jeopardized jellyfish jangled jagged jewels.
Jingling jolly jovial jim-dandy jellybeans.
Jellyfish jocundity joyously jostling jubilantly.
It's an ice hockey term that means, "Let's Fight!"
A Canadian rally cry by right
Against annexation
to stay their own nation
It's against Trump's greed for control they smite
His arrogant audacity's surreal
For wanting another country to steal
To be king on a throne
He's destroying his own
Before him he expects the world to kneel
The term, 'Elbows Up' we should take to heart
Freedom is a right for which many fought
I fear it's being lost
When Democracy's tossed
Jeopardized by Trump, the depraved upstart
Democrats like Damocles Sword's imminent jeopardized positions of power hail her rise,
Decades of teamsters support, NO, Harris-Demos few endorsed her in the public's eyes,
Democrats today are like the Dixiecrats of Dewey's days are playing old-school, sex-race cards,
Repubs set in their ways, and Demos are bendable like what's his face got her on second base, charades.
He needed to win, expendable, same cards played, sex-(win over for the women voters) it is a given for the race.
D for Demos who are Distancing from Drunkards--her hidden card takes centerstage--loses face.
First line expounded of my original Pie-in-the-sky, and
the rest was a shot in the dark, played with dance cards.
*She can seek help if she don't slur her words on camera that she is,
being tailed., f0x learned from Di' lawsuit--pass the buck.
Repubs are no angels in this with Trumy-Dumpy on a ticket and not a wall, the third possible gallops in time with withdrawals TBA.
I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence.
Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictures of societal mores are rent asunder, and the very fabric of reality is torn apart.
Echolalic luminaries periodically tilt, their sumptuary influence shrinking villages into steel vexations.
Precedence of principles and codes, a paradigm of insecurity, influences vermillion equations.
Jeopardized crescents and tacit furor satisfy the economist’s balloons, coached through versions of fossilized tutelage.
Cathedrals of vice and transgressions wraith through legends, inferring civilian nudists infected by hurakens.
Cultures torque and embark, communicating through the columns of Groningen.
Chiaroscurist initiations of mnemonic memories effloresce in alabaster vigils, aberrant cadastral mortmain consuming convergent dispossessed flâneries.
Two faces; two juxtaposed deportments; two qualities;
On one hand, past pains; on the other, future jollities
Janus, the Roman god of progress and dualities
Dwells with keys of the door, gate, and threshold formalities
I have it. Each one has. One is true. The other is false.
Safe like love and hope; heard-earned treasure-like brings many walts
Springing like hemlocks from mental mud insecurities
Brings manipulative and deceptive impurities.
Trust erodes; communion corrodes; inner turmoil is born.
With anger, fear, and sadness, equilibrium is torn.
Vocation is jeopardized; calm communion is curtailed;
Energy and synergy quirks and smirks are veiled and failed.
Confidence, compassion, and creativity are must.
Together with honesty, loyalty, love, hope, and trust
Learning from the past and flourishing into the future
And living and letting live be our monistic nature
Shuffling my life around like a gambling cards
Even when I know I may win or lose
But what do I have to lose?
I bet nothing
I’ve been evolving around my kindred circles where I place my priority into my shield
Hoping not to be Hopeless but I gain more less
For I satisfied their thirst even when they left no grumps for me to smash on
They all pretended I have the best closet to my face and laughed behind me sheepishly cause they garnered my rags for their fashions
For I learnt in a hard way when the humiliation brought upon me didn’t pass through my unlock window but my locked beloved heart
I wept joyfully to lose the key to my Paradise
I burnt the bridges like Jacob and become Jeopardized
I purchased a dream in greaves of Graves
I lost my humility to become horror of my situation
I sacred my ego for my alter
I protagonise my redemption for my Antagonism
Then I named the VILLAIN
Is anyone surprised when they hear
that lots of folks avidly gather riches,
focusing on materialistic possessions?
Would the indigent ones ever cheer?
Wealth is the source of power in futile hands;
they can destroy a nation or make it great,
they can spread livelihood, famine, or distrust:
what makes people happy and loyal to their king?
If a hand shoots a gun, is it grievance or foolishness?
If evil eyes see no goodness: is rage a justified thing?
