Si una dirección para tocar glissando
los embrates del amor
de la musica
puso uno a novia
la seda francesa
le calla musica
el bife!
el bife!
un broche de diamantras
a par como casi
pero en realidad
The embarrassments of love
of music
one gave a girlfriend
French silk
The steak!
The steak!
A diamond brooch
Qué es más asombroso que tales obligaciones, lo que debemos hacer? Para remediar la tensión del hambre.A la hoja de laurel en tal.
Retire la hoja de laurel.que hermosa musica.
Bailaremos esta noche si no llueve.
Almost even
But in reality
music silences him
Written By:Leon Wade and Terry Callie
Two Guys listening to the song discussing
the catsup stain on the woman's blouses.
No te importan las dells(feminine)
No te importan los dells
Categories:
embarrassments, character, cool, culture, music,
Form: Ballad
I promise I'll give up,
Not today though
Not when I've left you in a state of confusion and pain.
I promise I'll leave,
Only if you promise to be ok
But I don't trust you, cause you know how to mask the hurt so well.
I can't promise to solve all your problems,
But I can promise to stick by your side
When all hope is lost and you are giving up I'll still be there for you.
I know I may sound foolish and clingy,
I'll bare the names and embarrassments
Because for you I'd do anything just to make sure you're fine.
I've sacrificed alot for you,
I don't want a reward at the end
Nor do I want to be indebted to you
And when you're fine I might walk away.
I've come so far and I'm not stopping now,
For when you came to my life I knew I could withstand any challenges
I knew I couldn't leave you to rot in the dark but stay until you see the light.
Categories:
embarrassments, hope, true love, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
There was a time when I was so real
I would speak my heart out with everyone
People would normalise my embarrassments
and say, "Kiddo, that's pretty common".
There was a time when I was so real
I would never hold my tears after feeling hurtful
I would refuse to talk to those who weren't familiar
There wasn't any place for pretence out there.
There was a time when I was so real
Imitating everyone's actions gave a lot of pleasure
but somewhere in the middle, I started lying
and I was given long lectures to never lie in my future....
There was a time when I was so real
'Eat, Sleep and Play' felt so practical
Playing with friends wasn't a special treat back then
Screaming, Laughing, and scribbling on walls wasn't a great deal....
Yeah, that was the time when I was real
I wasn't supposed to please everyone with a fake smile
I wasn't even considered boring if I was hurt and kept quiet
Why can't one be real and mature at the same time?
Categories:
embarrassments, anxiety, beautiful, care,
Form: Free verse
Who the hell is Etty Ket
To keep interfering in my life?
I keep hearing its not Etty Ket
From my very soon to be wife.
I bet she was a Victorian
With a long pointy nose
Red flanellette bloomers
And long stripey hose.
One of those very worthies
Who, year after year
Just couldn't resist
That urge to interfere.
Oh the embarrassments
At odd times of my life,
Eating soup with the wrong spoon
Or fish with the wrong knife.
I've laughed when I shouldn't,
Wished that I was dead,
Stood there in horror
Face glowing scarlet red,
Having absently committed
Some perceived heinous crime,
Just an ignorant peasant
Trapped by the rules of
A more stiff and formal time.
Etty Ket thanks to you
I've gone through times of stress
But now I've reached an age
When I couldn't care any less.
So now I wear desert wellies
All the year round
And I wear odd socks
When a pair can’t be found,
Spill food down my pullie
And don’t give a damn
Take it or leave it
For I am what I am.
Life’s too short to worry
You’re dismissed out of hand,
Farewell Etty Kett, get back
To your Cloud Cuckoo Land.
Categories:
embarrassments, culture, nonsense, perspective, satire,
Form: Rhyme
When the pitcher of that little girl broke
And the nectar-like water she’d carried from far shed;
Some smiled; some laughed; some scolded her carelessness,
Some walked on their way as its normal happening;
It’s the poor neighbor boy, who was carrying two of such,
Gave her one; erased her embarrassments; out of pure love!
