Deep in to the shivering waves of mood,
have just met the other me,
through hundreds of inner layers,
unbeknown to myself
they swarmed like thousands of prayers.
A lifetime of constant spirited battle
where tumultuous emotions can not be settled.
All those other exhibited faces that have me defined,
yet many of them still non-obedient in being refined.
Now, my character with several shapeless sides,
will remain yet again on stranger tides.
Tomorrow is an obscure wonder,
where yet again,
another new me awaits to subsequently wander.
Categories:
exhibited, emotions, encouraging, feelings, me,
Form: Free verse
I have this little Ginger Cat.
Lord knows what he sees
in me! – cutest adoring eyes
I don’t deserve; purrs in
reserve, as he settles to cuddle
and be stroked.
All I do is feed him, a bowl of
fresh water couple times a day --
box of clay for his business – but,
I could almost swear, that there is
true love for me, exhibited in even
our mundane close encounters
given a chance, he would kill every
backyard dove...just for fun shred
I guess, he’s only being a cat for I
keep him well fed
hoping God instructs Michael
to give similar latitude when it
comes to His Man
sure can be confusing, when
considering, God, and His, often, perplexing
species' plan....
Categories:
exhibited, christian, forgiveness, funny love,
Form: Free verse
I'm sick and tired of the so-called muses,
especially the one who always chooses
to make it clear that I don't work hard enough,
yet, when I ask for a little help with my stuff,
she's always the first one who flatly refuses.
My muse yelled, "Stop! That's prohibited."
I said, "What?"
"The behavior you just exhibited."
I said, "What did I do?"
She said, "You took some lines that didn't belong to you."
I said, "Jeez! Instead of helping me, you're making me feel totally inhibited."
Someone asked, "Could you write without a muse?"
I said, "Probably could, but I'd refuse.
Why? Because a muse is so good at showing
what to tell the audience and what to keep it from knowing
so that you can keep right on going with your wild-ass ruse."
I was having a hell of a time
with a poem that shouldn’t ever have been mine.
The muse had made a big mistake
by giving me lines that shoulda gone to this poet named Blake,
of which I could make neither reason nor rhyme.
Categories:
exhibited, 12th grade, humorous, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
When I write
my goal is to be
impersonal as possible --
giving all credit
or defeat
to the Muse, Devil or
God of a partner.
To my mind,
Poetry, must speak independent of
the author, using a schizoid sort of
logic --
there must be a life
exhibited, that upon completion
the author, reads back with as
much interest as any foreign tourist or explorer
thinking: "where did that come from?"
Then I know, in my own humble way,
though not having touched the face of greater
creation, I have at least seen a small feature, moving on
with better sense of future direction, what to strive for
while in further pursuit of the art. Poetry, like everything else one does
in life, should be viewed through a sacred lens --
in order to do one's best, and for best results.... As I cloudily
ascertain. My method. I know nothing.
Categories:
exhibited, art, growth, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Prose
Robert Sherriff- Nobody’s Home - poet – author - singer-actor – model - American Historian.
Trump or Harris
From a young age, Trump has exhibited the characteristics of a privileged child, using his family’s wealth to avoid the draft during the Vietnam War.
In stark contrast, I deeply respect Kamala Harris as Vice President.
Trump’s policies, such as the controversial wall targeting immigrants, give him a unique, albeit divisive, edge. Conversely, I hope to see Harris ascend to the presidency of the United States one day.
For those who have read my poem, “12th of January 2025,” you know it foretells a grim prophecy in which Trump meets a tragic end. Historically, America has shown a pattern of eliminating its significant figures in 1865, 1881, 1901, 1963, and, potentially, 2025.
On the 12th of January 2025, Trump will face assassination—a fate that aligns with America’s troubling history of silencing impactful individuals.
Categories:
exhibited, betrayal, bullying, conflict, crazy,
Form: Political Verse
Stepping out into the warm morning sun to find it holding hands with the meadows
The grass and the flowers dance synchronously with each other's shadows
Elated, in watching life come alive, elevated from slumbering in their burrows
Reminded of how my happiness has risen against now long forgotten sorrows
My mind's camera is taking snapshots, I suppose
Saving to memory; how beautiful they're exhibited by each expose
Dreams of anticipation as the anchor of time pulls the sunshine to another close
What I find in tomorrow's meadow may very well eclipse what in today's has arose
Categories:
exhibited, august, creation, deep, earth,
Form: Monorhyme
The world's oldest surviving toy, dating back to the Chalcolithic Period, approximately 7500 years old, is exhibited at the Mardin Museum in Turkey.
the world oldest toy
about seven thousands years
car made of good wood
Categories:
exhibited, old,
Form: Haibun
It Started With A Blank Canvas
Blank canvas of my mind was open
from very childhood,
since my consciousness was ready to draw and paint.
I started to use that blank canvas
time to time as I wished.
My dreams and musings ,
my desires and yearnings,
my fulfilment and achievement ,
all colourful happenstances showed spectacular outcome !
