Inexplicably silent in choir
being unusually quiet
not a word from me was heard
neither spoken nor sung
so as not to cause a riot
when jibes bad vibes at me were slung
and I was asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'
I replied, 'Here's the thing,
really and truly, I cannot sing,
it's been this way for all my years,
whatever it is I appear to hear,
and between my ears to me audibly sits,
tho' quite right there, when on the tongue's tip,
it's not the same music my mouth emits.'
Categories:
jibes, how i feel, humor,
Form: Rhyme
If mind is in control, we remain constrained,
anchored in fires of dark desires and deep fears,
so how then may we be from ego unchained,
free from taunts and jibes of our thought demon’s jeers?
First things first, for love and light to be ingrained,
we must be still, so that when God’s presence nears,
we resist not influx of bliss magnetism,
igniting from head to toe, mind-body prism.
Categories:
jibes, silence, spiritual,
Form: Ottava rima
Don't let others put you down or affect you with their negative vibes.
I'm better
By Michelle Morris
22/02/2024
Dealing with your vibes
Such a bitter pill
Dealing with your pride
A battle of wills
You think you're right
100% of the time
No matter the situation
No one can ever be right
I'm better, better
Not bitter, bitter
You tried to take my joy
But you got bested (bested)
I'm better, better
Not bitter, bitter
You tried to take my joy
But you got bested (bested)
Dealing with your jibes
Such a hurtful thing
Dealing with your devils
A battle against your evils
You think you're good
You're in denial or a liar
No matter the timing
You always want the power
I'm better, better
Not bitter, bitter
You tried to take my joy
But you got bested (bested)
I'm better, better
Not bitter, bitter
You tried to take my joy
But you got bested (bested)
© Michelle Morris, 2024
Categories:
jibes, abuse, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form: Lyric
Giggling sitting behind her dad ,holding balloons to the
sky through the window and sharing the laughter with mom,
friends singing loudly with crackling voices ,throwing jibes at
each other for being sometimes stupid and crackhead,
enjoying the drive with best fluffy buddy
man has always known and loved as its own,
sitting beautifully in white looking outside the limo
wiping the tears of joy ,sad and little fear
with anticiaption of bright future ahead with her man,
reminiscing the lovely moments with her beloved family
whom she is going to miss immensely with a promise
made in her heart that she will be always there for them,
leaning on the shoulder with wounded heart in pieces,
holding on to the hope,which is all that is left,
that everything will be fine and your are let free,
but will it be ?,when my feelings have taken a backseat?
PS:written on 10/9/23 and finished on 12/9/23
Kindly share your views and opinions.i would love to know your thoughts,
Not entirely but some portion got inspired from a character in a series,though i couldnt finish it.
Categories:
jibes, desire, emotions,
Form: Free verse
uplinking to the world spiritual
shifts focus away from materialism
it is a choice we make and adhere to
becoming over time innate affinity
so the universe takes care of us
skills possessed no longer matter
knowing all attributes are illusionary
yet in as ordained we play out our role
as does a virtuoso actor on stage
indifferent to jibes and praise
we are not the doer
God alone is the mover
Categories:
jibes, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
hot and humid, energy drained
with mosquito menace to boot
why’d we worry, we feel not strained
nonchalant eye cares not a hoot
transfixed in the bliss dance within
jibes and taunts of fate matter not
the void’s our home, we dwell therein
choosing thereby, to be self-taught
one with oneness, we are at peace
following the fragrance of love
breath by breath, turning a new leaf
God’s blessings pour in from above
beholding pulse of life renew ~
heart leaves behind no residue
Categories:
jibes, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
He lived; he told other's that he lived
and all knew that they had died and now lived.
He spoke no language but conversed
in the wild tones of the waves and the wind.
Back then, there was no past nor future,
no gods, except the ever whispering heart of the moment.
Words were not words but sounds,
yet they left pictures
behind the eyes of those that truly listened.
His mother despaired of him,
for he planted no crops nor killed any living meat.
The poet gave no reply to the jabs and jibes of the many,
for he knew that yesterday and tomorrow
had no meaning, that they never would have,
so he walked untouched by sorrow or fret.
Eventually they named him 'Poet'
an epithet none of them understood.
He smiled
knowing that the sound of a word
was not its reality.
None had the language to express all this
but the poet passed on his knowledge
to his offspring, and they to their children,
yet even so
only a few knew the meaning of 'poet'
until they began to sing.