06 November 2021
BITE SIZE POEM no25 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
embarrassments, care, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Battalion column coup de grace;
It’s what was planned, but didn’t work that way.
We’ve bled all our embarrassments
At bayonet point and now must cede the day.
God damn the blasted cavalry;
They’ve left this muddy field a bloody pool.
All hell for the artillery;
I’d like to face one gunner in a duel.
It’s over, done and finished with.
The very best withdraw in disarray.
La Garde reculé.
Categories:
embarrassments, history, military,
Form: Lyric
BLACK AND I AM ALONED I AM WRONGED discouraged-
I am black
I dress urban not
I need encouragement no further embarrassments love and understanding
I am related to those races
I vacation in self
My job is withdrawn and abandonment
I desire peace, hope and love
6/14/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Lament Poetry type
Categories:
embarrassments, abuse, anxiety, confusion, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
Broken dreams don't die, they just bleed
They cry out for somebody to believe , believe me everybody cries even me
Have you ever wondered what happened to those dreams we ignored.
Do they turn into nightmares in a rage
Or do they simply fade away
I suspect the latter
But it is easier to choose to ignore them rather than risk disappointment
See I too sometimes fear the bitter taste of failure,
the shame that comes with falling short of Glory
The embarrassments, the dead ends, the apologies :"I'm sorry but you're not good enough
Aim a bit lower "they Say. "Try something else"
they say
My response?
Excuse me but weren't the gutters meant for gutless. I live by Yoda's code :"Try not. Do not or do.
There's no try
Because broken dreams don't die.
They bruise.
They scream for somebody to believe, believe me everybody is afraid of something.
Even me.
Its a shame.
That we cowards do not understand that courage is not the absence of fear.
It's rather the presence of mind to act deliberately in the face of it.
It's the will to will to submit oneself as a knit upon a steed ready to perform each and every deed to which our dreams demands
Categories:
embarrassments, absence,
Form: I do not know?
Thirty-four years of fist fights and screaming fits;
threats of killing, suicide; public embarrassments.
In front of my husband and son they crossed a line.
What I gave them was a piece of my mind.
"I am done with this." "We should part ways." I said,
"Before someone ends up seriously hurt, or dead."
I felt no sadness. I couldn't shed a tear.
To think about it; I gave them 15 years.
I went to see them, knowing their health was bad.
Prayer and apologies from me, Mom and Dad.
Things are better after our long time apart.
Peace of mind for fifteen years; lost.... a piese of my heart.
With great sadnes, of disfunction I tell.
For giving and losing..... the balance scale.
July 01, 2014
Contest: What I gave
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Categories:
embarrassments, abuse, family, forgiveness,
Form: Sonnet
I am safe when you are near,
like a baby nestled in his mother's arms.
I can breathe without gasping,
speak without stammering,
my embarrassments fade
in the glow of your smile.
There is no pretense.
I need no safety net;
your closeness brings
a feeling of well-being.
Dancing with the lights low
and kissing in the rain,
holding you so tight,
and hoping that you'll never let me go
I feel complete.
Categories:
embarrassments, love,
Form: Verse
I loved you -
I hate you!
And now I can’t wait to
See you fall from grace - like the stupid fool that you are -
(Right on cue)
That perfect mouth
I once kissed
Now just looks slack
And I’m pissed
That others even listen
To the phoney nonsense you spew!
Those big muscled arms
That once saved me from harm
Seem to drag with your knuckles
On the floor,
And those dumb little jokes
That you share with all folks
Are banal embarrassments
And, believe me,
A BORE!
You walk towards me,
I seethe!
What a nerve!
I can’t breathe!
“Get Lost!”
I manage to hiss
In front of me you stand, -
then grab hold of my hand!
I’ll hit you!
(I swear I won’t miss!)
You pull me tight to your chest
My heart pounds in my breast
What are you doing?
Good God up above!!
Your lips then meet mine
More potent than wine,
My heart melts –
I have fallen in love!
Categories:
embarrassments, lost love, love, me,
Form: Rhyme