Long Behaviour Poems

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Premium Member Why Can'T I Be the Real Me

Why can't I be the real me

Instead of putting on airs to impress

If I really didn't care what people thought

I could go to the mall in a dress

Right away I'd be labeled as kinda unusual

To say the least I'd be mocked

Teenagers would all point and chuckle at me

Oldsters would be totally shocked

Imagine as well if I dyed my hair green

With lipstick a dark shade of pink

Not saying I'd ever resort to such nonsense

But it sure would make people blink

To shock everyone with bizarre behaviour

To act like you've gone a bit looney

Imagine the reaction of these real snotty folks

Might think they're filming a movie

There are certainly limits for our behaviour

We can't go naked in the streets

Coz at times when a shapely woman walks by

Oops... this line I had to delete!



© Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Narrative


Without Fear Or Favour

Without fear or favour,
Will you be remembered for this kind of behaviour?
Or will your epitaph be of a different flavour.

Will you be remembered as having no backbone?
Staying on your cell phone,
While others are cut to the bone.

Will you have showed how tough your love can be?
Or will you have preferred to wait and see,
What our re-action would be.

Has, fear of being out of favour?
Ruled your behaviour,
In place of Love your neighbour.

Is fear or favour been motivating your behaviour?
When others ask you a favour,
Knowing the consequences could be dour.

Without fear or favour,
Is it possible for extremism to sour?
The news every hour.
Form: Didactic

Metamorph

“Metamorph”





The Invocation of Fire cast,
She imprinted her mark, a
Metamorph holding keys

The Siren,
bare feet, walks
towards 

the blue-green mirror Sea

Out of the cave
from the Underworld
following he

A rope around her waist
One leg in Heaven
The other in Hades

Eurydice;

This time he doesn’t 
look back, 
jute unravels,

She’s free


(LadyLabyrinth/2020)







“Contaminated” / Banks
https://youtu.be/DwZMHkYTvhY



“Half State" / BRMC
https://youtu.be/eejX7kX-mIw







“what was it that crossed my face
with the light from yours
and your glance?
what was it you saw in my face?
the light of your own face,
the fire of your own presence?”






“An empathic metamorph is a creature 
perceived to be the "perfect mate"
by changing its persona and behaviour 
to meet another being's emotional 
requirements and sexual desires. 
It achieves this using a subtle form 
of telepathy which is more akin to empathy.”










1. Eurydice
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurydice 

2. Orpheus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus 

3. Minor god, Aristaeus
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Aristaeus

4. "Orpheus and Eurydice on the Banks of the Styx"
Artist: John Roddam Spencer Stanhope (1829-1908)

5. "Eurydice" by H.D.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51869/eurydice-56d22fe6d049d

6. "Nothing Else" / Julia and Angus Stone, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Angus-and-julia-stone-nothing-else-lyrics

7. "Half State" / BRMC
https://youtu.be/eejX7kX-mIw

Lyrics: "Half State" / BRMC
https://genius.com/Black-rebel-motorcycle-club-half-state-lyrics

Premium Member Know Your Neighbours

KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOURS 

   Considering any acquaintance,
   proximity is the first preference
   to overcome over all loneliness.

             Helplessness solvable by neighbours!
             Improve your social behaviour.
             In urgency next door guys : Saviours.

     But in mobile, Facebook or text message
     Children, youngsters, seniors on average !
     Most of the time all engaged! Time wastage.
              
                  Care and share for your next door neighbours.
                  In need do favour or ask for favour.
                  Daily chores to run smooth with less labour.

    Friends may be far, neighbours at door step.
    Be involved: Interact ! Help and get help.
    Neighbours for each other, above self.
     

 01/26/23

Acquaintance and Neighbours


Contest by Soto Poet
Form: Rhyme

Criticism - My Experiences

A family member often criticized me
Initially I felt I was bad and cried
I lost my confidence, contemplated suicide

Then, I realized criticizing others was her habit
I never spoke badly to others
I was way better than her

One day when she shouted at me I answered back
You have no right to talk to me like that
Every time you speak badly you are tarnishing your own image
You also have imperfections, I too can point out
But you will not be able to take it
Think before you talk

She stopped for some days only to start again
Then I adopted another strategy I ignored her
She would say I am talking to you
I would still keep quite
She would stop

At other times I would just go out of the house
She would ask where are you going
I would reply I don't like listening to my criticism. 
Will come back when you stop

I would tell my husband about her bad behaviour and her talks
Later I realized I was doing what she is doing
There is no difference between us
I stopped that too

Now she doesn't stay with us
There's peace at home

If someone criticizes you, remember that person is not God
You are created by God 
Everything created by God is perfect
Those who are critical are negative people who cannot see positive trait's in others
They are not your well-wishers and what they say is best ignored
Never bother about others opinion
Never criticize them or defend yourself
Don't do what they are doing
Don't stoop low like them.

