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When I go out, people smile with their stretched jaws
But the moment I turn, they mock at me for no cause.
On my achievements, my fellow-men shower applauses in tons.
But in my absence, utter sarcastically with their forked tongues.
At times, my neighbors shower unwanted sympathy.
Secretly they reason my actions differently.
They seek my help and send requests with a pleasing heart.
Behind the curtain, they congratulate themselves for being smart.
The vendors fill my basket with one or two spoilt fruit
Cheat and swagger how cleverly they can loot
I believe that they are really praising my nobility.
For not greasing their palms, with me they develop hostility.
They say ‘correct’ when I raise my voice against misappropriations
Off the record, warn me for poking my nose in those conversations.
I pray the Lord...Let’s be blessed
With right impressions, right thoughts and right deeds which mark us the best.
PLACED : 3rd
If only my wish would come true Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 18-06-2022.
compound word verse
There is a worthy cause you see
could start a trend which needs to be
spearheaded.
Deal with arrogance, grand pooh-bah,
don’t act like some maharaja,
bigheaded.
Be stubborn and members you’ll lose.
Teamwork succeeds under one who’s
clearheaded.
What to do with folks who complain,
a leader in angst must remain
coolheaded.
Share the wealth and share applauses
lest you find your worthy cause is
deadheaded.
May 2, 2020
contest: Compounding the Verse
sponsor: Joseph May
I used Rhyme Zone and How Many Syllables?
The latter lists both "coolheaded" and "deadheaded" as 4 syllable words. I count them both as having 3 syllables. Have contacted them about these two mistakes and await a reply.??
Have found all of my compound words online at Farlex Free Dictionary.
[ Poet’s Note : This poem was written as a Companion Poem
to my Poem : Gold and Blood : 2018 ]
Placed 2nd in Contest: The Race for Hollow Gold
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh: July 26
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much of humanity magnetised by
hollow yellow sheen shine
feels kind, divine, sublime —-
such energies enlarge into
desires
acquires, attires, identifiers
sallow
hollow —
it liquid floats in dreams upon streams
glittering downstream
nuggets that suck muck — brings no
joyful luck
vain it transmutes purity
into insecurity
illusions becoming sureties
as Midas asked for everything
to turn to gold
many enter this foolish fold
……. …….
save these oh ALL from drowning
in glowing frowning
clowning ___
howling bloodied
gold running thick brings drownings !
oh ALL ! let pointless futile races become
pauses for peace facing
godly causes .... acing
let shores of spirits restful pulse
heartbeats escorted by
angelic applauses
let gloomy gold unshackle
morphing
creation becoming not mere dwarfing
races for hollow gold
can alchemise bold
into veracity
w i s d o m
c a p a c i t i e s ~
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The heart that has taken on many parts, the lead role in every play,
Stands up on stage too many times, after a while he forgets his name,
Lost in the illusion, gaining attention from every side,
He starts to personalize every role directing his very life,
A love letter catches his eye from a distant lifetime ago,
Awakening him from the illusion to face a love he's long sinced known,
Shaking him from the dream, bringing his heart back to his roots,
Defying the image in the mirror he sees, this love he misunderstood,
Out of the woods and back to his heart, he gives his identity away,
Recognizing his soul from a past long ago, before he ever lost his way,
After the crowd applauses, he steps away to be alone,
And reads the love letters one more time, for the innocence to find his way home,
An angel stood beside him, unseen and unheard from the crowd,
She took his hand to face the pain, to bring his heart back somehow,
At first he fought her tooth and nail, and pushed the letters away,
She begged and pleaded, you must see the truth, or your heart will truly fade,
He said I will replace this love, there is no time to face this fear,
But the angel warned him, if you regress, you'll be hiding this love for years,
You will be in the moment, here and now, with some happiness from time to time,
But you will always look back, missing your true love, searching for her the rest of your life.
her oboe is so-so
but her chello is grand
she sings the lead
and plays drums in the band
her man friend
is a flutier who flutes is
first-chair
they applaud and listen
appreciation they share
the song lacks incentives
we must improve production
these applauses interrupt
the next song's introduction
maybe if we fuse the
orchestra and band
these audiences will
act more like fans
piano, piano player and song
the arrangements are right
but lyrics are wrong
they sound right but they are song to this tune
they ask the woman to meet
him for their hunny-moon
she is a stranger a
a curse word at best
she asks for most
but settles for less
she is described as a do-that-to-her
course you better not say that to her
she'll curse you
and fight you
and cause
trouble for you
she has a man but he mean less to her
course she wishes to
be with someone else
it might be better if she was by herself
but anyway just sing the song
who care if it's right
or if it's wrong!