Categories:
jibes, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Being dyslexic shouldn't be a white technicians affair
or an exile to a specialist boarding school
I haven't an insurmountable problem
I've enough skills already
I have an acute History knowledge
just by discussing it with my Dad
I can tag cars and planes for my drawings
it's annoying being unable to pronounce
words i cant spell
or withstanding my sisters jibes
Yet it is always Mother dearest
coming to my emotional rescue
when the panning got out of hand
Categories:
jibes, angel, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
gusts of raucous laughter
greet wide smirk jesters coruscating flippant jibes
sought after
humour in train
punchlines on cue evoke swell vibes
heal pain
quips now
stoke fun-starved tribes
wow
gusts of raucous laughter
punchlines on cue evoke swell vibes
wow
Posted : April 6th 2022
Categories:
jibes, art, blessing, creation, fun,
Form: Rhyme
In either first grade or kindergarten
I first fell prey to the Valentine's curse
when I got but five cards, all others ten
and from there, my fate went from bad to worse.
By middle school, my place in class was clear
my sneakers neither Jordans nor Converse
under their jibes, I shed many a tear
as they all would taunt my Valentines' verse.
But it was in High School I learned to fear
pretty girls who with legs and bosom tease
and on February fourteenth of each year
need more than chocolate to be pleased.
Long ago memories of times now past
yet from these times my fate was cast.
Categories:
jibes, 10th grade, 1st grade,
Form: Sonnet
Forty years a surgeon
the finest in the land
Now he gets a shoddy watch
of inexpensive brand
Forty years he’d tolerated
laughter and derision
Just because he chose to
specialise in circumcision
But he just grinned and suffered
all the nasty jibes and quips
Because they didn’t know that
he had saved up all the tips
His wife however made a gift
for she knew how to stitch
She’d made a leather wallet
out of all those willy bits
A wallet, is that all, he said
derision on his face
Just give it a rub she said
et voilà, a suitcase
Categories:
jibes, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
You hound me for no reason
With much envy you’re consumed
You see my disappointment
Yet rub salt into my wound.
You pick on my emotions
Make me out to be a jerk,
You hover with a swagger
Comments passing with a smirk.
I hold to my composure
For I know I’m not at fault
Your jibes I will now take them
With a little pinch of salt.
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Salt Poetry Contest
Hosted by Anthony Biaanco
Awarded an HM
9th March 2021
Categories:
jibes, bullying,
Form: Quatrain
Stirrings of heart in poems symbolised,
creations crafted as heartfelt emote,
oft by narrow minds cursorily sized,
since heart and head ride in different boats.
Nonchalant to criticism, we do float
as a bliss mist, in joyful innocence,
engaging not in this churlish parlance.
The jibes and taunts whizz by us harmlessly;
our centred presence in tranquil balance,
throbbing in rapture of love endlessly.
07-November-2020
Written for: ‘Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers Poetry Contest’
Categories:
jibes, bullying, spiritual,
Form: Dizain
Where are they now
All those that knew me
Knives in my back
Piercing right through me
So much to gain
From my demise
It was so easy
By just telling lies.
It took 20 years
To do this to me
It's no longer obvious
What I might be
Surrounded by evil
Greed and malice
Wanting to steal
My sacred chalice
Not just that
But everything
I am left with nothing
Not even a ring
They try to scare me
But it doesn't work
They hate the fact
That their jibes I can shirk.
Will I survive to see tomorrow?
I say to myself everyday
Why must I live my life in sorrow?
It was never meant to be this way?
No friends
Just predators and weapons
No love
Apart from the love of my dear son.
May God Protect us Both
Categories:
jibes, abuse, corruption, discrimination, hate,
Form: I do not know?
What delights await
those who punctuate
with alacrity and precision.
And reserve for those who don't,
or won't, their enmity and derision.
For there's nothing worse
than a rhyme, or verse,
that lacks its proper meaning,
a missed comma here, parenthesis there,
it really is demeaning.
One should always think, (before using
the Quink), what one is trying to say.
Is it just scrawl, like a graffitied wall,
or have you something more to convey?
So, to spare the jibes of your fellow scribes,
for the comma please spare a thought,
use it oft, but if it's aloft it's an apostrophe,
so please don't get caught.
Categories:
jibes, fun, literature,
Form: Free verse
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