To the beat - rhythm and blues
Beauteous - the cleft notes with a fling
Birds are silently chirping in sync
Relentless - Prominent thou that they sing
It's a rendez-vous - awe in glamor of awe
Then thou the beauty of the bewilderment
The calling - silent whispering in key
Singing proud the voice screams a soprano
And the pride of the inner solemn soul flatters me
I see - still having some rhythm
And at times Beauteous be blues
Dawn - The breaking point at most
The significance of morning blunts the dews
And the glamor of the rendez- vous
In my precious mind - in my head
I glance and the calm of the soloist
Reckon whispers sweet nothings in me instead
Sing - Sing proud and that of out loud
The voice is heard within my aura indeed
My soul perplexed by the beauty of the chirp
Internally awakes me planting seed.
America V
Yes, as Youth will,
We've followed our share of philosophers and fools,
Somehow coming out intact on the other side every time.
But this time!
Oh ye gods, what have we wrought!
We've proven our mania for Equality
Extends to letting anyone who makes the right promises lead us,
Even straight into Hell.
Why else would we elect a Man-Boy criminal,
A fool who can be led by the nose
By anyone who flatters him,
By anyone with money and no conscience
By anyone who values Might over Right
To be our leader? Twice!
I developed skills with the sky
The significance of beauty amazes me
Mesmerized by the suns rays beaming
The glow is on my face and I'm scheming
Tranquilized by the beauteous be
Of too the clouds above me in sight
They wander in the wind - I see shapes
Like inkblots, too I know the muse
In the heavenly skies I adore too the Greek
The music - the cleft hidden I peek
In the night air I see the beauty too of stars
Jupiter sometimes aligns too with Mars
I gaze a falling star is in my palm
I wish - I toss it like a bouquet
Then times pass by and dawn breaks again
Over and over again the brilliant rays
The melody tuned in my mind
Apollo God of poetry ,music and Art
I paint the pictures my mind sees
The skills? I cope it sometimes flatters me
It's a factor of hope , I meditated again
I love the skies ever dark of blue
Reflections at times in my head and when
I write - I'm tuned to rhythm too
So I've got the beat in my soul so true.
If I crash-out of this med-school thing, I hope it’s a gentle spiral.
Upon a trembling wire I make my stand,
a Flying Wallenda, knowing no other life.
A deep and quiet moonlight, well flatters the mind's labour.
So scholars' efforts are commonly crowned in sleepless industry.
Coincidentally, those same treacherous moonbeams
dubble-dip as lover's ambiance.
Those that study flesh, may find their own poorly mastered,
as it conspires - in want - and distracts with fancies ill-timed
- as if desires were somehow exam-unaware.
Ambition ties me, with strings, to ever-urgent examinations,
while desire, that merry thief, giddily unlaces me.
Between love and ambition, I dance a careful step,
half-architect and half-willing fool.
Should I fall - as other highwire walkers have,
let it be said that I fell with blushing grace
- not by neglect, or overzealous reach,
but by the tragedy of earnest and impatient love.
Exams start in 2 hours. It’s hell week. Wish me luck!
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A song for this:
Tiger, my friend by psapp
I did not choose you easily
not when Mars burns with human hunger
not when Jupiter carries storms like crowns
but you
You asked for patience
from afar, you are elegance
a quiet sovereign with rings of light
a halo mistaken for beauty
But I have learned
That distance flatters
Those rings are not whole
They are fragments
ice and ruin
the aftermath of something broken
held in place by gravity that refuses to let go
And I understand you
How many times have I circled
What I could not release
calling it memory
calling it love
when it was only debris
refusing to fall away
You move slowly
deliberate
as if time itself must bow to your distance
while I
I rush, I burn, I break
still
I look at you
and feel the discipline of your silence
You do not chase light
You wear it carefully
in pieces
Perhaps that is your lesson
not brilliance
but endurance
to carry what remains
without pretending it is whole
And so I choose you, Saturn
not for your beauty
But for your truth
that even in broken orbit
One can still shine
I’ve got some tea for y’all,
but I’m not sure you can handle it.
This isn’t the kind you just listen to —
you’ve got to understand the weight of it,
the seriousness,
the intensity of what I’m about to say.
You once told me
that as long as I’m happy, you’d stand by me.
But right now, it’s deeper than happiness.
Being around her doesn’t just make me smile —
it brings me peace.
The kind of peace
like water resting quietly in a pot.
She once told me she feels safe around me.
And that alone said a lot.
She’s a Proverbs 31 woman, no doubt.
Not because she flatters me.
Not because she opened the door of her life to me.
But because she truly carries herself
like an ideal woman.
In my mind, that’s where she lives now.
And I hope one day
she finds it worthy enough
to sign the contract for permanent residence.
Make me a proud man among my kinsmen.
Lift my name high in the circle of my boys.
Place a crown upon my head…
And allow me —
allow me the honor
of making her my queen
Rad mad hatter batter approach
Kiwi coach who Key did poach
It seems he is beyond reproach
When it really matters in tatters
Castle clatters Ashes hope shatters
Our guys bowling pies on platters
Memes scatter legacies splatters
Egos not heroes BazBull flatters
The urn won’t return with the Mac
Yearn but burn totally out off whack
Concern can’t learn not got the knack
Brendon a torn forlorn tendon on the rack
But will still earn a packet deserves a smack
Bitten not smitten his racket of cricket crack
Wouldn't change tack and deserves the sack
The hack pack giving him a stack of flak
Finally a step back from just all out attack
Too little too late the recurring soundtrack
Whittled & skittled fate well we were cack
Drunk monkeys just sunk spunky flunkies
Lack guts gumption gusto were so slack
The lies spool pulls over our eyes the wool
Must backtrack no crackerjack comeback
Debunk the funk & gist of narcissist gunk junkies
Cool over old school fool rule of Baz (load of ) Bull
Time these harlots & charlatans brought Test best back
Neon’s radioactive glow in a window,
offers the cheap promise of pleasure.
