Long Begetter Poems

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Gossip Midnight

A beep!! Message inbox queued
Bring around his sleepy-eyes 
The night prowler came alive.
Last night’s morning sayonara smack
Later left with unrequited calls.

Message through network by amorist, said,
‘Hoped if u were here beside,
I wud have rest my arms upon u
N wud slp t8 until U wake me up
4m my woolgathering’. 

A morning tea and breakfast
First lecture bunked and second lecturer’s incomplete task
Noon show lunch break and evening CCD on the way.
McD snacks together
Only left with dinner, back to home. 

Clock ticked dinner time
Her cell beeped, ‘ honey calling you at midn8’.

FM on, light music quenched the dimmed room
A gentle breeze left with thoughtful blossom.
A miss call alert, so called a reminder –
Afresh mood and respond back
Two rings for that awaited hands to answer
A muted ‘Hello’, and both felt back.

Retrieved day dilation and few imaginary soul kisses in between
Blurred with further topic, exchanged dally romance
Yet sounded reality.
Eyes closed and more audible muted talks
Aleatory future plans, 
Queried by an unthought-of waiting call.
A new topic now, ‘ who was it?’
Unknown number so whether is that to be left aside??

Tentative soul mate yet in a dedicated tone
Questions rained and situation falsified
Might be a secret that to be hide.

Coped modishly and eyes left with few drops of water
A penitent kiss followed.
Things now became thicker,
The soft music echoed through the network
Snap up pillow and twisted moves
Extend of imagination seemed
Fetched them more closely.

Awaken dad knocked
Cell phone averted and her hammy sleepy-eyes
Fooled begetter proved not to be a dictator.

Excused candidly and led off with next day’s plan
The good night dawn and jaded eyes
An argument who would cut the line…..
Lastly a fanciful tight hug and a sayonara kiss
Left again with another, beep!! 
___________X_____________


Premium Member Maquillage Civilization

Maquillage Civilization

Come ! Quick ! Quick ! 
              Cover up the tracks !
That lead to my doom
Even the lynx watches blear-eyed the bald-eagle
	badgering badgers waddling down slithering marshes
Curling wisps of mists            torn shreds of time
	hug low down by dripping pines

And I wonder at the long lost lines of pre-Stone Age Cave Men
	who have long preceded my own

Come! Quick! Quick! 
                    Cover up the tracks!
   Am I the Cloned Monster of my dreams!
Fierce thoughts warp my mind on wild backs 
   And make my hand shake through weird themes

Say, how many eons ago
   Did this entrenched sea-begetter of mine
Binding metallic force on madraged muscled ego
   Take shape to terrorize the brine

How many the magmatic engines hide under my gnarled hide
I hear them growl and grind in my bowels
Fizzing comets drill through memory-compressed neurons
And foist the thoughts boil-caged in my veins

Who are the unkempt ogling and babbling baboons
Prising libidos through rousing neck-biting sex-twined clashes
                                      through gaping maw
Come streamlined in a many-laundered thing

The downward civilizing trek  
The paint on the wall
	held firm by the poisoning lead

Come! Quick! Quick!  
                Cover up the tracks!
Nothing changes like Change!
The Monster who lurks under the skin
Is still the Master of my whims!

Come! Quick! Quick!
	Cover up the ….

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Hiro Father--

hiro
Hero hiro father I admired;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
Male parent, begetter, patriarch;
Biological father dad, daddy;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
Co-nurturer, father
very, very strong work effects, never took vacations
Next to God second best provider;
never on unemployment or disability, a survival;
Only saw him cry twice;
When his mom and and his wife died;
On top of his head, never saw him with hair (ever);
His strength was liken not Samson, 
His strength was in his hands;
Always working, worked for others for 25 years;
In 1980 became self-employed lasted till his death worked 15 years
My hero, hiro, my daddy-father
He fathered three children, (always, always wanted a daughter)
A great provider, always working...
bringing into the world, give, gave life to spawn three children, three sons;
Always employing/employed
Not a LAZY bone;
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
My hero, hiro,
my lower cased physical, always working father
faTHer always working
Always working, devoted;
My hero, hiro,faTHer always working
my hiro, my faTHer
Always working,

8/20/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) class assignment

Premium Member O' Father God I'M You--I Am In You--

Father I’ve been a long way from home;
Daddy I’ve finally know where I’d belong;
In you
I do
Belong within the view of you
Your very essence subdue
I’m you
O' FATHER GOD I'M YOU--I AM IN YOU--

The very reason I belong;
Is because I’ve been in spaced
From the universe, energy graced
My purpose and being been all
I am that I am because
I’m part of you I choose to be loved by you

Pa Pa I’ve been walking alone;
Begetter Elohim I’ve finally know where I so begin;
In you
I do
Belonging in the fields of vision
Your very essence quell
I’ve made a conscience decision
I’m you

O' FATHER GOD I'M YOU--I AM IN YOU--

For your very purpose, for your glory;
Created in me your individualize story;
Holy, Is because I’ve been graced
From the universe, energy space
My purpose and being been all
I am that I am cause
I’m part of you I choose to be loved by you

Father I’ve been a long way from home;
Daddy I’ve finally know where I’d belong;
In you
I do
Belong within the view of you
Your very essence subdue
I’m you

