O, dear poetry, how old are you?
give me a glimpse, The Story of Sinuhe
the art just might predate literacy,
before the birth of the written word, BCE
Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor the eldest fictious
the Epic of Gilgamesh on papyrus
the world’s oldest love poems, verselets
Homer’s ancient epics
Compositions made for spoken word
I finally found out from all I’ve heard
what my dear poetry means to me
the love of artistic lyrical spontaneity
learning of words using them expressively
or impressively, excessively, whatever it takes
with poetic license, there are no mistakes
Works that lead to electric elucidation
with rhythmic flow, meter and alliteration
my primo priority is; my poem pieces make sense,
with rhyme and my love for classic cadence
having the quality of amatory ambiguity,
steered adrift with ominous obscurity
strapping images of suggestive metaphors
I’ll write to inspire as do the troubadours…..
Granny wished the worst male evil upon me when I was young and I never truly forgot.
Consumed by her unchecked lust and desperate for mens' approval; she's lost the plot.
The ancestral spirits tell me to forgive but remind me that her heart is still a cold dot.
Note: This poem is about a paternal grandmother of mine. I rarely talk about how she used to leave me in hot cars during excessively hot summers just to go shopping for herself. While I truly do admire her fashion sense, I don't wish to be like her at all when I am older, either.
Sally McJimmy- Gee was a pro at sycophancy
Currently over-flattering plain old maid Nancy
Complimenting her ridiculously excessively
Her honey-like, simpering words annoying me
She lavished on this nutcase all kinds of praise
Thinking she might get herself an undeserved raise
If she does, I will be angry enough to burn this place down
I try to figure out which one of these two is the biggest clown
Do you still love me Jehovah. If you do, why are my troblems so many. Why are my enemies like the grains of the sand. Why is calamity my predator. I am afraid to chose, to talk, and to act because the repocussion is like an untimely bomb. I chose to serve you, and yet I see no great satisfaction. I chose to love you, but I find no great love. Am I deceiving myself not seeing you love or am I deceiving myself thinking you love me. There is nothing special about me. I am not great. I am not exquisitely beautiful. I am not excessively godly. I am nothing desirable. I am just me, but I chose to love you because you love me first. But how much do you love me, do you tresure me or do you think I am lost cause. I am asking you Jehovah, how much do you love me.
Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking.
Summer is shimmering on its way,
Spring is packing her suitcase,
Ready to leave,
She doesn't get along with her sister,
Summer's soar sight
Can make Spring blind.
Spring loves her eyes
So she's absolutely ready for goodbyes,
I should not hold her,
I'd write a goodbye letter
Hoping that she'd feel better,
Sisterhood is a vital matter,
Spring and summer can never unite
Even though they are two sisters so polite—
Spring is too floral,
Summer is too bright.
And when they get together
All they do is fight.
And that's not at all right.
So goodbye spring,
Come back next year,
Go your merry way,
Let go of summer's fear.
I'll be waiting from you to hear,
Goodbye now,
Summer is almost near.
RAIN
When it simply rains,
there is a feeling of spiritual and pictorial peace
IF it calmly refreshes and washes the roof of life...
But when it rains excessively,
it causes a feeling of fear
when the human being irresponsibly
does not care for or monitor
the designs and destinies
of what he should be fully caring for...!
Spaces filled with twisted views & useless opinions
Enemies dressed as friends,family and lovers
True friends cast in the shadow of anothers facade
The world blinded to their greatness
Flaws amplified by a thousand and one
By one to cover a thousand and one flaws
Told that I’m just a leaf in the breeze that hasn’t been let go
Shown that even your dreams will one day come along and unapologetically hurt you
Its my fault
Only after the flood...its all good while the faucets running
Water never bothered nobody that can swim
Sometimes drowning seems like winning
When surviving isn’t living
Breathing stale air dying slowly by my own poison
Masked before the necessity
inevitably
Now forced to be masked excessively
Not just physically include emotionally & mentally
Im hiding all of my rage behind the same smile that reeled you in
What worthwhile do we have left if caring becomes the sin
Social cohesion and consideration
the collective good
In excess one who prioritize there
needs and perspective's excessively
a negative consequence of extreme
individualism
making it harder to relate to others
by creating an extreme condition
not caring about others experiences
and perspectives or putting on a
empathises on individuals: without
creating ties with or within a
said community. Culverting shifts
that allow the empathise towards
self expression and personal
achievement Lacking Tradition or
respect for the past. Yet in reference to
society all things are futuristic..
One could quote things conservatively
and liberally say
"there's nothing new under
the sun: what's new to
us has already been done"
The roots: and origins of creativity
Being creative is the the hypocricay of
now!
Written by:
Tegen De Grappler
(The Other Guy)
"not Interested' was marked on his que card.
Seems she's fo
There’s someone for everyone, but me
Because I, fortunately
Descend from royalty
So I get to have some-three
I don’t think that having some-three
Is excessively greedy
Just look at past monarchy
Where they enjoyed some-thirty
So there’s someone for all but me
That’s a good deal, I agree
It helps fill each country
With plenty of families
However, since I get some-three
Due to my nobility
It’s not what it’s cracked up to be
Coz three wives were the end of me
Christmas.
