Long Bickering Poems
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I am scrolling down hill,
folding the pills,
elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze,
I am a song to be played-
earlier than you might say
in the day,
when hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed,
but you are a spade,
to be wondered and craved,
you are your own way,
with the sing of the slave-
underground-
above the haze,
glazed with the betrayed,
honed in on like waves,
so stubborn your gay-
holding on to the page!
Don't you walk that way!
Troubled little weaver-
always weavin' in and out of the days,
with your face,
and two others that may show you the way.
So...Whenever there is game,
whenever you are just being insane,
two others can ring your ping-
scratch at your lawn,
ease your bickering fawn,
who is ages old-
cranky and yet cold,
shines like the rivers of silver soles,
wasted and bold.
...Blanketing and broad like the system of the slots,
put in a coin so you can jog-
with your eye's,
and with your pogs,
fall to the floor,
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors,
become single and slower,
dangerous like snow blowers,
manned by cats
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin,'
as they are growin,' croppin,'
and sowing,
the stage is set to start goin,'
but you stay all knowin'-
with the people out there- asses a blowin'!
Like the sound of the tick was that on it-
like the leaper out of time was so subordinate,
you know you could have grabbed mine,
you know about other ways to shine,
but still you sit and grind-
sleep and unwind,
base your catches on other famous people's finds...
I don't confide,
I really don't try,
I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky,
why doesn't it come down on African pride?
When they need it most?
When we know 911 proved evil the most...
But sit here and boast
and you'll hear gods jokes-
he's got what a man needs,
he's got you underneath a sheet,
so don't breathe!
Just start running,
got the mustard?
Pray for a plead,
because random people leave
while friends try and greet,
an acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please,
even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease,
sorry if I sound meek-
but pride comes when I'm done writing these...
I am just coming off the big stage that was erected for this vibrant age. The energy is still lingering in the ground and the honey bees are still buzzing around; something special took place at united center last night that send the people wild, heaven was cruising with paradise on earth and the people were dancing their hearts out and the world embrace each other close to the midnight hour. Everyone had this catchy rhythm in their feet and the ladies dressed in white looking like young brides some as old as eighty brought back the suffergate movement of the early nineteen century to life. The women were looking smart and happy as they occupy the center of the building and, the whole place resembles congress makeover. Lousi was there staring at the little starlight floating around in the atmosphere; her eyes were fixed on it and her mind was fading with it, what on earth was going on, it was like a party was transpiring on the lawn outside but it was the protesters in the park rumbling with the officer in the dark and the celebration went on and the music rolls on and the speakers enters the stage one by one igniting a thunderbolt across the center and everyone catches on to the fever, some were short and spice, others were long winding and heavy, but it did what it had to do to make the mistress day come true, the celebration mounts with screams and shouts and bickering around and the journalist filled the gap with interview across the floor as the patron called out for more.The momentum continue to build and the multitude in the center begin to chill, I was feeling the energy too but I did not know what to do, and sweat starts oozing out of my flesh and in seconds all my clothes was wet and the energy in the center began to circulate all the way to the gate and the momentum built higher and higher, And when she could not resist it, she came on the stage, the crowd went out of control and flags were waving across the floor and the people kept asking for more, the balloon came down and spread all over the floor and the momentum began to spread like wildfire in the wilderness; keep the momentum going and nurture it with your feeling, keep the momentum going and get some spiritual healing, keep the momentum going and hit the road in a brand new pair of shoe and destiny will tell you what to do.
Ascending from the dissension of time
You and I look so sublime
LA Times will get me on their news – h8ters gonna h8te
It’s my fate and I’m going to motorscape (motorcycle escape)
Away from your lane of insane
I’m an OCD guy
Who has an ADD brain
High like a butterfly
You don’t care and I don’t mind
Why am I greedy for the needy?
Because I want to be in need
Why am I rich in my dreams, yet poor in reality?
Because I live a double-standard life…I write and read…
I know you been smoking weed…why do you ruin your future seed?
I’m so sick of hearing your bickering
Now, the lights are flickering
I’m aggravated by the fact that everyone ignores
While I think in metaphors in my shining shores
Doing challenging chores is what I do best
If I don’t pass a test, I won’t detest – you, the west
And, I, the East…
You’re so beast…
North and South is a glory and grace way…
I’m having “one-of-those-days”… I’m a gemini in the month of May
“No way…”
Yes way.
