The First Paradise
We humans are related to the dolphins
not so smooth, that's why we stayed near
sea was shallow
Fruit trees grew near the shoreline and
often apples fell into the sea, which was
as a blessing, and we walked ashore
On dry land, we become aware of our nakedness
and hastily covered our bodies in palm leaves
Flirting and lifting palm leaves became a sport
disapproved of by the adults
In the apple trees lived snakes; if a woman was
bitten, she convulsed, and if not given
satisfaction becomes what we know as Karen
When children asked where we came from
adults told us we came from Mars
Now, scientists tell us they have found dry
river beds on Mars. I say no more
“In my empty heart – only memories” by poet
Today our mother had his bed removed
and took posters down – even things he’d drawn
depicting stuff of which she’d disapproved.
Those posters that revealed his heart – all gone!
She took his dresser out, and all his clothes
she folded up to donate to Good Will.
His nice suits in the closet – even those -
as well as knick-knacks on the window sill!
I understand the pain she’s going through.
What good is there in taking all away?
The rest of our family's grieving too.
I press to my face a saved shirt of grey.
It was his favorite. In his empty room,
my tears release. I’m standing in a tomb.
From the outside it might look like my life has improved,
But in spite of how I like to be viewed,
I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months.
Just gotta chew on my words like food.
On the Southside of the city view,
The lights on the water shifted reflecting off the choppy grooves,
The night stopped by and gave me an eye.
Like my mother,
Tonight disapproved.
Tomorrow too,
Or at least I’ll assume.
For all the loud fights with myself,
I still feel awfully removed,
Almost asleep behind the lights because living lively is living like a ruse.
Take me as a bite,
Chew on my words for a while,
Spit out the waste as your cheeks grow full.
Taste the bile,
Brew on the thoughts for a while,
Hints of a sorry guile pace meekly on your tongue.
The push,
And the pull.
I'm singing to get a peace of mind
In due time, overtime, sometimes near bedtime
When all obstacles are trying to distract me
So that I cannot see the full blessings
I sing Gospels songs to relax me
Songs to Jesus above
Praises with many of Gospel songs
The atmosphere can get toxic at times
I know that I shall keep a peace of mind
My joy will not be removed
Nor disapproved.
The economy was booming, best for years
As for unemployment then: he had it beat
Feel-good factor lifted spirits dried our tears
Voted ‘gainst him cos I didn’t like his tweets
Yes he made the border strong secured the nation
Shut out drug mules with the Covid and wet feet
Slowed persistent fundamental transformation
Yet I still reject him cos he does mean tweets
When ISIS cut a swathe across Levant
He made destruction of their Caliphate complete
And silenced their polemics and their rant
But I disapproved cos I don’t like his tweets
Brought the vaccines to production at warp speed
Others gave thumbs down to aught laid at his feet
Now they seek enforcement even without need
And to him I give the elbow - don’t like tweets
Should he come again, restore the nation’s pride
After years of deprecating self defeat
Would I then come to accept what I denied?
Well perhaps - if he would only stop his tweets!
I applaud him for his ideals, specially non-violence.
Britishers beat him hard but he never retaliated back.
His deep knowledge of ancient scriptures made him aware violence
is bad. He knew however bad others maybe we should be good.
He disapproved of partition. He warned leaders it would lead to
major problems and it did. While other leaders celebrated
independence he was busy helping masses like me and you.
31.07.2021
Syllables count 16 each line checked at PS
Note: When India gained freedom, due to partition communal riots broke out. Gandhiji toured the nation telling all to stop fighting. When he was asked to join Independence day celebration, he replied how can I celebrate when many of my brothers and sisters are suffering. I find no reason to be happy. -- Source Google
Dan had opinions, but he was too wise to share
He kept them to himself, and was not coaxed to talk
A quiet man, he kept his ideas hidden until they were needed
Others trusted him
They confided in him
Because they knew he would never violate their trust
Dan was a man who watched
He was hypervigilant, seeing what others often missed
He secretly wrote poetry, he had sixteen books of poetry.
His relatives did not know this
Until after he was long gone and his poems were shared at his funeral.
Dan was a man with integrity, a man of strength
Women loved him, and other men wanted to be him
Dan was a man who could listen.
He neither approved or disapproved of people,
loving them for themselves, cherishing their friendships.
He kept his opinions to himself.
He was trusted, and adored.
His children knew his soft side.
