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There’s none more racist than your Working Man.
Conservative. “Let’s keep it as it is:
just give me Tic-Tac-Toe and Criss-Cross Quiz.”
No greater sexist since the world began –
that foxes have their prices, he’ll accept,
and swallows whole the tabloid rag he reads
(the breasts of teenage girls are all he heeds).
Compassion for his Comrades? Jesus wept!
He’s happy with his Fangios and Faldos,
admires Samantha Foxes, Katy Prices.
His only Cristianos are Ronaldos,
and God alone knows if he’s heard of Isis.
Keep feeding him his Oprahs and Geraldos,
but pray you don’t encounter him in crisis.
Helplessness immobilizes yours truly,
I genuinely agitate
permanently lasting indelible impact deux
biological offspring unfairly bore brunt,
compliantly, complicity, and complimentary
I avidly, doggedly, instinctively helped create
subsequently, unintentionally, or willingly
unpleasantly affected as adults facilitate
learned behaviors to navigate
their respective independent lives
both managed to coordinate
transitioning as responsible adults
more successful than me -
I do congratulate
their separate feats, titillate
papa, who admires emotional growth,
though grievously despair
weaknesses invariably did inculcate
their once innocent selves did graduate
courtesy positive resources I dedicate
to other then myself, commiserate
as unwittingly tortured saturate
without knowing and implicate
thine guilty poor role model,
me - heartache afflicted with anguish,
especially younger offspring doth indicate
perhaps apathy, difficulty, paucity to equate
body/mind synergy, she doth habituate
herself with destructive behavior,
vicariously saddening me psyche
where alarm doth germinate
yet... particular influences I
awkwardly essentially, and
inadvertently now articulate
unsure if word choice (mine)
obscures soulful heartfelt
angst that doth resonate
oft time does afflict my existence
thousands of miles distant,
nonetheless doth percolate
reckon, reflect,
and reiterate pointlessly berate
to nobody in particular -
minus followers courtesy
various and sundry
digital poetry venues articulate
and doth interrogate,
fulminate, and futilely castigate
himself psychologically damaged goods
paternal legacy, their salad days
hoop fully mushrooming into great
and healthy women, where
every last trace of my
objectionable faults they eradicate,
cuz Shana thee mean more
than fine spun gold!
Near a huge ocean of love
The day is delightful
Colourful birds are singing
The sun is shining
All is calm for our glory
And nature admires us
Close to a titanic ocean of love
She sits proximate to me
And she moves closer to me
Just the way a tortoise does
And her eyes fix mine
I can read true love in them
Adjacent to a mammoth sea of love
I see smile covering her ruby lips
Her dimples draw nice to see
I can read thoroughly in her heart
What she cannot dare utter
Her face is glowing with love
Proximate to a gigantic ocean of love
Silent water murmurs our majesty
To incite her soft hand land softly
On my cheek and close her eyes
Her lips seek to get closer to mine
To mean our freak hearts are one
At the shore of the sea of care
She holds me tight in her chest
To keenly inhale in my nose
The natural breadth of love and trust
That storms beneath my skin
To make me feel in paradise
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
(7/5 Trochee Form)
Jenny is the sister who
came right after me.
And she’s always suffered from
insecurity.
Very shy, she did not date
even once in school.
and I couldn’t fathom why
since my sister’s cool!
Things mechanical, she can
figure out with ease.
And she loves good puzzles that
give her brain a tease!
Nurturing, she’s made for her
family, a home.
Yet she feels inferior
she can’t write a poem!
Generous and loyal too,
sensitive and kind;
always telling me how much
she admires my mind.
One in a million sister
gives support to me.
Jenny needs to see she’s all
God meant her to be.
For Linda Marie's "One in a Million" Contest
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've waited years
for an answer and certainly won't give up now,
you can be kinder than you've ever been:
I've struggled through the hardest of times:
feel sorry for me, don't let rejection grow,
no man should be on his knees as I've been!
Nobody looks at you more than I do,
nobody admires you more than I do;
some guys promise you sweet kisses,
instead, I promise you a real Heaven:
all that offers days of true happiness...
can you turn it down with false pretension?
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've built a castle
and hasn't been washed away by the waves,
it's waiting for us and in there we'll live a fable
that a young storyteller has written for us;
you can guess you wrote it and why:
are you still undecided? Give it a try!
Lynda, don't desert me for life;
I care more than anybody you have met
rushing to conclusions is one of the biggest mistakes,
you have to end my emotional strife;
I've begged enough and dreamed of a rainbow at sunset...
it has rained enough and now it's time for sunshine and smiles:
run with me and let's find the joys that'll be finally ours.