Walls are closing in…as you zoom passed me…
You broke my heart from the start
Stars of scars and moons that look like suns
Shine upon me and I memorized it by heart
I’m mesmerized by your marvelous, careless ways
You played me over and over like warped-up plays
You played me in repeat…
As I tapped my feet
Against the floor…against the floor…
Against the ground you tread on…
Against the ground you tread on…
It’s all water under the bridge now
It’s all water under the bridge now
Somehow, I’ll forgive you
Maybe…but I won’t forget you
Jokes on me that I’m a delusional dreamer
Nightfall has held me in its arms and doused me with charms
Left unharmed…you make my lips creamier
Every time you kiss them…you make me melt like icecream…
I’m blushing…
I’m as embarrassed as ever
You treated me out and I’m thankful
I’m grateful…I’ll never say whatever
I’m married to loneliness…oh how I’m so grateful
But, sarcasm and negativity will leave in no time…
Because His positivity, love, faith and hope is so sublime
Sunrise never let me go…
Running out of time…
He won’t leave my side, so…
I’m dropping him off like a silver dime
H8ters gonna h8te
YOLO…is a secret crime I keep to myself – I can be sweet as an orange, but sour as a lime…
Luverz gonna luv
You grow like the weeds, the roses and the birds of time
It took some heavy digging and a lot of clever research.
But scientists have now explained in full detail how evolution works.
Finally it all comes together after much debate and so much time.
(To appeal to the little 'uns they even told it in rhyme).
"And from the mud-baths of primordial soup we came to be.
Rising from the currents of a ginormous boiling sea.
Once things cooled down a bit, leaving cells with room to breath,
things developed quite gradually,
as each individual body part became part of the team."
The Mouth said to the Ear:
You there! Get your Butt over here!
What the Mouth didn't yet know, however,
was that that the Butt was still processing
in some foul smelling black ether.
(Just ask Nose and he'll tell you clear as day,
that smell was nothing short of risque.)
Mouth's voice was very muffled you see,
lacking the Ear's wondrous ability
to take in sound.
You could see it for yourself if you wanted too
(still Eyeball was no where to be found).
Somewhere along the road the Head came rolling down.
He had great determination in his jaunt,
though those big gaping eye-holes were sure to haunt.
And after a two million year nap,
at long last, the Elbow and Knee Cap
came oozing their way from the horrid soup.
Once attached to Mouth and Vocal Chord, they beamed,
"Pee-YOU that reeks, if Stomach were here I'd surely turn green.
One sure develops an appetite after a billion year fast.
If someone doesn't throw me some grub I don't think I'll last!"
After such great struggle there was still so much to be done
Feet and Legs were still in a hot sweaty run
trying for a thousand years at least to find Crotch and Torso
(To make matters worse they needed Esophagus to get re-hydrated also!).
But after all that I think you will find the struggle worth it.
What great things can happen when we're all so close knit.
We're not perfect yet, as you can see, evolution is a work in progress.
Things could always improve, it just takes time to process.
One fellow man of science inquired a rough estimation
of just how long it would take to grow wings
(some bickering was involved, due to his ridiculous proposition).
The real concern is however being totally ignored,
of which I think you will be completely appalled.
It will probably take another 17 billion years,
at least, to get the Brain installed.
Yes, there were certain
majesties, which
in all regards are
to be expected.
For upon the engagements
of husband and wife,
Prince and Princess,
to marry, there is
an exaltation, thought
the King guilefully.
As his snickered brow
advanced the courtyard's
jester, feelings of such
gay undertakings flickered.
Prince Alarumdives, pray
due, rose to the
occasion, for the unseen
essence of Typhon
present, the crowd
gathered in celebration.
The announcement of
marriage and its unition
of peasant maiden to royalty,
the ferocious feast
of joy. Geinere
so happily embraced
her handsome prince,
the happiness of occasion
now unhoused. Wine
and spirits for many,
the festive event ushered
well far into the
late eve.
As the night matured
the King blew pompous,
his dirty torch,
a request desired
upon the scattering
leets, close dilations,
wary now, for there
were humors of
closed quarters.
Ill thoughts befell
the King, for maiden,
selfish desires,
crusadoes.