While failure , despondency
or if crushed by betrayal or malice,
or sorrowful events etcetera
exhibited ugly sketches,
even couldn’t be deleted.
Those put deep black scars to get permanently pasted.
The wasted space was beyond to recover.
Tried to erase to make my canvas
exhibiting masterpiece but failed.
Ultimate my canvas produced
a collage of juxtaposition.
Categories:
exhibited, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Glamorous giraffe was more fashionable than most
I was fortunate enough to be her derby host
I took her around and showed her off to others
She was embraced by children, fathers and grandmothers
Others tried to develop the kind of look she exhibited
Truly a fashion statement, but totally prissily inhibited.
Glamorous giraffe never let her guard down, not one time.
I enjoyed showing her off, this lovely guest of mine.
Categories:
exhibited, animal,
Form: Rhyme
It is finally time to talk about the wee dance
A dance exhibited throughout the ages
By all walks of life
At all times and in all places
Now children love the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
Left going to the toilet last minute
The child often voicing “ the wee is coming out”
Hearty laughter can bring on the wee dance
Legs crossed tightly, body jiggling about
“Stop….Im going to wet myself” often said during laughter
Following through for some no doubt
The wee dance does not discriminate
It can happen to you or me
The only requirement needed
Is a bladder full of wee ….
Categories:
exhibited, fun, humor,
Form: Rhyme
THE LOST DOLL
Six years old Tina lost her doll
on holiday trip to Aunt’s residence.
Reaching she rejoiced on Aunt’s call:
Lots of dolls exhibited in the hall !
What’s a coincidence!
Childhood memories are preserved till:
Aunt gave Tina all the dolls.
She felt excited cheerful and thrilled.
getting peerless gift after all.
Books arranged in shelf tempted Dad.
He chose Maths book for Tina to study
but world of Tina turned sad.
To play with dolls, she was just greedy.
Back to home, as holiday was over.
To take at least one doll Tina was eager.
Dad didn't permit ! He took Maths book rather.
Tina couldn’t raise voice challenging Dad’s anger.
Categories:
exhibited, child,
Form: Rhyme
No matter the country we were born in
We're all inhabitants of earth
Maybe ashamed to admit it sometimes
Our much treasured place of birth
Since time began we've battled each other
For what I haven't a clue
Just look around at the beauty you see
An astounding vista we view
Is there something this old guy is missing
Am I alone in my love of living
Am I a lonely voice in the wilderness
This land is so forgiving
We abuse it and misuse it every damn day
This God given paradise we share
Disgusting behaviour is being exhibited
Destroying our planet without care
Certainly not fair for us peace loving souls
Our cries for love go unheeded
But surely we shouldn't give up the fight
Some common decency is needed
Maybe before my day is finally done
Paradise will finally be at hand
When all good people of our dear planet earth
Will as one each treasure this land
Categories:
exhibited, faith,
Form: Rhyme
The artist, Spring, has painted many hours
On easel earth, creating lovely flowers
Strawberry blossoms giggle, ‘look at me’
As each is a masterpiece nominee
Look at me? But there’s not enough time
To admire each showpiece so sublime
The strawberry plant, slightly a still life
Yet full of life, that seamlessly grows rife
We rejoice in those wee little blossoms
Will they be surpassed with fruit so awesome?
In the hoped-for painting upcoming
Yet pre-judgement is unbecoming
There’s no denying what Spring has created
And ‘Look at me’, never gets dated
We’re very grateful that we visited
This masterpiece Spring has exhibited
May 13, 2023
Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Categories:
exhibited, art, flower, spring,
Form: Couplet
Love's Selection
The word love is carelessly spewed,
Overused, misused, and abused.
Its connotation is attributed
To a sex object exhibited
And treated uninhibitedly.
Beauty defined gives the impression,
That it’s the outward appearance
Intended to shape one’s perception,
For choosing in matrimony,
Regardless of consequences.
Different sexes with expressions
And their need for gratification
Lean toward infatuation,
Because emotional eyes can deceive
And influence one’s selection:
When physical lusts of attraction,
Impede the mind’s comprehension,
Resulting in flawed situations;
Rather than seeking combinations,
That make living enjoyable.
Categories:
exhibited, love, marriage, together,
Form: Verse
No matter the country you were born in
We're all inhabitants of earth
Maybe ashamed to admit it sometimes
Our much treasured place of birth
Since time began, we've battled each other
For what... I haven't a clue
Just look around at the beauty you see
An astounding vista we view
Is there something this old guy is missing
Am I alone in my love of living
Am I a lonely voice in the wilderness
This land is so forgiving
We abuse it and misuse it every damn day
This God given paradise we share
Disgusting behaviour is being exhibited
Destroying our planet without care
Certainly not fair for us peace loving souls
Our cries for love go unheeded
But surely we shouldn't give up the fight
Some common decency is needed
Maybe before my day is finally done
Paradise will finally be at hand
When all good people of our dear planet earth
Will as one, each treasure this land
Categories:
exhibited, future,
Form: Rhyme
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