One day I'm in the Post Office the sales lady comments "your hands are rather large"
So I respond for my height I also have big feet
Ooh !! She replies we'd better not go there
You really should try to be much more discreet
I really am quite puzzled
If there's some misdemeanour I'm sure that I am innocent
I describe the conversation to my dear beloved wife, she is much more up to date than me
and thus she tells what the postal mistress meant
It refers specifically to the dimension of your manhood
Hell! Now I'm feeling rather silly
You mean it's all to do with dimensions of my willy ???
Wee Willy Wink ran starkers through the town
Upstairs and downstairs he forgot to wear his night gown
123.
Discreet Persecution
So you think I've been deaf & blind
Who can't hear & see from behind?
Doors & walls clearly speaking
Floors & roads plainly showing
Omens so artificial
Messages so diabolical
Tired of listening
To a cat meowing?
Want it o go hide & seek
Knowing that it's already weak?
Wanted/Missing without search
Whipped & slashed by thorny birch
What more discreet persecution
Pack & throw, chop & burn?
Can't imagine such bloody reckonings
Longing for more sufferings?
You think my mind shall be conditioned
With such dreadful gleamings aforementioned?
And after such bloody execution
Behold the Almighty's retribution!
-05/22-23/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Painful Poems Collection
If women wants to last long
Don't look too clearly
None of the men in the world is pure
If you want to be in peace
Your right eye pretends to be blind
Your right ear pretends to be deaf
I can't manage an ugly woman
I don't manage a good woman
It's one to get a man who loves you
It's two to lose a bad woman.
A SEASON DISCREET
Summer comes and goes, I know
Perhaps I just missed it, this year
A season that hardly differs here
Slow to appear, and is soon to go
Summer arrives yet leaves so fast
Rarely ever in any mood to linger
Autumn merely has to lift a finger
And daily sunshine is gone at last
Summer again just came and went
Daily heat barely lasting a few days
And exceptionally, it might amaze
Yet soon all of its warmth is spent
Summer, thought the ideal season
It’s love and laughter, kids at play
For some, too soon to pass away
Yet it has both rhyme and reason
Summer, a memory that is fleeting
Nature, with the bounty of spring
It may think that it has everything
Perhaps only a heart that’s beating
I know we've been taught to believe
that it's wrong to willfully deceive.
But raw truth causes cutting pain,
and friendships are never the same.
If rumors about a friend are spoken
deny them, pay them not a token.
If you're asked to judge another,
bypass his flaws, be as his brother.
Nothing good flows from words stark
hide them, bury them in the dark.
I confess none of this is anything new,
only affirming what you already knew.
My queen! He said, overcome with her beauty, and his feeling.
She too, had heartfelt emotions that were ethereally reeling.
They both knew the danger, and yet, they could not resist.
They had to have a taste of each other, a betrayer’s kiss.
King Arthur, loved emphatically by both of these two.
They knew in spite of their attraction, what they had to do.
They were valiant, and loyal, and brave, and they both adored.
The king of Camelot. His honor and majesty could not be ignored.
Maybe in heaven, Lancelot whispered, in another life time.
Queen Guinevere agreed. She knew “he can never be mine.”
They were discreet and honorable until the end of their days.
Both loyal to King Arthur in the most pure, upright ways.
L-itterateur
E-xcellently
A-uthors
H-eartfelt
F-abulous
A-crostic
J-ust
A-pplying
R-ighteous
D-iscreet
O-bjective
Topic: Birthday of Leah C. Fajardo (October 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Passion with out for thought plants a seed in the others mine true love is now diluted with thoughts of the past vengeance is for coming the cost of lust with a loving heart yet evil in mind vengeance is set forth ones life comes to a grind .
Discreet
Dishonest
Deceit
Run from your mind
Stay and face your destiny
Listen to your lies
You hid the truth from me
You can't and won't survive
The demon bottle you see; it will eat you alive
I've tried, I've begged, I've cried
But you don't care about me
Discreet, dishonest, deceit
You've played them all now you see
I won't waste my time with thee
I won't watch you die
“Discreet Soul”
The love, the care, the passion, which I wanted to display…
Are hidden somewhere behind the cultural dismay…
Who are they to compel, who are they to restrain?
Have they ever made an effort to apprehend my pain?
Even I do have flesh and blood, even my heard does beat…
I have the apodictic right to stand still with my heart concrete…
I notice, someone has assassinated my soul and feel…
I need someone, who could set my wounded heart to heal…
My injured emotions blanket themselves in the dark room…
They cry, they feel, they think about the ways to bloom…
Holding back my emotions, until I get the pure heart to add…
Love me, care about me, and make me happy and glad…
It's crazy,
Open my eyes up to it daily anticipating a word awaiting
I'm bugging
Wanting badly but stuck being patient
It's cool just do the everyday ritual until the thought comes back with an evident statement
Mind stuck
Wtf
Half drunk with fantisizing thoughts, brain at lunch
It ain't my stuff
Not mines to give
Someone else's din din
That one wins while I'm in the shadows watching close
Knowing how the whole scheme of things must go
......so here's my toast......Peace
One day I must be discreet
If perchance we should meet
I'd be humbled at your feet
And oh how very sweet...
I don't know if or when
All I know is a strong yen
To touch your face once more
Before I die,
Or die in my effort to try.
have slept blissfully with masters
endured mice of men
been protected in the inner sanctum
yet grovelled in poverty and pain
used my body to pull myself from its grip
seen many vices
secrets cleverly hidden
learned when to speak, holding opinions
silence can be indeed golden
as silver crosses sweaty palm
unmentioned blackmail, seen behind erotic eyes
have manipulated, masterfully
taken advantage of the attributes of beauty
secrets learned at mother's knee
I've been abused as a lady
worshipped as a whore
through it all, needy beggars
snickers behind my back
oh the women so gentile
see my smiling eyes
it's in my bed they do lie
outcast, yet bell of the ball
hushed need whispers my name
I move to its lure
my body a delicious shine
entombing the rich and noble
influencing kings
stature unknown, yet unlimited
I am courtesan, mistress, love,
substitute wife
I'm what you wish me to be
seductress of your mind
gripping desire, courtesan
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