Demonstrative Poems

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam. 

Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake. 

Protagonists of propaganda.  Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.

Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of  Calamity.  May you find solace  amongst the shameless.

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam. 

Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake. 

Protagonists of propaganda.  Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.

Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of  Calamity.  May you find solace  amongst the shameless.

Demonstrative dedication

Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional  sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.

Love As It Grows

Sometimes love as it grows and as it ages,
                                    finds itself in complacency.
The  “I Love You’s”  become habitual, delivered by rote

One side or another sometimes interprets
      this less than demonstrative, expression of feeling  
                       as something lost and not something gained.




I can’t make you feel
            what you don’t want to feel
And I can’t make you
                want to spend time with me
But I can make you a sandwich  
                      so at least sit down and eat 

No, I can’t make you love
                           all the things I love
I can’t make you want
                              all the things I want
But I can make the bed
                           so why not stay and rest

Though I no longer seem to make
                     you laugh as I once did
And I can’t make you love me 
               the way it seemed you used to
I can make your house a home
                                                so why not

Daisy a Day - Gotta Love

" Definitions:
     Delineating Means:  Depicting or describing. 
     Deify Means:  Adoration or exaltation for a beloved." - Oxford Dictionary -
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Darling, desire dominates dearest dreams.
Daydreams discover deepest devotion.
Despite demonstrative dauntless dedication.
Decades didn’t dampen delicate delights.
Daylight dawned, dazzled by a daisy a day.
Doting directly drives desire to dance. 
Determined to declare deify for my dearest.
Distinguished, debonair, dignified date.
Dress, diamond, Diocese, document, a destiny.
Delineating developing dependence divinely.
Deserving dedicated devotion darling. 
Dissent divides, devotion defends, to dispel dire divisions.

demonstrative tree

demonstrative tree shows her feminine wiles
a prowess unseen and unfelt by other trees prances forth
wind and sea swirl around her, trying for attention
she bestows attention on all

If It Wasnt For Poetry

From the very depths of my inner being I cherish  poetry,
without the written verse I’d  be impoverished as a person,
literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks,
an open channel with furtherance from lexicons endowed,
golden opportunity for human pathos rich and fair,
stomach-wrenching pain, joyous peals of  laughter, mental stimulus,
visions I adhere to have a wider world impetus,
the comity of fellow authors and their honest feedback,
diplomatic goodwill hint at barren lapse within my canon,
and gracious honeyed Bon Mot of peer group kudos on occasions,
that  angst-ridden moment before a contest sponsor judgement,
bold gasp of relief at higher placement than expected,
or just as likely glum expression at the baleful NA,
in support a staunch muse Jay A Pallen shed her light,
loyal and demonstrative sister, whose sparkling eyes ooze warmth,
sagacious councillor supreme, bestowing love on this bard and their ardent stanza,
who brought to my attention bewitching vistas waiting to be captured,
influencer of my first ever piece  “Downward Plod,”
shortlisted for Creative Writing Ink poet challenge,
where this writer’s magic life-enhancing odyssey began

Reflection

Productive, constructive, forever chasing down time?
Corruptive, destructive, forever wasting your time?

Seductive, demonstrative, forever crossing the line?
Apprehensive, collaborative, always walking behind?

Emotive, corrosive, always using someone else’s life?
Offensive, abusive, do you ever look yourself in the eyes?

Rejected Love

Sometimes love's force makes us innovative,
When adoration longs to be demonstrative,
Through art, we express our affection,
Beyond mere words, a profound connection,

Love's mystique lures us into its hold,
Truth's arrow strikes, our hearts unfold,
But in this realm of emotions and desire,
Love can be rejected, extinguishing the fire,

As if humanity were a mere illusion,
Love's presence can face cold exclusion,
Yet, still, we brave love's treacherous terrain,
For the chance to embrace its joy and pain.

Ambrosia Departure

Ambrosia

Black tulip Shrek 

Green envy demonstrative

Butter wouldn't melt whence churned

Into something other than itself

With chicken arms and pigeon chest

Which inside to hide

The ashes of a loved one

Departed

Who Will He Listen To Now

I love you to pieces, unconditionally, the mama says to Peter. 
She says this in actions, not in words. In her family you did not say it ever. 
Pete’s father is demonstrative – I love you flows out of his mouth generously. 
He lavishes “love you” on loving neighbors, friends, a hitchhiker he has met once.

Do you have a minute? Pete asks him.
His father assures him he does, but then he must rush off.
A friend needs a lift to work. On his return he is summoned to the phone.
“I never get to talk to him,” Pete complains to his mother.

“He is a rescuer,” she assures Pete. “He is busy being himself. No worries.”
By the time his father decides to sit down to listen, Pete has left home.
His mother has gone to heaven, and there is no one left for Dad to help.
Who will he listen to now?

There I Need

On the open verdure of mind
I’m harvesting you

I’m not on the ladder of stars
To quit the beat of the earthly heart

You in demonstrative shape
with a divine youth on the vineyard

there I 
need red wine’s fountain
no need for the moony grains,
need the seraphic unaided room
no need for the music of dead’s reborn, 
need a bed of a long-staying river
no need for sleepy and dreamy texture,
need longer togetherness
no need for the day and sunny trace

and I want- the ending life
May it not end forever

-24.11.2020 Chattogram

I Recall

I recall
I recall the poverty of my youth
 Attempting to escape truth
 Demonstrative love was rarely displayed
 And so I played Hide-Go- Seek
by Joan Donnelly 2020

Gf the Name

George Floyed-

the name of the protest voice worldwide
A heroic symbol to remove the stigma, brutal culture of racism

the name, now, like the gigantic banyan tree
of peace demonstrative movement;
the shadow of long walk to human freedom
from brutal clutch of discrimination

the name, now, encourages everyone to believe that all are equal
the skin colors are futile to be proud as human

the name, now, teaches us
we have to be a true human before educated civilized nation

20.07.2020 Chattogram

I Had Lost My Sun

I have to get this right! Old Gus settled.
My first essay without Miss Edward’s help.
For a contest; so it wouldn’t be right.
My feet were mammoth, I tried to collect them.

Old Gus’s ears perked up. He was gone.
Raccoon or opossum maybe.
A tribute to my mom I thought,
Remembering her smile, her laugh, her hug.

I was seven when flu took her.
Came home from school to find out.
Dad grieving so hard.  Bad time.
He had lost a wife. I had lost my sun.

Dad peeked in. How’s it going, son?
He gave me a nod. Anything I can do?
He was not demonstrative. Not a toucher.
“She was a hugger,” I wrote. “I miss that the most.”

Written 9-30-2019
Contest: Realism Art Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper   Photo Selected: #2

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