Believe the story, the prophet, the myth?
Is it all about festivity, excessive drinking and gifts? About family, relatives coming together that otherwise wouldn’t mix?
Do you see it as a meaning?
Peace on earth, will it ever seriously exist?
Opposing soldiers playing football before sending the bullets flying over the ditch?
Christmas.
A tree in the corner, mince pies, brandy butter, foods so excessively rich?
Is this your Christmas? From your earliest memory to this present itch? Itching to make all things lovely, snow falling, reindeers flying, mistletoe to get that kiss?
Or do you think about the others?
People who’ve never sat with family pulling crackers singing songs? People who live with no money scratching scrapings from used bowls? Should we see it as an opportunity to help the people with no families, the families with no homes?
Christmas.
All the best to you and yours.
Enjoy the festivities but please remember what JC would want you to remember - the forgotten discarded lives of the lost souls.
It’s called, ’excessive fork to mouth disease’.
Overeating too much of what we please.
Sitting excessively on our derrière?
Watching TV, or writing poetry with magical flairs?
Lockdowns were absolutely no excuse.
Blaming it on “Climate Change…”a bad joke and so incredibly obtuse.
Get off our buttoxes and exercise at home.
It’s OK, to leave your great, altar of the internet, alone!
We lovely women, lose weight slower than charming men.
But there’s no magic pill on which neither can depend!
If I made it from a size sixteen to a size seven,
You can do it, too, it’s simply like being in heaven.
Beers, breads and booze are out of the question.
Wines, pizza, chips just few more to mention!
The key is to not listen, to those who failed.
Else, you be imprisoned in an adipose jail!
Live very long and prosper!
Panagiota
8/20/2022
~3 ~
Basis you realize living can be unpleasant
Also, seeing the blessings is hard
In every way, attempt to be grateful
Furthermore, attempt and track down a silver lining
Whenever torment is persevering
Also, the hurt appears to be excessively weighty
Recollect you are strong
What's more, this is brief
Decline to check up without out.
Decline to allow anybody to tell you
That you can't arrive at the sky.
Decline to enjoy every moment.
Continuously plan for later,
Despite the fact that it isn't ensured.
Premise benevolently decline to permit anybody
To change your heart.
Accept that God will lead you
To a higher spot.
Accept that change has beenn
Acknowledged for your life.
Accept that somebody is observing
Over you Child of Maugo
Continuously encapsulate
This conviction within you
That one day you will arise a hero
Ooh good son of Suna.
At the point when you remember me,
Kindly don't sob.
You attempted everything you could
To rescue my dieing soul
Dear you felt down and out when
Relatives proved unable
To bear the cost
Of my hospital bill
You were generally there for me
Close to my death bay
Dear hubby take great consideration
Of our two children who
Will forever cry requesting
For my whereabout to nurse
My body may not be there.
It has decided to rest.
I'm not excessively far away.
My spirit lives on,
Peering down, looking after
You and everybody.
Furthermore when you feel miserable
Furthermore life appears to be so blue,
Simply recollect
That my soul has its arms around you.
What's more on those exceptional days,
Times that you want to see,
That cool wind streaming past you
Indeed, that will be me,
So don't be pitiful.
Have no dread.
God has encouraged me,
I actually watch you
Consistently,
My affection and soul are with you,
Also our two little angels
Good bye darling
Waiting for you patiently
In this new world
© Francis Maugo
This weak flaw you see in
The length of my cheeks,
Just helps me to remember the
Traumatic adventure that came to pass for me,
The occurrence that left
just a single man standing,
The disaster that was
To be discussed for age.
This distortion you see on my left cheek,
Projects my brain back to the misery
Also, torment I went through,
The aggravation and wounds that
Could consume a huge chunk of time to mend,
It additionally portrays of how ardent
I was to bear every one of the hurts.
This wounds you witness
In my nauseating face,
Provided me with the new significance of life,
It advised me that we as it were
Live once; life's excessively short,
Subsequently valuing each
microsecond in one's life.
As we continue in the day-by-day presence,
We are all expected to deal with a menace.
Back and forth shifts are typical in our life.
You will almost eventually face frail strife.
To reach the fantastic detail of quintessence.
It is fated to suffer some pain and misfeasance.
To be able to perceive a wide range of happiness.
We should be able to undergo a little sadness.
At whatever point we're at a level of anxiety,
To elapse making aggravation, stray utterly.
I'll need to rely on the hasten of a companion.
In consideration for support and inspiration,
To provide a helping hand in our plow.
It's when we're in a state of utter sorrow.
It is the only way we'll be able to set rolling.
To prevent acting excessively raging.
So, I guess you could say I'm fortunate.
I have a friend, an ally, on whom I may trust.
Who has so afar been the most dependable?
Right until the vanish of our journey, incredible.
Written: December 7, 2021
A STRAND (Dec 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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