LAST SUPPER
Why should I join your table!
Why should I intoxicate myself with,
Your costly wine you flaunt with false splendor,
But in it you slip a dose of lethal laughing toxins?
One would laugh and laud your generous tenacity!
Yet, with that fake giggle,
In the sunken gleaming eyes of a snake,
You seethe inside!
We were a number but, the undertaker claimed a few!
Am I the only black sheep that feels the froth?
Or is everyone’s heart blackened with drops of seeping venom?
That corrodes the lips and you wipe the evidence?
And now you that you noticed my awareness,
You turn the table for bile to flow from my quarter
A good Samaritan, you’ll offer gallons to quench the raging fire
And offer empathy to cure my irking ire!
You can burn my stiff but you won’t my soul!
I will count the grains of sand in all beaches of the pacific,
But to your corrupt course,
I shall never crawl! Keep your mercy!
Every day you count a loss of a player in this team,
And blame their frivolous folly!
Holy saints you are, but the acridity of bile will burn y’all,
When reckoning of hypocritical is finally done!
First thing in the morning when she gets up
he would get up from bed too
whenever she opened her mouth to yawn
he would also follow suit
He would follow her into every room in the house
like a cheerful newborn puppy
attached to the bosom of his mother
When she walks into the bathroom
he sneaks up behind her
she can't go in there
without a spectator present
or waiting patiently by the door
When she maneuvers into the living room
to switch on the television to Miami Vice
she can't even take a nap
and sip a Switcha in solitude
all because he always plants
his miniature body upon her lap
with his endless snuggling and affection
like lime juice sprinkled on conch salad
Despite his irking habit
she would often brag to her friends
about her appreciation
of her little shadow and little stalker
who always follow her everywhere she goes
I was sleeping
You're the one dreaming
I was turning
You're squirming
I can't sleep right
You're rolling in my sight
I was groping that night
You keep on moving like a knight
You don't stop irking me
You know I can't complain
You keep on teasing me
You know I can't refrain
bugging me and strain
When will you stop?...
Off the bed I drop
You followed me and you drop
Off the bed you flop
Eeeeeeeee...
Aware of one's carnal human nature
I confess my own nastiness feature
as well as the lurking rudeness gesture
amidst obviously arrogant posture
irking others in their wholesome venture.
Those traits likewise irritate me indeed
I admit thus with the hurts they can breed
since actual focus is selfishness-creed
in the guise of "rights' exercise I need"
not minding well-being's call for care-heed.
For such, I apologize earnestly
The Lord’s pardon my soul begs fervently
needing His love to move me sincerely
while wishing that kindness I show truly
with faith in Christ and peace to share surely.
My heart prays for the reigning of kindness*
against attacking grievous bitterness
brought by bullies along their haughtiness
or fellows in their miserableness ---
so that hope will shine in glowing brightness.
*Psalm 31:21 Blessed be the LORD: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness…
December 28, 2021
2nd place, "King-Size Bull Crap" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 1/18/2022.
Each one faces the pesky situation
Some due to the vexing condition
Some due to the infuriaton
Even it may be of the cause of provoking.
It can be pestilent of because of irking
Annoying condition can even make it rasp of
One can easily be frustrated due to antagonizing
It will cussed of the state delight.
It is not an un-confounded one
Pleasing only can't re-rasp the condition
But by the means of confidence and relience
The cause for the frustation be eradiated
And the delightful nots can easily be done .
Then the "State of Exasperation" can just be surpassed.
A need-fed man with a blood-red glow,
Confusion writ high on a tension-knit brow,
Due to peer-pressure or sheer pleasure, somehow brought low,
To quench his thirsty stench, he'll beg, steal or borrow,
Laden with cares, he stares, as if there's no tomorrow,
In this foolish stance and dance, his debts only grow,
In squabbling and babbling, his words overflow,
In his illusions and delusions, nothing does he know,
Not knowing where to go, he reels to and fro,
Irking everyone by shirking his duty, saying no,
He's spurned and turned into his own foe,
Though he tries to learn and may yearn that it be not so,
Staggering in streets, he's triggering his death slow:
This is the gory story of the drunken man show.
Targeted prey is pursued profoundly
Course of chase, chivalrous courtship
Pressure to conform brashly mounting
Coupling portrayed as claiming territory
Ownership is onerous are words I once wrote
Telling of my possession limit mindset
Current seduction consumes what I've known
Muliebrity awoke signals love timeless
Pheremone flow credits his ferocity
Two spirits wreathed in fervent irking imbroglio
Merciless mission, man bloodthirsty
Firmament helpmeet blossoms binding embryo
3rd December
- Servitude -
eerie eyes etched'n
cloned callous crest
felon face featured
fostering porous punctures
dark dribbles drooled
hoisting haggard pukes
voluptuous vision danced
taunting tempestuous trance
bewitched aura bagged
irking instinct itched
hoisting sassy skills
coursing mouth clipped
bounty battle birthed
saline liquid slipped.
'20:04:22:18:35
Note: Of pluming picture.