Whoever instills trust is loved by large crowds,
whoever fails to make changes is too despised;
rebellion is the absence of justice in human sacredness:
take freedom away and stability is surely jeopardized!
An integrity vow is a solemn promise,
it can remain indefinitely intact and rise above commitment;
it's the stronghold of an ambitious soul honoring compromise:
always seeking what's good and right!
It was a sudden grim tragedy,
That jeopardized lives and safety,
With neither a tremor nor vibration,
An edifice came crumbling from the foundation.
Like Titanic ship it came sinking suddenly,
Like pack of cards it came crashing all at once,
People died and got buried alive unexpectedly,
Under the dust and debris all at once.
This is more than a pandemic!
It grieves my heart and left me saddened
That forces unknown wield such polemic
Against mortals and are divinely unrestrained
Could it be there was no safety inspection,
To detect the frailty of the structure,
To check for a crack in the foundation...?
Oh, may it never happen again in the future.
Dear Lord, to the deceased grant pardon
That their souls may find eternal rest
And to those they left grace to bear
In hope that they are saved from eternal grief
Preposterous that she should spank her little boy
For being sleepy at eight o’clock in a fine restaurant
[Preposterous that I didn’t tell her what I thought
About her inappropriate, unstylish, huge bouffant!]
I would have gotten the whole incident off my chest
Stepping outside my comfort zone, saying my piece,
But I would’ve jeopardized our whole family dynamic
By coming down on my insipid, lousy-parenting niece.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written September 24, 2021
for "'P' Contest, Old or New" poetry contest
sponsored by Constance La France
arguably anything
anything at all
is better than
not anything
anything a’tall
nothing, nada
never satisfies
nothing is less than
not nothing
nothing jeopardized
1/4/2021
I adored the colour of your skin,
And your saccharine sweet lips,
They were blossom soft,
It's so hard to recognize you now.
You cry and feel excruciating pains,
Trembling like an aspen-leaf,
Unutterable things pressing on your soul
like a pent-up storm craving for outlet,
Weak and frail like the vapor of a vale.
You are from the Giant of Africa,
Your parents were fugitives and well fed slaves,
Today, they are free but extremely hungry,
Leaving your heart to be as dry as a reed.
Your blood is red like wine,
Your charms lay like metals in a mine,
Your eyes are like fantastic moons that shiver in some stagnant lake,
But it hurts to know that your beauty is transitory,
Because your future is jeopardized today.
A friend to a friend, she has made my bed unkempt
up for grabs, the lady lays, halleluyah to alcohol for this prey
she faces the heavens, a highly appealing sexual offering
every of her, is in display and begs to be measured
the spread of both pairs of limbs makes it strictly an invitation
and bare thighs stimulating his skin to produce its own vaseline
walking into this presentable scene, his strength goes bald
this ticket for a night banquet is stained with blood
massive salivation, part of the incredible celebration
and the boy behind the zip stretches to have a good look
his weak link with her can be jeopardized
two minutes of corruption, the brain becomes an organ of dirt
the heart is bigger, to see this calamity
not a time to be stupid, he covers her with the nearest blanket.
Published: 05/17/2020
Book a room at a certain price,
After some comparing.
Checking rates just once or twice
Is fine if you’re not caring…
About exactly what you spend,
For sometimes rates start dropping
And surely you cannot depend
On clerks to do that swapping.
So diligence might really pay;
Although you’ve made a booking,
Before you throw some dough away,
You ought to keep on looking.
You might be pleasantly surprised
To find a deal that’s waiting
That you might just have jeopardized
By not investigating.
clouds
drizzling
eyes look up
filled with tear drops
gloom
heart
in pain
jeopardized
knocked off by storm
love
PLACED SECOND IN THE CONTEST
21st April, 2019
Light up the page 4 contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
I lay upon the rocks and trembled, cold
while all around the darkened waters burned
and just beneath the surface there, untold
vast numbers of Inferi writhed and churned
it took some moments for my head to clear
and come to senses that the lad was gone
thus fighting through the foggy veil of fear
on hands and knees I hunted for my wand
a spell I had not cause to use for years
propelled the fire as streaks into the lake
and as the dead retreated in their fears
the boy arose uninjured from their wake
and tho' we jeopardized our lives to come
the phony Horcrux left us bleak ... and numb.
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