His wife knew his funny side,
His friends knew he was the best friend they would ever have.
cavernously eerie
echoes long dead
frosted over and irritated
grating silence
cold as ice
unforgiving, unyielding, just un…..
woods feels disapproved,
disrespected, unappreciated
rock solid hush dispels possibilities
slate and shale
hiding teensy glimmers of mica
shining like her ice heart
cavern rules
showing a presence
that scares many
I know you can't hear me... but I need you to listen
We used to be such good friends
We talked and talked until the night ends
I never meant to hurt you...
We shared laughs and jokes
We shares dreams and hopes
I never meant to hurt you...
You were to be admired
You were a good son, brother.. and to be desired
I never meant to hurt you...
I never knew if you really cared
I never knew if for me you dared... despite how they talked and disapproved
But, I never meant to hurt you...
What did you expect me to do??
I did what I thought was good to do...
I never meant to hurt you.
I've moved on now...
I've got a man who is good and strong and loves me like you didn't
I've learned what love looks like, and I've learned to REALLY enjoy it...
I have learned to love and please me...
What we were has past,
I'm planning to make THIS good thing last...
I know you cannot hear me, but I needed you to listen.
We did not worship at the shrine of tears;
we knew not to believe, not to confess.
And so, ahemming victors, to false cheers,
we wrote off love, we gave a stern address
to things that we disapproved of, things of yore.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
We did not build stone monuments to stand
six hundred years and grow more strong and arch
like bridges from the people to the Land
beyond their reach. Instead, we played a march,
pale Neros, sparking flames from door to door.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
We could not pipe of cheer, or even woe.
We played a minor air of Ire (in E).
The sheep chose to ignore us, even though,
long destitute, we plied our songs for free.
We wrote, rewrote and warbled one same score.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
At last outlandish wailing, we confess,
ensued, because no listeners were left.
We built a shrine to tears: our goddess less
divine than man, and, like us, long bereft.
We stooped to love too late, too Learned to whore.
And the people loved what they had loved before.
Puritans gather in Congress' hallowed halls, faces glum
Trampling truth, blowing horns, banging the drum
Of blazing envy, wrath and sloe-eyed sleaze
Committee member, moralizing minions, on their knees
Digging up dirt on disapproved-of nominees
Judgment fled to tone-deaf decrees
Careful, righteous pols, so sure the public will be pleased
Voters care about jobs, not investigative sleaze
And when the voting booth decent folks flee
~ The doors open wide for all the Crazies
Puritans gather in Congress' hallowed halls, faces glum
Trampling truth, blowing horns, banging drums
Of blazing envy, wrath, and sloe-eyed sleaze
Pelosi-Schumer's moralizing minions on their knees
Digging up dirt on disapproved-of nominees
Judgment fled to Pandora-box divorce decrees
Careful, all you righteous pols, so sure the public will be pleased
Most voters care about the economy, not investigative sleaze
-- And whenever decent folks flee, the door opens for the military
Twilight comes without incident
Open to new waves of intellect
I produce a realm of understanding
Beyond the concept of easy thoughts
She escapes me, and never finds
Her way back into my disapproved
Meandering mind of falsehood
Whenever she reaps, I didn’t sow
Those words, so she comes up
With these things on her own, delving
Deep into my soul she creeps along
Finding whatever she could use to hurt
And exploit, but never will it consume
Me, in any way, shape, or form
Will she conquer my new wave
Form of thoughts, belonging to only
One in this realm of understanding…
Now, this is someone that cares, pleases
And harbors hope, beyond the delightful
Words eloquently portrayed upon her
Own heart, that I have sown, she does
Harbor within herself, and newly
Discovered intelligence becomes truth
Because of the reality of the situation
And she produces whatever I can muster
Up to believe in, and she becomes
That which I understand, and desire
Upon, she never leaves me yearning
By the wondrous world of grace and freedom
We believe in the waves of our hearts
Russell Sivey
There once was an old woman from Madrid
Husband disapproved everything she did
Cereal's too cold
Meat's too old
One day in anger his false teeth she hid
Amelia wanted to go to the annual dance
but she just might not get the chance
Amelia was a very nice unattractive young witch
her best friend was a young warlock named Mitch
It's been over a year since Mitch moved
and she was the only one that disapproved
He wouldn't want her to be stuck yesteryear
she had to leave real soon and that's clear
Amelia wanted to cast spell and alter her looks
her grandmother gave her several old spell books
As fast as the thought came it went
and she must get ready for the big event
Even though there were no suitors in sight
she will ride her broom swiftly this night
When she got there she started to dance
the young warlock behind her was in a trance
The young warlock nervously asked her for a twirl
She said yes and they started to whirl
they've been dancing together for years and years
As man and wife and Amelia cries happy tears
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