelation that pleasures the muted.
Distractions of another sort muse the ne'er-do-wells, while diligence inks the lost, ambulates ambitious quill of risqué 'Olympia' whose indecency is shaded decently.
Tryst loses in translation, forms anew in an altered view; observant exposed a chapter; a spilled review cores a novel of two; meeting of the minds formed upon a ruinous and trifle distraction, whereto whenever praise ventures, "A dull knife makes a cutting edge."
Intentions fall akin to ashes on the pyre.
Of our procrastination quixotic fire
We've got a penchant for delay and distraction.
A puerile fear of routine and reaction.
But in our deepest hearts, we glow.
Time is a precious commodity to sow.
But we still apply it to just toss it away.
Thinking that tomorrow will start a fresh day
We piddle with excuses and justify.
Our lack of progress and letting scope pass us by
But the truth is, we're only cheating ourselves.
By neglecting our dreams and putting them on shelves
So let us rise from the ashes of our pyre.
And ignite a fresh flame of desire.
Let's attempt to alter our current reality.
And will cease to be hindered by frugality.
Life is too precious to waste away.
On diddle misguided play
Let us grapple with the day and bear it count.
If you live decently, the strain won't mount.
Is this the land fit for heroes
Promised by the Great War,
Or, just one where those with
Take ever more and more.
I’m just a working man
Brought up to accept
My lowly role in life
To treat with respect
The privileged and wealthy
That so elevated band
Who, by whatever means,
Own and control this land.
I accept with gratitude
The remains from their table
Knowing I’ll be tolerated
Just so long as I am able
To labour for my living,
To earn my daily breads
And then, when unable,
Very decently be dead.
I have learned to accept,
Even accept with gratitude,
The behaviour of my betters
And their superior attitude.
I rear my children in humility,
Train then to take my place
To attend to and serve thoose
Masters of the Human Race.
I’ve got my beer and my footie
On the pub large plasma screen,
Tolpuddle, Peterloo, Orgreave
Might just as well not have been
Money when is greedily accumulated
Even though prosperity is created
We fail to enjoy the presence of it
We may not celebrate it even a bit
That attitude will grow like forest-fire
We may not stop firmly that desire
As our heart, greed will dominate
Our mind, desire will contaminate
Acquisition of money is a bad illness
It must be monitored with carefulness
When we plan to amass great wealth
We may not care about our health
Money will inflate our ego severely
Making us behave like demons really
We may see prestige in petty matters
And we may fail to enjoy this Universe
If money is our servant, we then win
For money only is committed great sin
If enough becomes our only formula
Our life will be devoid of any flaw
If you can decently make a living
If happiness, contentment is giving
You are traveling on the right track
Nothing on this fine Earth, you lack.
If you behave very decently
Life will pass truly pleasantly
Only when you deviate
Badness you radiate
Your life you often check
For wrongs, give a self-kick
None is fully in life perfect
Everyone has a defect
If you properly behave,
Spreads a positive wave
Let your defects be found
Remove them to be sound
Calmly tackle the trouble
Benefits will surely double
Giving for anger room
Will invite hellish gloom
If you are a true believer
You behave like flower
If God-faith you possess
Peace comes in excess
Belief gives relief
Demolishing grief.
Abiding by the rules I comply
Believing they help every gal and guy…
Consider my excuse not a foolish alibi
Duty-bound, to policies I rely...
Efficient and effective driver can’t deny
Following orders does intensify
Great orderliness upon avenues long and high
Hoisting peacefulness midst traffic-caused sigh…
I am so sorry; please forgive my attempt to fly
Just to beat the deadline, verily nigh…
Kindness I ask; “You’re pardoned!” may you reply
Laws to observe and fulfill; never to defy…
My heart seeks conflict-resolution; yes I try
Now, thanking God’s intervention of prayer* ally...
Optimistically learning lesson on obedience, thereby
Paying fines by the Lord's supply.
ABC and Monorhyme
*1Corinthians 14:40 Let all things be done decently and in order.
February 12, 2022
4th place, "DMV Poetry" Writing Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri; judged on 2/14/2022.
I’m blunt because The Universe rolled me up this way
Once you get a hit of this, your life will never be the same.
It took a while for me to find the light, but I am starting to see why I was wired this way.
See, I’m emotional and passionate which causes even the slightest waves
To flood my brain
like the tsunami in New Guinea back in ’98.
Call me Elon Musk because I’m lit like Tesla,
I have honor unlike Edison and aiming higher than the flyer of a single-engine Cessna,
Cause I’m the mecca,
A decently good fella,
A divine soul simply operating a human-vessel,
Quite battle-tested,
Don't wanna hear your first impressions…
I look to the stars,
And know in my heart,
I won’t get very far,
If I continue to walk in the dark,
Getting burnt like cigars
At a summer ballpark,
Because after all…
Life’s so much better when you light it on fire accept who you are…
Boko haram terrorists
Times without number
A neighbourhood unsettling with a bomber,
Their grabbed territories
Zones of a thousand worries!