O' FATHER GOD I'M YOU--I AM IN YOU--


10/31/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Villanelle: Bequeath Not An Image Which Isn'T Wholly Your Own

Villanelle :  Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own

Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own
No not all the tasters of Isphaha can patch it back whole
Living did you your true voice with packs of lies loan

Poetasters all to echolalia Babel be haunted gone
Where words will sour and curdle in a soup bowl
Bequeath not an image which isn’t wholly your own

No patchy poet’s torn image can verily be sewn
Whose poems cannot own up to an innate soul
Living did you your true voice with packs of lies loan

Who says poets are not to the calling be yet re-born
Which mewling mumbler hacked his way to the goal
Bequeath not an image which isn’t wholly your own

The easiest persona is still the begetter of the poem
Words strung in any old order fit well into any old hole
Living did you your true voice with packs of lies loan

No treasure equal to a people’s spirit anyone disown
The fearless voices of a people’s pain the world console
Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own
Living did you your true voice with packs of lies loan

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.


Sons of Beelzebub

Call forth the war
Call forth a cunning shroud of aptitude
Bring down the damnation
Extinguishing the virtuous spender
Thy father of darkness, brightness
Let me call forth the dawn of a new era
Bringing down satire upon the blaspheme
Draining their wretched sublimeness
Build thy father’s tower of the begetter, in submissive
A shield that withstands the hostile ill-natured
Thou shall remain unbreakable, Thou shall remain blistering
For they cannot counter
Thy spirit, thy last breath, thy essence shall not be swallowed by the fury and flames
The scorcher of the skies, the quake of the earth
Let the light you hold glide across the lands
Hear me now and engorge my words, so life of all ether can concord
Upon the heaven gates and upon the magnified perdition
The principle forces that you wield binds are hands creating elasticity
Bringing obedience upon enormous power
Purify the bitterness upon lost souls
To stand free, calling on a brighter invocation

Unity In Origin Variety In Expression

Unity in Origin Variety in Expression 

Under the sky I live
Over the grass I walk
Free air I breathe 
Natural water I drink
Nature in me I am in Nature.
At death I get mixed with earth or burnt in fire
Transformed into other elements, get rebirth;  
I live perpetually in Nature
Nature in me I am in Nature
I have no existence without it
In natural state it is in equilibrium 
Without shortage or surfeit 
Nature is Divine
Anything antagonistic to it is anti-divine 
I cannot coexist with such entity 
 I am one with Nature, with it in unity. 

One is the unity
Origin of beings and things
The Infinity, the Eternity;
“Ekam Sat Vipra Bahudha Vadanti.” 
Variety is the key to earthly life   
There cannot be one word 
Many are the words  
It is the way of life;
True language is as many
As human hearts in happiness or agony 
Variety is the vibration of Natural life 
Monotony is the begetter of perpetual strife. 
(c) Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2021
Form: Verse

Villanelle: A Serious Matter

"A Serious Matter" is a free-verse-ish or "loose" villanelle.

A Serious Matter
by Michael R. Burch

Listen, love, it’s a serious matter:
I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.

Now even though you’re my chains’ begetter
and keep me your slave with that braless sweater,
I love you better despite the fetter.

You say you’re afraid that you’re getting “fatter,”
but your curves are my lust’s prime aider and abettor. 
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter.

I love you madder than any hatter.

When you come to bed in sheer lace, my thoughts scatter:
first to the firmer, then to the latter. 

I love you better despite the fetter.
I love you madder than any hatter.
Listen, love, it’s a serious matter!

Keywords/Tags: villanelle, love, love hurts, mad, madness, slave, slavery, lust, passion, desire, curves, lace, bed, chain, chains, fetter, fetters, ties that bind, mad hatter, madder than a hatter

Motherly Love

Tik tok goes the clock
With each set of time
Her energetic vibrant being
turns frail
She who i'll never call by her name

In retrospect,she raged
Against this decadent diabolical world
She raged to give her bairns the best  of life,
The tenderness of her infinite love
In equal measure we give our allegiance

Albeit in absence of economic strength
We never went to sleep  with growling tummies
Neither did we walked bare and unstitched
And the coldest of the nights went by unperceived

Even in her  recurrent nostalgia phase
I still see her
The sailor who weathered the storms for me
The soldier who fought my unseen battles
The angel that brougt tranquility within in the dead of the night

In all eternal divine
Through her brisk and lethargic life
I hold her in my warm embrace
My fourth god
My begetter.

How Desperate Is Desperate

Sorrow tumbled into words, an antidote
When sobs choked; venom in the throat.
I hear in wrath, again, his disgusting gloat.
Follows, her muffled groans upon each smote. 
In a while, she whimpers in an awesome note. 
Probably, in pain, bearing his lusty frote. 
I lay jack-knifed, as ever, a vain mote.  
Tears overflow in such relations of fraught.
An unwanted witness I’ve been, still zygote.
Begetter that blessed me with love drought!
Who cares? My soul long for draught.
No more! I’m tired of being the scapegoat.
I pray to thee, free us of this cutthroat.
In time please, send us thy lifeboat!


Date:17/06/16

Placed 10 for contest Desperate Housewife by Poet Destroyer A (2/07/16)
Placed  2 for contest Sadness by Silent One (11/02/17)
Form: Monorhyme

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