"Dear Geinere, a
moment. . . jealousy!"
The king spoke.
"Yes, sire pardon?"
"Firstly, most dear,
your love for our
Prince, be it subtle,
erasing the inscriptions
of royalty, not taken."
"My love so true, for our
beloved Gods one in
communion, here or
hence. Pray due
your acceptance,
for not, pride your
welfare, which I
grossly offer it."
"Behold!
Though a gracious
ward, admiration I
do embrace, for you
a gift of repentance,
may the spirits of
this eve, bate me,
as I am dishonest."
"Nicely, my merry
King, I am better
pleased now this
new fashion."
"Very well, Geinere,
to my quarters,
parry this precious
gift of offering."
"My lord, I am
indebted happily."
"Follow my deliberation."
- - - -
The King's Quarters
- - - -
Upon entrance, the
chambers of the loyal
King, made dusty, the
air murky, cold with
evil and its hushing
silences. The royalty
ushered a bickering
lear upholding its
mighty charter.
"A baffle, rising Queen,
for cozening upon the
vizards of this unlawful
masquerade. For our
differences made certain
upon this eve,
I will find your
worthiness to become heir,
faulted," the King rang
out like the blazening
fires of the Seraphic
order.
Chasing The American Dream Part1
The wonders of social media and its different applications ...
They allow everyone to make reconnections and link up broken communications...
Recently through the ever pervasive hphone What's app application...
Chanced upon a long lost childhood acquaintance while in primary education..
Going back 50 years or thereabouts, we were school kids so care free...
School was something we had to do going by our respective parents' decree...
Classmates were aplenty when we were that little and so carefree...
Being that many, some were invariably great company and others were on the periphery...
Now that this generation of us are all pushing 60, greying and decidedly growing old...
Facebook and What's app are some social media aids we indulge among friends so old...
Little wonder we are like scattered oats, prospering all over the globe...
Many of us are already dotting GrandParents and savoring our golden years...
A few adventurous souls have conquered distances, seas and the oceans...
They are no longer residing here in Bolehland, the motherland where they were born....
These adventurous ones are now Australians, Singaporeans and one is even in Kiwiland...
And of course, a few are living the American Dream, lapping it up in the Land of the Free...
Now, at the present moment in history, Bolehland here is far from rosy...
Our currency, thankfully it is stabilised temporarily, has fallen considerably...
The political situation is a tumultuous one with frequent spats of public bickering...
The ruling party appears less than satisfactory and perceived to be corrupted and less than worthy...
The common people, the rakyat, are understandably far from happy....
From the onslaught of removed subsidies, new taxes and heightened cost of living ...
So things are far from rosy here in Bolehland, very much unlike the fabled American Dream...
Where freedom reigns to provide golden opportunities of revelling in the American Dream...
So here's the glaring difference, Bolehland here is sliding down a slippery slope of economics...
While far beyond the horizon, the Trump administration is working towards making America Great Again...
What a difference...
The wind blew through my soul at a vary young age And the emptiness has always been there As if I were a stranger on planet earth Living in a household of constant bickering and physical danger Booth parents were alcoholics and manic depressive as they called it then Lucky me living on a roller coaster of emotional extremes Never a dull moment for my sister or Me Somehow we made it through all of Mothers suicidal Christmas's And Father's leaving us for greener pastures Father finally died stepping in front of a car one drunken moonless night And mother died in an apartment fire that she set with a dropped cigaret As for me I was a cutter after losing a leg in Viet Nam I I think I really wanted to die once but maybe I was screaming for help I am speaking of this now for anyone who is on the edge Come back to us we love you And I swear to you the pain will pass or at least fade into the background And you can and will smile again The truth is you must become what your looking for
There is so much division going on in this country, especially with this election and the White House and Biden and Trump and the Republicans and so forth. OMG, why does everything have to be so competitive and challenging amongst our own country. So many disagreements, lies and heated arguments to prove who’s right and who’s better. It seems to be more about control than anything, but where is the integrity?
In this country it’s like people want to “control” a woman’s right to decide what’s best for HER body. Then you have one candidate saying immigrants are coming to take “Black Jobs.” What’s a “Black Job” in America? I so wanna know. That is such a divisive statement.