Follow your conscience
Be good, do good always
Be confident and positive

Our haters deserve our sympathy more than our reaction
Such people are miserable from inside
Their hate killing them every moment

10.07.2021
Form: Narrative


Lined In Discipline

Regalia awakens upon nightfall 
Roused within rules proudly signified
Routine of midnight procedural
Robe wearer draped solemn dignified


Voracious moon grey devil face
Oak double doors crosses engraved
Vestibule commands reverence
Flung open so mortals can be saved


Behaviour carefully monitored
Moonshine in aisle to alter pointing
Father's guidance Penultimate 
Spotlight slides jacketed anointing 


Pulpit a pillar of scripture's page
Builds focus for lamp stuck fly byers 
Formality chapters archaic sage
Impales twisted gargoyles on spires


Stitched into sleeves invisibly
Satin lining sheen hot cardinal flame
Shape of garment disciplining
Secure bounds by pockets contained




       15th February 
    Fitting into Religion
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Doggone - Oh My

My Fido was booked into the vets
To remove his ‘love making’ assets
He was due for an op
Where his ‘bits’ got the chop
No puppies; I’d have no regrets

We arrived near the vet’s surgery
Fido yelped that he needed to wee
He heard another dog bark
Then scampered off to the park
And escaped so far away from me

To cut a long story quite short
Young Fido he could not be caught
It can’t be discounted
That doggy he mounted
I’ll admit I was very distraught!

When Fido responded to heel
His fate at the vets I did seal
He’s quickly sedated
(Poor actions berated)
His stitches will dissolve and heal!

When musing, I shouldn’t get mad
His doggy behaviour was bad
Though Fido was ‘dog gone’
His line continues on
Six puppies, look just like their dad!


Dandelions Tiger Lilies and Bearberries Oh My
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy

5/7/18
Form: Limerick

Just Imagine

Imagine your self 
stuck in the situation
your husband a wife beater
three children no money

how do you escape 
how do you make a life 
for yourself your children
your future, you have a right

Too be safe
to be strong 
to be free
nobody has the right

to own you 
to attack you 
to hurt you
you have a right to freedom

lifeline could
talk to people 
find people 
that are willing 

to provide emergency accommodation
families investing could provide jobs
ten dollars per week fifty two thousand per year
investing year after year creating wealth

Employment provides the income
to feed your children
with money in your pocket
you can find a place to rent

from the foundation of your home
you can improve your education
beginning the climb 
to a better future.

Cousin Jonny has lost his job
his family depend on his income
but because his family 
invested in creating companies

He has other opportunities
available he has other avenues to walk.
you meet a man on the street 
angry hitting his car

you stop and spent 
five minutes listening
broken hearted he tells you
the factory he works at shut down

redundant now his car has died
leaving him stranded and angry
sometimes anger is an expression
of frustration, a different form of tears

Because your family invested 
you can give him a job
his car towed to a garage can be fixed
and with money he can pay the bill 

people don't need charity
they need a future 
even the job of a cleaner
provides to money to improve your education

Success comes on the back of hard work and effort
to climb above the problems of poverty
to climb above the streets of homelessness
does not require charity

the road to better futures, comes with employment
granted if you have a drug or alcohol problem
perhaps you can't hold down a job
some problems you have to fix yourself

the first problem you have to beat
is your addiction but remember, what you do in life 
is also the behaviour, you teach your children,
the success of your life, depends on your decisions.
Form: Narrative

Journey

a day in the life 
of an everyday man
mostly working to live
to provide what he can

looking at others 
and comparing success
but a man who has everything
can sometimes have less

the gold and the splender
are all material things
when its time to go back 
all your need are your wings

a time of reflection
a quiet moment of thought
to make the most of this time
as this time is too short

mistakes are a given
its all part of our plan
so lets meet them head on
and just be a good man

we’re all here for a purpose
so lets lead and lets learn
and start looking for answers
and have faith in concern

to make the most of the knowledge
we’ve been given since birth
ask lots of questions
theres more to this earth

are we here to return
with a story to tell
did we fail before 
and came here cos we fell

whatever the reason 
i will make the most of this life
to be a the best I can be
alongside my beautiful wife

i know life is for living
our time is for a reason
its not too long so remember
to make the most of this season

there could be a god
with a son who’s the saviour
would the truth make a man
change his earthly behaviour

i am not a sinner
neither a saint
a non waivering faith
but actions that taint

im a man on a mission
to be the best i can be
ill be there once more
for the whole world to see

funny how life
offers twists and some turns
playing russian toullette
with the ending to learn
Form: Rhyme

Racism is not a political opinion

A white man dies 
Millions cry
He believed in slavery
Yet the privilege will worship as if he was their saviour
It's easy to defend when your not affected by their behaviour
Sympathy becomes easy, when you claim to be 'superior'
Human rights - until its your black neighbour 

In a world where you can be anything, you can be kind
Easy to say when privilege makes you blind 
They were human - Just like the black person you lynched 
Ironic how their deaths never made you flinch
But a white man is shot, and all of a sudden your affected 

No backbone, no skeleton 
Stand for something 
Stand for anything
Sitting on the fence, when you have the power to make a difference 
You're not for 'equality', your just showing your cowardice 
You're not choosing peace -
You're just choosing ignorance
It's not admirable to show 'indifference'
You're not better, you're just selective 
And with that belief you'll end up on the wrong side of history

If you're gonna have selective empathy
At least use it for those worthy
Being white doesn't give you a pass to be a bully 
I dont care if they 'had a family'
Especially when black death for them is comedy 

Where is the outrage for police brutality
Or the centuries of slavery
Yet when it comes to the death of a white supremacist 
They're honoured with the medal of 'bravery"
Where's our medal for just existing
Where being black means we are criminalised for breathing 
And when we are killed instead of being mourned and respected 
A black persons death is mocked and celebrated 

We dont owe the oppressors our tears
The oppressed are allowed to celebrate one less danger
And if you've forgotten 
When we were lynched you took pictures with our dead bodies
So dont come with your moral high ground 
Talking about peace and kindness 
When at no point in history -
Did the world have sympathy
For the deaths of my people

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