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Categories:
improprieties, perspective, word play, work,
Form: Acrostic
"Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion" - Jim Rohn
You believe
you're much taller than
everyone else
when you're standing next to me
on your tippy toes.
It's no secret you weave
a glittering tapestry of lies
every so often,
yet you anoint yourself
as the arbiter of truth.
You still believe
that your reputation
is unimpeachable, despite
your litany of improprieties;
come back to reality!
Categories:
improprieties, poetry, satire,
Form: Free verse
Reluctantly I acquiesce
This is much to my dismay
Daunting, appears the task
Overwhelming thoughts consume my days
Disillusioned by the emotional discourse
Troubled by the arrogant improprieties
Living in a world of ignorance
Full of contemptuous indignities
Disheartened - I confess moving forward
Perturbed by societies disinterest of clarity
I still have hope for my family’s future
Hence, the acquiesce irony
Categories:
improprieties, america, anxiety, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
A Right Heart,
By:Tom Wright
2000
A right heart
will not be found,
laboring on seeming indiscretions of others;
But rather,
on those improprieties
found lurking closer at hand.
Categories:
improprieties, heart,
Form: Free verse
Discretionary Indiscretions
Written: by Tom Wright
11/25/00
Pray tell
how can this be;
That one
might opt to blunder,
Electing folly and improprieties,
Ultimately
casting soul asunder.
No matter
is the heart's intent,
The inevitable results,
are one and same.
If time in unrepented sin is spent,
twill be found rowed
neatly neath each name.
Categories:
improprieties, judgement, sin,
Form: Rhyme
Beyond the rugged linoleum sheen
of stamped moribund improprieties
where life is nothing but a deep-sixed scene
lost in the postmarked cliffs of postcard seas;
Beyond the frozen wake of guilty flight
taken by seagulls, judged by magistrates,
whose dispassionate paths, once brought to light,
shimmered as dull incomplete figure-eights;
Far from horizons of tidal-wave's shore,
seen beneath midnight’s refusal to glow,
alone, for one, I pace forevermore,
as my insanity plays quite a show:
Visions return me where all’s well and fine -
Beyond the breakers, where, for me, the stars still shine.
2/10/2017
Categories:
improprieties, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another race.
Those stippled hands, the measure of her grace,
her shriveled arms, now wasting in despair,
her saddened eyes so sorrowful and spare,
a broken soul who cannot keep apace.
Wilting now, her slender body gone,
wishing there were something left to say,
countenance once sparkling, now wan,
as she prepares to make that final trip
to glory, to the everlasting day
when words no longer whisper from her lips.
Those who stand in grief can only wait
and ponder just what might have been,
but death is drawing nigh, it's much too late,
her appearance now so sallow and so lean.
Thoughts turn to their own brief mortalities,
as they reflect on how they will atone,
and justify their improprieties.
We cannot cheat the Reaper,
and live a life of immortality,
His grip is irresistible, and none
can bypass destiny, its fickle charms,
so may she sleep in peace, in purity,
and rest forever in His loving arms.
Categories:
improprieties, death,
Form: Verse
As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another race.
Those stippled hands, the measure of her grace,
her shriveled arms, now wasting in despair,
her saddened eyes so sorrowful and spare,
a broken soul who cannot keep apace.
Wilting now, her slender body gone,
wishing there were something left to say,
countenance once sparkling, now wan,
as she prepares to make that final trip
to glory, to the everlasting day
when words no longer whisper from her lips.
Those who stand in grief can only wait
and ponder just what might have been,
but death is drawing nigh, it's much too late,
her appearance now so sallow and so lean.
Thoughts turn to their own brief mortalities,
as they reflect on how they will atone,
and justify their improprieties.
We cannot cheat the Reaper,
and live a life of immortality,
His grip is irresistible, and none
can bypass destiny, its fickle charms,
so may she sleep in peace, in purity,
and rest forever in His loving arms.
Categories:
improprieties, death,
Form: Verse
As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another race.
Those stippled hands, the measure of her grace,
her shriveled arms, now wasting in despair,
her saddened eyes so sorrowful and spare,
a broken soul who cannot keep apace.
Wilting now, her slender body gone,
wishing there were something left to say,
countenance once sparkling, now wan,
as she prepares to make that final trip
to glory, to the everlasting day
when pain no longer whispers from her lips.
Those who stand in grief can only wait
and ponder just what might have been,
but death is drawing nigh, it's much too late,
her appearance now so sallow and so lean.
Thoughts turn to their own brief mortalities,
as they reflect on how they will atone,
and justify their improprieties.
We cannot cheat the Reaper, foil his plan,
and live a life of immortality,
His grip is irresistible, and none
can bypass destiny, its fickle charms,
so may she sleep in peace, in purity,
and rest forever in His loving arms.
Categories:
improprieties, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
A lot of people I use to know are gone now; and Roe;
Her brother went three days later; and it rocked me hard;
He was only three years older than I am.
So I suppose it follows that I wish I still knew you.
Too many improprieties and apparently I’ve gotten stupid;
Trying to make things happen; as if maybe I had an inside track.
I tried not to let it go like that; but that’s where it went.
I thought I knew what I was doing; but I guess not.
I use to dance hard, run fast and now;
There’s no one left that I use to know
I couldn’t quit; too hip; and armed with Teflon;
Life left me wanting; in a place with so little in which to sustain
Categories:
improprieties, introspectionme,
Form: Free verse
A right heart
Will not be found,
laboring on seeming indiscretions of others;
But rather,
on the improprieties
Found lurking closer at hand.
Categories:
improprieties, inspirational
Form: Free verse
...inspired by 'Inside And Outside' by Allen Tate
As moonbeams settle softly on her face,
lay bare the gaunt and haggard visage there,
a woman whose whole life was spent in care
for those who ran and won another race.
Those stippled hands, the measure of her grace,
her shriveled arms, now wasting in despair,
her saddened eyes so sorrowful and spare,
a broken soul who could not keep apace.
Wilting now, her lissom body gone,
wishing there were something left to say,
countenance once sparkling, now wan,
as she prepares to make that final trip
to glory, to the everlasting day
when pain no longer whispers from her lips.
Those who stand in grief can only wait
and ponder just what might have been,
but death is drawing nigh, it's much too late,
her appearance now so sallow and so lean.
Thoughts turn to their own brief mortalities,
as they reflect on how they will atone,
and justify their improprieties.
We cannot cheat the Reaper, foil his plan,
and live a life of immortality,
His grip is irresistible, and none
can bypass destiny, its fickle charms,
so may she sleep in peace, in purity,
and rest forever in His loving arms.
Categories:
improprieties, sadlife,
Form: Verse
At first he is struck by her beauty and grace;
But then he is puzzled by the look on her face.
The look that she has says just go away;
Don't bother me now it's not a good day.
As the look that he sees slowly slips by;
He thinks he can see her in his minds eye.
She seems held down by rules that boggle her brain;
Trapped in a web known as anger and pain.
A beautiful creature locked in a cage;
She stands alone up on a stage.
She touches his heart he wants to reach out;
But too many improprieties hang all about.
For him to befriend her is a hopeless desire;
So he stands to watch as she sinks in the mire.
He knows he can see her but he acts like he don't;
He wishes he knew her but he knows that he wont.
He's helpless to help her no way to reach out;
Save one simple offer he wished he could shout.
Who ever you are what ever is true;
There is one who noticed, he's looking at you.
Categories:
improprieties, life, lost love, love,
Form: Couplet