Your body is your temple
Love and take care of it
Keep yourself healthy
Care for physical hygiene
Have a care for deportment
Have a good sleep habit
Exercise regularly
Take a balanced diet.
When players take part in a sport,
At times they may prance and cavort
But it spoils the game
(Though the crowds are aflame)
When deportment comes up a bit short.
Like in tennis, one player’s disdain
For decorum had some folks complain.
His opponent was peeved
Since a win was achieved
While his goal seemed to just entertain.
I’d mixed feeling while watching the match.
The excitement was easy to catch.
Still, attention was paid
Not to shots that were made
But to antics the winner’d unlatch.
"Very Bad Girl" read the words
Boldly on the lady's sweater!
Nothing in her deportment or deeds
Took the story any further.
Only, I was left to wonder
Why she would've bought the garment
Unless, of course, it was bought by another,
The real owner of the statement.
I found myself wondering why it was
That one saw no "Very Good Girl",
But recalled that being thus
Was then actually being a pearl
Therefore, "Very Bad Girl" makes sense,
Hoping that it's not literal.
It should be seen through that lens
For otherwise it is truly lethal!
Insidious harmony
inadequacy and impotence; infection of valet
destruction annihilates the human spirit
ballroom choreography reveals deficiency
stamina illuminated by revitalized behavior
impending fortitude seeks out the seeker
soaring ambitions will fertilize emergence
robust tenacity breeds dominating disposition
committing deportment flavors the hunger
concluding interlude contribute the means
seldom encountered but forever introduced
3/21/2021
I'll miss you Melissa my lovely
Melissa I'll miss you my dear
You're so very special Melissa
There's very few others come near
You've always been there when I need you
You'd put a big smile on my face
With your elegant form and your figure
Your style, deportment and grace
Your voice is like music Melissa
Just to hear it is heavenly bliss
It's breaking my heart that your going
So I'll just give you one final kiss
Dear Mel you're a fine Maserati
And I'm sorry how this story ends
But I'm trading you in in the morning
And buying a Mercedes Benz
Relaxing myself midst a worthy accomplishment
of checking essays which became a rigorous engagement…
I drifted a while for a festive entitlement
recalling such ‘laugh-out-loud’ moment
melting teacher’s stern sentiment
on antonyms predicament
when a student in his sober deportment
mentioned with a jubilant tone of achievement
“opinion and conclusion are opposites” along wit’s settlement…
Then he explained, devoid of embarrassment
“open and close are antonyms”: that’s no wonderment…*
Oh, I thank** God for clean humor in learning, bringing mirth-fulfillment!
November 27, 2020
*That was meant for a joke in our country where English is not the first language. The student actually knew the meanings of those words.
**1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
2nd place, "Funny Memories" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg; judged on 1/28/2022.
4th place, "Make Me Laugh with Some Humor" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 12/19/2020.
He once met a girl named Divestment,
She once heard a boy name Detachment,
they tangoed as two
and tangled til blue,
Then bore a misery child of deportment
divisioned DePartment.
S/he once met a god for Attaching
and heard herself named for Reproaching,
they tangoed as two
then tangled til through,
Then bore a hope for encroaching
healthy YangYinning
There once was a feminist
gorgeously named for Courageous
who met a patriarch named Curious,
they tangoed as two
then tangled, tis true,
Creating compassions less Furious.
Bow serpents and lions
Ingenerated from Demora’s shrine
Graced from Gia’s star
Blessed with serenity, strength, and beauty
Chanted by Diablerie monarchs
Dancing enchantress witchcraft coursing into Archellion blood cells
Evolving woman and beast of Strata, the cause of famine
Life sources shall drought and vex
For life of bondage, chained of carnage and sin has sewed into breeding hell
Now the blood thirsty nightmare Allison of unextinguished flames
With scarlet kin, eagerness to rise, eagerness to kill and rule
Look into her dead eyes it speaks fornication
Obliteration of man and woman, just to spite gods
For without their commoners, they wreck of rotten forlorn
Hail Azalia, she is bane cat-o-nine tails bedevil scourge
A disease to land barriers
Menacing birches for catastrophic centuries
Procreating canker bubonic plagues
Just to please her insidious deportment
Sprouting dispassionate vibrations, god deicide she is
Voices mourn unheard, shall remain unspoken
Azalia consumes this putrid sphere, forever mute
Don’t be hoaxed, she craved concupiscent, from that of vicious rays
HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS
(poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).
How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time.
Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune.
Indelible, permanent and unfading abysmal damaging domestic dynamics got etched deep upon the memory of this erstwhile individual! The general gist in the form of quick brush strokes (namely written) of psychologically traumatizing recollection now follows.
I can attest to malevolent mean-spirited objections by my father (and late mother) in regard to my grossly unacceptable attire, deportment and work ethic.
I think I’ve lived another life,
Black Leather is my secret vice.
Its smell is faintly naughty…
On my skin it feels quite nice.
I think I was a wild thing,
Sorry I can not tell for sure.
But when the Angels motor by…
My thoughts are not so pure.
My dress is so very proper,
My deportment just a dream.
I will not cuss or take a drink…
I’m so boring I could scream.
But I think it wasn’t always so,
Perhaps Its really just some trick.
Faint visions keep me up at night…
Yikes, I think I was a Harley chick!
Purely fictional! Inspired by a goup of "riders"
..at least 100..that passed me on the freeway.
..at least 100, that passed
me on the freeway.