The holders of custom and bearings
The teachers of manners and sayings
The steerers of the leanings and standings
The givers of surnames and blessings
The fabric that makes priests and kings
Are fathers in their fatherhood and fathering
You are both shield and guide
In whom sons and daughters confide
You are both scion and pride
Of the society you are placed to abide
You are both the breadth and stride
Of your kind’s spread; far and wide
Be today celebrated but ever honored
For all you have selflessly offered
Good and faithful service unwaivered
May your steps be Divinely ordered
And likewise armed and armoured
For whatever storm to be weathered
God be present in your sunshine and rain
God give you joy for your pain
May all your toils bring you gain
Scale hills as though traversing plains
And all in all firmly remain
Godly and righteous without stain
HAPPY FATHERS DAY.
K. Muitherero
Categories:
leanings, fathers day,
Form: Rhyme
"Birds care not for whom they sing" - Silent One
For infants who feel the art of hearing for the first time...
For kids who don't distinguish between a rhyme and a chime...
For children growing up, seeing beings and non-beings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
For students who are weighed down by loads of learning burdens...
For teachers who are occupied with their molding missions...
For parents who constantly care for their children's dealings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
For hunters who're alert with a gun or bow and arrow...
For ornithologists who know birds of every barrow...
For birdwatchers who are fond of birds feeding on gleanings...
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
For any vagabond, nomad, wanderer, or migrant
For any god, goddess, angel, cherubim, sage, or saint
For humans of selfish, sarcastic, sadistic leanings
When singing, does any bird care for anyone's feelings?
Categories:
leanings, bird, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
The humidity is a sodden blanket
over our heaving bodies.
We are climbing through the jungle
to view a temple on top of a mountain.
The exertion is draining us,
I have to nail words together
to form constructed sentences.
Amorphous clouds of vagaries
form miasma's in my head.
I don't even care about the temple
despite my Buddhist leanings
but these evangelical missionaries
are as keen as mustard - go figure.
I thirst for a cold beer, a cold anything.
We are sweating through our clothes
choking in the heat-haze,
but the keen young nurses and doctors
are all for struggling on.
I'm just a follower; a lone Brit
in a happy mob of Americans
thank God they don't all burst into hymnal songs
or call for an ad hoc prayer or two.
At the top
I am wheezing, sweat blinding my eyes
i'm hating these good folks
with a satanic fervor,
though too weak now to curse.
The temple is very old
and it's okay in an ancient way.
I want to sit here and meditate a while
but this forking girl and boy scout tribe I am with
want to explore.
In my mind
I see a laughing Buddha
a Pu Tai figure
rocking back and forth on his fat ass.
Categories:
leanings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Words can have so many meanings
It pays to carefully choose what you say,
Lack of phrasing can reveal your leanings
Ill-chosen words will often make you pay.
Politicians quickly learn how to double-talk
Meaning exactly what they did not say,
Like a sidewalk drawing with colored chalk
Knowing a weepy denial will wash it away.
Written October 16, 2022
Categories:
leanings, meaningful, spoken word, words,
Form: Rhyme
Here appears diversity and divisiveness --
Similar words with different meanings,
I must not allow them to come between
Those folks who exhibit different leanings.
Diversity is a good thing, expanding my mind
Divisiveness frequently foments contention,
While it seeks to enforce its firm beliefs
Often giving no opposing views attention.
Diversity must be differences understood
And appreciated as a part of our culture,
Not thinking of differences as dividing
But enriching, becoming part of our nature.
I can never see everything as others do
For I am constantly formulating my ways
But I will try my best to understand you
And accept you, as you are … always!
Written October 4, 2022
#47 on the Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
October 6, 2022
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October 26, 2022
Categories:
leanings, feelings, perspective,
Form: Quatrain
Truth Finally Revealed
David J Walker
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Lay bare to the gaze of wonder
If Only
From the middle
There were the words
Of thunder
If Only
I knew the words
A riddle
To challenge passwords
Into places overgrown
An abundance
Of unknown
vocalic menus
The lie wrapped in the riddle
Underlies the leanings of
The liar
Words on fire
used in
Soliloquy & Secularization
The cost is bourn
In hesitation
When truth is finally revealed
Categories:
leanings, allegory, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.
Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.
Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.
Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.
Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.
For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.
Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.
Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.
Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.
Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.
Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.
Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.
Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.
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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half
Categories:
leanings, silly,
Form: Monoku
The Smith's marriage is no longer viable
Their political leanings are irreconcilable
She raves: Trump I dismiss!
He rants: Biden-kiss this!
Yet their love of country remains undeniable
6/9/22
A Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
Categories:
leanings, humor,
Form: Limerick
You want a poem?
I’ll give you a poem!
All words and meanings
Slightly odd leanings
A pinch of this
A sprinkle of that
All chucked randomly
In a velvet top hat
A fistful of stars
And topped with whipped cream
Nothing is ever as it would seem
It’s a bit of nonsense
Which is no and sense
Do you ever read a word,
So many times
That it sounds wrong
Placed in rhymes
Words, huh, what are they good for?