Beneath a sky of velvet, deep and blue,
Where stars like diamonds twinkle, bright and clear,
My heart, a vessel, filled with love for you,
Admires the beauty that you always wear.
Your eyes, like galaxies, vast and unknown,
Reflect the universe, a cosmic sight,
Your laughter, music, sweeter than a tone,
Dispels the darkness, fills my world with light.
And as I gaze upon your radiant face,
A love so pure, so deep, I cannot find,
I'm lost in wonder, filled with such a grace,
To have your love, a treasure of my mind.
So let us journey through this starry night,
And hold each other close, forever bright.
I whisper a touch of mystery
Across your expectant skin
Causing you to smile within
Reflecting on nightly dreams
I caress your eyes with hues
Of gold, amber and hazy blue
Reminding you of my freshness
Beckoning with beguiling dewdrops
I embrace the warmth of a rising sun
Coloring the skies with exhilaration
Sweetening the nectar of peach and plum
Trees that venture to become refreshment
I yearn to breath a tantalizing flow of wind
Across your expectant and naked face
Initiating a sense of anticipation within
Where your heart admires my eagerness
I gently stroke your hand with my affection
Mystery born through longing for satisfaction
Discovered amid blooms that caress the spirit
And welcome the hopes of brilliant and vivid buds
I captivate your thoughts with hints of secret visions
What is to come must be the greatest adventure
Can you imagine this great sunbathe drenching memories
With sweltering ideas created by luminous wisdom
I burn with the craving for more of this feeling
Brought on by my creativity and energetic impressions
Bound up in the feelings felt by new appreciation
For this, my moment, the beginning of this day
I’m morning!
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Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 29, 2020
Butterfly
Beautiful butterfly
of the open sky,
colourful, dazzling—
queen of mountains.
Butterfly,
princess of valleys,
of meadows and flower beds.
Her dream was to fly
higher and higher,
to touch the horizon.
Strange—
so strange.
Beautiful butterfly
of the endless sky
was lured by a frog,
a frog of a dead pond,
spotted, cold, and hollow.
One who had never seen the wide world
or its wondrous
diversity.
Living on black water,
feeding on decay and worms.
But why? (She got lured & trapped)
Because the frog spoke sweetly.
Because he praised her wings
while envying her flight.
Because no one warned her
that not every voice that admires
wishes you well.
Her elders taught her
about the beauty of the world—
but not its shadows.
They taught her how to fly,
but not how some creatures
wait below,
pretending to be friends
until wings are broken.
So listen, butterfly—
the sky is yours,
but look before you descend.
Not every pond is a mirror,
not every smile is truth,
and not every hand that calls you down
will let you rise again.
Fly free,
but fly aware.
Form:
We all want to have the perfect shape, the media
Are at fault, they use the young as their tool,
Making some gents and ladies look like a fool,
Whether young and feisty or facetious and bold,
Or middle aged with a tummy that can’t help but fold,
Maybe trendy, adventurous, getting a little old
The mirror in horror tells us, we need to diet a lot,
Or join the army of the overweight and be forgot.
There are there those that take notice of the media
And those who don’t, and those that don’t have to care,
They look good all the time whatever they wear.
Then on the next advertisement on the highway,
A Wimpy advert as large as life,
Two waffles for the price of one, syrup, loads of cream,
Some do resist, but for many of us a delicious dream,
Does our will power and choice not come into play,
We visit Wimpy today, and tomorrow is another day,
What the heck, we only live once, we are tempted,
How many times a diet have we attempted,
We give in, our husband admires a slim gal,
Our wife flirts with her boss,
So, eat to live and not live to eat,
We should look at a waffle as a reward, a fine treat,
And look in the mirror and feel proud of our shape,
From the grip of the media we therefore escape,
'I'm heading home to my love, an absolute dish!'
It's my nephew's birthday
Kendrick by name to be precise
I feel excited and rejuvenated
His birth ignited my burning desire
Awakening my soul
Shifting my perspectives
Shedding old beliefs
He turned 1 year old today.
I admires his attributes
He smiles so bright
Naturally endowed with creativities
I wow and bow
"Whenever I watch his activities"
He's happy and optimistic
A wondrous baby, wunderkind I think.
He's differ but special, very unique.
Even at a very tender age,
He does and give what none can't
Get to know him and you'll see it's true
Wishing him a magnificent birthday
I pray his days on earth be glorious just as he's.
Happy womb escape day my amiable and affable nephew.