I want to write something grand
I want to catch some fireflies
Without applauses or a band
Cage words in a jar for eyes
Consonants make a light show
String them with floating vowels
Words imprison djins, you know
Don't you dare throw in the towel
Every day fireflies search for me
Even in November when it's cold
They like words want me to see
I can't without wine and be bold
Are fireflies for a show and tell?
Woolfs without a howling pack
Damned insects are caught pell mell
Glowing words buzz in my sack
To feel crows captured by Gogh
I want God to say well done
Anything but Him saying, So?
Chasing fireflies should be fun
I coax myself onto the stage
The greats did it, why can't I?
Without claps, they fill the page
They lift a glass for fireflies to lie
Vowels in a jar should be grand
But, I've lost how to be a child
Delighted only by God's band
I suffocate fireflies ever wild
The echoing actuality. The pondering sea. The spheres of bouncy
As the protecting shells burst, the inceptions of desire begin fruition by disbursing their energies beyond their boundaries. Passionately exploring, this young fragile seedling crawls via moon's ring's nightfall. Affectionately acquiring a blissful blazing love by tune's spring's rainfall. As the guide from the valley of dawn awakens pulsating towards the frivolous summit, the enduing rays of hope gently disperse their wings inspired by the warmth of the heavens. Life and seeds, planes and trees flicker in the solar light, and frenzy shadows waltz in the twilight. Becoming, building, blossoming into the beauties, to arise amidst nurtured by the waters mist, bestowing a kiss by the azure’s sky. Dancing and singing to their own poetic melodies. But nevertheless, blanket silver chill solstice onset is always at nigh. Some decry for roots are beholden in sands crying in lands that quench for thirst. Others become wrench and accursed. Branches toil, and more find themselves weathering and crippling by the weighted burdens, recoil. Many suffocating in silhouette in a mountainous locus storm. Sounding and abounding in damming lightning and thunderous applauses of mistakes. Once an array of vines, now transformed hung on a rope. Trunks surrendering to parasitic whispers eviscerating all paths of hope. Flees. So, many lost achieves, grieves, fallen crimson leaves and the forgotten paints on the canopy. Overwhelmed by the fragrances of spoil. Decay takes hold. Mushrooms, tombs, and an open vacuum. Not all musings are equally fabricated. For only the foundation of the forest: the giant oaks, the massive kapoks, the ageless pines, and grand willows are the breakers of stone. Those are they who taste the breath of life. Whose arms reach and touch the sky, embraces the rain and abstain in the shine. Whose visions stand at the zenith peak of time
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Virginia produced a rockabilly pioneer named Janis.
This talented artist was called the “Female Elvis”.
In her youth, she displayed fine musical prowess.
What a flamboyant act she displayed on stage
when rockabilly music was the fifties’ rage!
With her initial hit record “Will You Willyum”,
Janis achieved popularity, and then some.
She drew a plethora of applauses and cheers
whenever personal appearances were made over the years.
The spirit of Janis is now performing in heaven
after she passed away in 2007.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
"I do." Two words
Which have sealed our lives
And bound them together
Forever
Goodbye Beautiful License
- License to cheat,
Fool around and get
Fooled around. No more
Late hours at the club. No more
Partying till the sky drops. No more
The life of a party animal. No more
Flings with flirty friends
With a forced smile on my face
I walk down the aisle
With my partner.
Partner! That word scares me!
Shared house, shared room,
Shared bed, shared food,
Shared children perhaps,
Hopefully, shared finances.
That part sounds good
But what a price to pay: freedom!
Exiting the church building
Into the open air
I ignore the cheers and applauses
And glance at the decked hearse
That will convey me to a life of
Confinement.
Have I made a mistake?
When the praises and the applauses are done with
When the words of congratulations
And the exclamations of awe are done with
She bids the world goodbye
And wishes it to keep on revolving
While she retreats to her haven
Her room
Her space
Her sanctuary
There, where she can be herself
Where reflected all around her
In millions and millions of mirrors
Is her true self
That which she keeps hidden
But that which reveals itself
Each time
The praises and the applauses are done with!
Why, there, in her secret garden
Her growling monster wakes up
And threatens to shake her image
If she caters not to it
And she,
Like a dutiful slave
Tends to it
Without an ounce of regret!
Then, when it goes to sleep,
Once more,
She sits alone
And lets the sight of the moon
Fill her with hopes
Of someday being released
While being still admired
For the image that she so tirelessly
Worked upon!
She sits alone
And lets the tears pour out
She knows, simply
That the praises and the applauses
Would have not been articulated and performed
If she had chosen
To be herself,
A mistress, having tamed
A growling monster
In the open face of society!
Why, she sits alone
And bites her lips
While her heart wrenches
Causing her tears to turn bloody
She sits alone
And wonders about what the rest of the world
Does
When, like her,
They retreat to their own solace!
For Contest She sits alone
4th August 2017