They mean less, they mean more
Sorry if I’m wandering
It’s just I was wondering
How long this could be
The poem I write in front of me
Do I stop it now
Or now, somehow
Keep driving nails in
Until I spin
Out of control
And back down my hole
This is my calling
This is what I do
Put words together
And give them to you
Sorry if my free verse take
Has made you think me fake
I just started typing
Then found myself hyping
Words and rhythms
That-isms and this-isms
PS has anyone come up with a poem
Dedicated to rhyming with orange?
26.4.2022 8:50am
Categories:
leanings, dream, me, song,
Form: Rhyme
An alluring art of vivacious symbols and meanings,
Fig leaf has many religious political leanings;
Though apple was the fruit Adam and Eve had once eaten,
It's fig leaf that had hidden them when they felt browbeaten...!
Wrapping our physic we do; though not in pageant parades,
Psychic volcanoes we cover up with gold-gleaming shades;
Odors of festering wounds are hidden by fragrant scent,
Do all these, yet, grand to our hearts, aptly needed vent...?
Do all polished stones turn precious diamond or sapphire?
Do toy-guns in battles, like cannons and tanks blow fire?
When make-up peels off, physic would its true complexion show,
Though buried within darkest shadows, sun will, surely, glow...!
Hypocrisy was what Jesus hated most in humans,
In light of truth, he said, darkness of hearts should illumine;
Washing should be both within and without of the vessels,
Whitewashing the sepulchers? Values need true retrievals!
Shielding sins have been constituent of human nature,
In doing so, we turn hilarious caricature;
Growing out of inner deficiencies, is a must,
Fig leaves might fade off; Fig trees must grow, in strength so robust...!
29 March 2022
Categories:
leanings, allegory, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
Compelled
David J Walker
The sad part of this obsession is
Knowing how unprofitable it will always be
Language leanings in different directions
Confessions of the soul count for nothing
A mornings reflection in vivid description
Serving only a fraction of lost and forgotten temptations
The torments of love yet unexplained
Colors unnamed
Secrets never revealed
Clouds proudly morphing into forms unformed
And forms of deformed and fearful imaginings
A sincere hope that the unknown is better than today
The poet puts on the hat of a mad vatic
and buries his face in his hands
compelled to see the future
Categories:
leanings, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Don't be proud of who you are,
Or where your family came from.
Your culture or your bloodlines,
Could perchance offend some.
Don't talk about religion,
And don't in public pray.
I tell you true the new taboos,
Will make your hair turn gray.
Don't say you like a certain sport,
Support a certain team,
You may offend some other fans,
May dash their hopes and dreams;
And don't display your moral code.
You'll hurt somebody's feelings,
Depending on their current stance,
Or their political leanings;
But if you worship idols,
Perchance could be a witch,
Or mayhap worship other gods,
The rules then tend to switch.
We don't want to hurt their feelings,
Or make them to feel odd,
So we encourage heathen ways,
And just ignore our God.
Categories:
leanings, political, prejudice,
Form: Quatrain
Boobs: Now there’s a word that has two unrelated meanings
Your preference might indicate your private thoughts and leanings
But boob can be a word that means a silly little error
Not something that will trash your life for ever and forever
Funny how in digital some numbers look like letters
And that’s quite handy for us ageing PIN number forgetters
Boob reminds me of a fulsome girl I used to date
My pin number in future is Eight Zero Zero Eight
(Just a little note to people fraudulence inclined
If you just wrote that number down you must have lost your mind
I’d never use that number now... my I.Q. aint three cubed
And if I did then folk on Soup would tell me that I boobed)
So, if your girl’s a Dolly Parton or a Taylor Swift
Or if she just slips up a bit, she’s still your special gift
The boobs my mother used to make they always left me smiley
But boobs when made by Frankenstein are something else entirely
Categories:
leanings, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Cultish leanings..
There is attachment to
The mysteries of life
Embodied..seemingly in
A pedestaled attraction..
Add beliefs of import and
Shadowed conspiracies..
A religion start-up..?
All dismantled by inquiry
Into the Self we are...
Categories:
leanings, anxiety, confusion, i am,
Form: Blank verse
In mornings I do not tax my brain
Grateful to lord to raise me again
I sip tea in the garden adornings
I do not tax my brain in mornings
As I have a set routine in the chain
I zoom off for a golfing campaign
18 holes keep up my fitness scene
In the chain, as I have a set routine
No office for me since I am retired
but for household help I am hired
Finances, shopping, I help in glee
Since I am retired no office for me
In evenings a glass or two of wine
With friends, family is always fine
I read out lines of poetic leanings
A glass or two of wine in evenings
21.6.2020
Categories:
leanings, retirement,
Form: Quatrain
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