We're hungry
But we lacking
We can't even dare ask
Cos for us all, eating food is really an heinous task
Their moving out in their cars
While we, in here we are, hiding in our infectious scars
I wanna go out of here to there
But what about these ones I've got as friends
It's really irking
But can I be in such a hurry?
If I have the brain to leave!
How will my younger ones live?
If I have the power to go and beg!
What about those in here, living without legs?
But then, we're hungry
And we've got no one sending us daily meals
Seems I just have to make a run for it
And beg a few things for human being to eat
We all don't have a choice but to live our time this way
For we are children of those who didn't make good use of their young days.
©Emmiasky Ojex
#makingnoisemajestically
Pray hearken, Fire, to my life’s fervent urge:
Kindle thine all-consuming power, red hue,
Burn up her mortal dross sans residue,
That she into base elements can merge;
Scorch all her pains that she suffers no more,
All stumbling stones irking like an old wart,
All sufferings failing to heal her heart,
Which may live on and just as was before
That she retains, and ever tender green,
The vestiges of her earnest desire
To love me, her heaving heart’s fragrant fire
For me; and let the rest all burn off clean.
This done let her wake, a fresh life to start,
New flesh and form, and a young feeling heart.
________________________________________
Sonnets | 05.12.08 |
Poet's note: Here is a man in ardent love with his wife who has just died. She has to be cremated so that a new life is created. He is requesting Fire on a burning pyre to scorch off all of her mortal body, all her pains, except her loving heart.
I just wanna travel, walk my feet against the rocky gravel,
The scenery could be, leaves or cattle, club dance battles,
By bus or paddle, writing in my journal like it was scrabble,
Living without the rules, no one to tattle,
If you listen quietly you can hear the world breathing,
the tide of the ocean, birds chirping but your nerves never irking,
Every day off, the true definition of no working, this i'm deserving,
A moment of silence, and deep breath in hopes I find it,
Number one on my list, Machu Picchu,
The picture perfect bench, the sunrise, intense,
Next on the way,
Halong bay in Thailand, you'd forever want to stay,
Crystal blue water, there'd be no persuasion,
Can I just travel for vacation,
I can't remain complacent,
Iv'e now became bodacious,
To see these new faces,
Can't forget places,
And new fresh air,
We're getting there,
I can almost taste it!
Blow away the morning dew
And clear off the heaviness of summer wetness
Times gone are gaunt, your heart is weary
Unbeat the drums of your sordid story
Emancipate your innocent soul
From this spectral link with old life
You are not forgotten
Just another moment of longsuffering
The past is done, you’ve been betrayed
Your presence is no longer
A melancholy of irking tales
That hollow heads with desolateness
Your name belongs to the clouds
High above the highs and lows
You are not forgotten
Just another case of ill fate
Abort your Inertia for life
Conceive your long time passion
Look at the sky above you
The stars are falling down
To locate your place in the sun
Let the flash lights carry you on
Focus your eyes on
The neat cluster of glory bright
You are not forgotten
Just another case of prolonged destiny
Spice of life
Spunky
Monkey
Cultured dance
Hokey
Pokey
Treetop climb
Showoff
Blow off
Pride precedes
Humble
Tumble
Waiting bush
Got him,
Caught him!
Watching girls
Smirking
Irking
Normal day
Madly
Badly
Monkeys see
You do
Do too
Game is born:
Spunky monkey hokey pokey showoff blow off humble tumble got him caught him bushy pushy!
{aka: Monkeying Around. Written June 6th, 2015}
S o dispassionate I have BECOME
E ager voices of people made me NUMB
R ambling tales of them just gave BOREDOM
I to restore my faith, still silently seek FREEDOM
O ffshore built my own little place to avoid any BOTHERSOME
U nafraid, un-argued, unasked, un-broken, ah my own solemn KINGDOM
S lowly turning in to an old soul though LONESOME
L ooking in the mirror, irking on lost SARCASM
O ver-busied, I made my mind, being DEFEATISM,
O f peace I only yearn and restore gone OPTIMISM
K nowingly of serious look wore, but still don’t know, why feelings are FEARSOME
I am a voice,generations later
Who will shed the image sown
You will not paint my picture
I will not be taken down
I won't play your fiction stories
I am not what you percieve
Do not give the world a handbook
Do not tell them what to see
Staring me down,seeking errors
Not your barbie,not your show
I'm woman in every sense of the word
Human being and you will know
You force our men to fear us
And leave us without love
And encourage women to hate us
Making them feel they are not enough
You tell us lies,and some believe
And so they walk in irking shame
You're insecure and childish
And so you have created a game
I'm strong and bold and fierce
I scare you,I don't fold like paper
So step aside and watch me be
Say I'm least,I'll prove I'm greater
Don't use a face to judge a heart
We're made the same of flesh and blood
The most obsurd of streotypes
A thing that tears this world apart
I do not wish to cause offense
This is not a war,it is a plea
I tire and sore of self defense
I just want a shot at being me
5 April 2013
Wendia Rowe
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