A people in panic
Piteously plan their escapes route,
Their pursuers, a manic,
Who must them funnily shoot!
It’s a horizon of unthinkable sleep
And the digging of graves not decently deep:
It’s a constant brandishing of a superior weapon
That precious lives make a lottery coupon.
North-East Nigeria to forever a story tell
That Borno was once a plain cell,
Each is increasingly a militant
Not convinced that innocent lives are important.
Excellent kidnappers they’ve got
And Suicide Bombers a lot:
It’s a pant welcoming an explosive,
Whose impact is a monster:
It’s wearer, an unbelievable youngster,
Obsessed with destructions, extensive.
Crazily, every Boko Haram
Takes non-adherent for a ram,
To readily his daughter
Slaughter and quarter
For a voiced and heard “Blood of Jesus”
What an Islamization of Nigeria
That should True Muslims anger in Algeria …
shame to those who allow dragging
seven hundred men and women, children
now wandering in the streets, Mississippi
children and mothers crying,
mass raids, years of jobs gone,
years of friends and neighbors’ hello's and help
days after a massacre towards the other
a mere 40 miles from where I live
even with a rare cancer and fatigue
my deepest feelings are sadness and shame
where is my country’s declaration of hope
it’s declaration of decently
now there is only shame
I pray that very soon
we all fight for change
My birthday my birthday, the day has come
On her own back, carrying little memories
The memories of angst, storms come home
My birthday precedes, the possible labour
Holding my tummy, turning to sob
Holding my back, anxious to rob
For the empty tummy, labour feels better
My birthday precedes, the possible labour
Better the actual day, when mother delivered
For the real labour, short-lived than hunger
For that longing, was just short-lived
My birthday precedes, the possible labour
When will they come? Sons and daughters
Decently dressed men, to sing and clap
Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!
My birthday precedes, the possible labour
Hilarious was I born, on a golden thorn
That pierces kingishly, that torments my heart
For people sing to dance, benchmark to torn
My birthday precedes, the possible labour
The society is not, a round-shaped table
For people to sit, to sing and dance
Differences are busy, imparting the worst
My birthday is not, not sung and chanted
Denuded by the wind and rain
A tree without its bark stands
Dead but rooted still.
Its limbs not fallen off, but sawn.
As headless as a Grecian statue is.
A sun bleached desert tan
With arbitrary swirls of gray.
This driftwood’s half a continent away
From either ocean’s seething waves.
Woodpeckers have hammered out
Whatever’s left of life inside.
How can so dead a thing, be this sensual?
More erotic than a tree
Has decently a right to be.
Their bodies stumble
through the dark,
No mist of air to keep them high...
No circling the beaten ground tonight.
Voices won’t sing,
they will not feed
on single bough of welted tree
this day.
No, not today, not later . Perhaps
when evening comes again,
someone would offer
a morsel of rice on paper; and angels
will bless their clipped wings,
to live decently free!
..................................
Written for Richard Lamoureux's PEOPLE Contest
12.11.2017
You are so special to me I love you so much
I know i've changed a lot and not for the best as such
I don't always listen to you
But I always need you mum, to help me pull through
I have not been nice or myself just recently
I've took you for granted and not treat you decently
I'm thankful for everything you do
I know I don't show it , But believe me I appreciate you
Thank you for been there for my beautiful baby
I love you so much for that , Every second daily
Forgive my behaviour
Please forgive me for my actions
I love you with all my heart mum
And I forever will with everyday that comes
Look at him, a burden
money spent, time wasted
expensive health care, heavy budget
tears, sorrow, agony day in day out
kill quickly kill, have mercy
Terminally sick is terminally hope-less
let him go decently
pain, pain and pain on pain,
mercifully kill him quick
Give him his right, let him enjoy it
right to die is duty to kill
make him die quickly, happily
tomorrow too far ; today not too soon
sh..sh…sh.. I hear a voice
“You say kill quickly kill!
Did you create him?
Do you know why he’s suffering?
Do you know purpose of suffering?
Creatures I created can now judge
In dismay I listen to them rejoicing
murder that is a taboo
is now a thing of games, jokes!
My creatures are now my rivals
wanting to create me
sitting on caricature thrones of judgment
they plot to abolish me
I was paving towards the old banyan tree
Where the moonlight was cursed
To these solitary paths my heart was unversed
Fear embraced and didn`t let me go free.
The hanging roots were a witch`s hair
The mournful leaves tickled my hands
And my legs ran errands
The scene created looked rare
Then when I touched the expressive stem
I was pushed to a brightly lit place
Where every creature dazzled with grace
And worn a crown of an innocent gem.
Still a found a love in their heart
No stains of selfishness I found
With joy and glee I was bound
An unearthly place I found just few metres apart.
I murmured," Where the hell I am, in dark beams?"
A voice replied,"Its a place where you stepped at your will recently
And you will leave soon and with a smile,decently
Its a world you weave, its your creativity, its a world of dreams".
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