Like a hypnotic, fluorescent serpent,
It flashes, blinks and winks - “Welcome”
It fairly slithers on rain-slicked boulevards,
it warms like moonlight on cold unfriendly nights,
It signals cool, ready fun in the summertime.
We dress our vices in silky, pastel colors,
gamblers choices of Disney flavored whiskies.
It’s the soft, velvet glove that hides brass knuckles,
oh, you’ll feel those bruises in the morning.
The world’s a dark alleyway with an electric blush,
whose color flatters the lonely, desperate,
and makes sin look like something you could fall for.
Neon is perfume for the optical senses.
In that light, everything seems possible.
Isn’t that girl smiling at you? You see,
beauty is easier to trust than the truth.
Neon imperviously reflects off regrets,
and glitters brightest on broken dreams.
Of course daylight is harsh, but honest.
Didn’t we come in here to escape it?
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Songs for this:
The Ballad of Mac the Knife by Sting & Dominic Muldowney
Any Old Thing by Swing Republic
• She flatters me with her words
• I start to fawn
• That usually lasts until dawn
If lesser chimps bow, trail alpha male’s tail,
If a filly fawns on a horny stag,
Show her willing hind to dominant male,
If paupers please a podgy moneybag,
Man, an attired ape, bows to brawn and brain,
Pour pains on him to please power-wielding pelf,
A creepy spoon knows none of due restrain,
And flatters fat pockets for puny self.
A man no whit better than a proud toad
May pretend t’be an alpha lion king,
Yet if knows not enough that it's too odd,
He’s a cat that cringes in circus ring.
To bow to hefty weight as human is
As humouring lofty heights as to please.
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Sonnet |02.06.2009| humour
Green geisha grins
Charming the gentlemen
Eyes like chocolate pools
Drown in their sweetness
Their sweetness uniqueness
Able to sweep away grief
Smiling and styling
Dance romanced by
Graceful hands following
The glance of envy
Avoiding sin of selfish men
Entertaining in elegance
Geisha wrist gives a twist
Pouring hot tea delicately
With a sip from lotus lip
Chatter flatters intelligently
You will always wish
For a confetti kiss
Celebrated but not cheap
Not free.
Tis springtime's warm and gentle grace
As love and romance fill the air
Spring flowers bloom and hearts embrace!
And all-around love's sweetness flares (a sudden outburst )
The trees regain their verdant tones
Birds sing sweetly so carefree
Their melodies until now unknown
Of love, joy and so esprit
As breezes blow jonquils fragrance
Whispering secrets sweet to hear
Lovers' kiss reveals those blushes' radiance
And passion's flames appear
Sunshine is bright and clouds scattered
All around love's lighter atmosphere
As springtime's angular light flatters
The world is full of soft yesteryear
A friend that fishes for his selfish good,
He who flatters and placates but to please,
His sweet words venom under a veiled hood,
He, whose hiss disguises as pleasant breeze.
One not found when his friend’s lost in a wood,
Who deserts ship in need of renewed lease.
There too are friends like a pair of spare hands—
Friends that back up in times of utter strain,
In tricky turns of fate stick together,
And stretch a helping hand, pleasure or pain,
Whose counsel’s harsh but works like smooth feather,
Whose words pain, pierce like knife, prove sane.
Friends come in all shades of a rainbow band,
Yet, he that sticks closer than blood is friend.
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Sonnets | 05.03.2004| friend
Poet’s note: An atypical sonnet with two sestets posing a premise and a counterpoint, ending with a couplet.
He who disregards truth and justice
Will sooner or later go the whole hog;
His bestial appetites and habits,
His love of cruelty and power eventually will take over
Perhaps without him ever realizing the danger.
He is not only beyond the control of others
But beyond his own control.
He does no good ( like rainless clouds or fruitless trees,
Heaping abuse on anything he doesn't understand;
Spoiling the fellowship meals with his irreverent behavior.
He lives at the mercy of his brutish instincts,
Looking after Himself instead of caring for his brother.
Like storm, he leaves behind him shame and disgrace;
like the dirty foam left along the beach by the wild waves.
He's like stars that have wandered into outer space and give no light,
He grumbles about everything and have a huge chip on his shoulder.
He is one in reign,
A loud-mouthed show-off
Who flatters others for his own advantage
And give free reign to his evil desires.
melodies to sing too
an eagerness in song
a harmony in suggestion
you can all sing along
somebody told me
something I wanted to say
I couldn't remember
my thoughts seemed
to stray
what ah whisper
a sweet sweet sound
makes me want to sway
turned a smile from a frown
from the night
to the day
lady you
take my breath away
everyday and every night
makes me feel so good inside
tell ya
one thing is true
I'd be nothing without you
take my time
just to say
glad I married you that day
( they turned rats into horses
and turned the pumpkin into a carriage)
the burlap bags were turned into tuxedos one for the
coachmen and one for Centos. She was rich
and he was poor but the fairy Godfather
made why with such frivolous things.
They ate devinly. The Trolls under the bridge
were turned into a beautiful couple
who's role were to feed Centos the dat and the horses.)
"Oh the night has me going
city lights painted woman
in the day nothing matters
it's the night time that flatters
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