It’s 2024, there definitely need to be some changes to some of these laws and especially the requirements to the terms and conditions for eligibility for the presidency and also when it comes to our states, because when you have “some” states that do what they want and some abide by the laws and some don’t, then that’s not united.
I literally wrote about this 4 years ago in 2020 called “The United States of America,” and here we are 4 years later, still divided.
Why are we even called the “United States” when nothing about us is united? Truth be told, since the name has no meaning (and it doesn't), because we are so divided and we can’t be united and divided at the same time, then we should just be called “States.”
Better yet, we should just change our name to “VERSUS.” Yes Versus, because it’s the Republicans versus the Democrats, the blacks versus the whites, the rich versus the poor, good versus evil, right versus wrong, Biden versus Trump, lies versus truth, words versus actions, us versus them, power versus performance, strength versus weaknesses, love versus hate, better versus worse, Red states versus Blue states…
It shouldn’t even be called Red, White and Blue, it should be Red, White and Through, cause I’m so through with all the friction, war of words and bickering. It is such a disgrace and it’s embarrassing. I bet other countries are looking at us shaking their head and saying, “whew chile!” It’s like they are watching a low budget movie on tv, Season 10, Episode 8, smh.
Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Should turning back in vengeance be the Dead Man’s qualm
Though even as the end nears the comfort of proffered pardon
Will in no way replace the sacrifices to expunge the burden
Sure everyone wreaks harm by chance or through ignorance
During those moments when control depends on circumstance
The way the chips fall is not a matter for individual call
Is not that the way centillions of quarks knock into it all
Do the Dead turn back to set right their splintered houses
Or do the worlds keep spinning guided by original causes
Tell not the man whose wits desert him what’s really wrong
The punishment the Dead incur is a judgement well foregone
He who turns self-righteously around to avenge or to meddle
To set right the world’s injustices in the Manichean treadle
Might earn himself a life’s sentence to roam all over again
Dead people walking numb through friendless terrain
All they may be able to do is to warn you of a fiddle
Of some danger sapping your strength the key to a riddle
Even if friends and relatives who betrayed your confidence
Will cling to spurious justifications ever through repentance
Think not of the lives milling lost in the neck of your clouds
Is there no end to ramifications vilifications in livelihoods
Do the Dead take along with them the history of their lives
And in which distant sibling planet are they stored in archives
If only it were as easy as to look up and wish them all away
What good can this earth be with us all dead in it anyway
Bickering for pieces of molten land pieces of names in decay
Metals and rock on fire hurtling down minuscule Milky Way
What need has the Maker for such a vast and roving Empire
Even children give up playing with trains and coaches on fire
Do the Dead renew passports before entering galactic spaces
Or do they coddle up in comfort in inalienable birth-places
Wouldn’t our world be some thing else but for this baffling secret
The foregone fate of earth-born gods if it weren’t for this regret.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Alright listen, when it comes to relationships and marriages
There are NO rules and do’s
There is a way to win, yet you choose the way to lose
For many years I have observed you so
You are eager to marry, yet quick to let go
Some women, some women are so immature
And so very often you’re insecure
If your man wants to relax and watch sports at his will
Then you need to go watch Netflix and chill
“That’s all you wanna do is play the game”
You want the man home, but you fuss and complain
It’s obvious he wants quiet time alone
Keep up with the foolishness and watch he be gone
If he was my man, at home he’ll stay
I’ll buy him 2 or 3 more games to play
Men are tired of hearing you fuss
They start to look at you with disgust
The bitterness, the jealousy, the lack of trust, the anger
The harsh words spoken often tend to linger
The nagging and bickering can become sickening
At times men are aggravating, oh believe you me
And there will definitely be times the both of you disagree
But you my friend at times, you tend to make it hard
Your negative way of thinking, you should totally disregard
Everything is not always a woman’s fault I must say
Men too can be the reason why the woman walks away
Relationships and marriages, babies and carriages
Life can suddenly turn into a mess
And leave you overwhelmed feeling much stress
You both have to stand the rain and whether the course
Or call it quits and get a divorce
And once it ends, you start another
With hidden wounds under the cover
“Till death do you part,” that means the rest of your life
Yall chose to get married and he made you the wife
So be each other's helpmate, support system and friend
Love will have its ups and downs, but true love will never end
Happiness is something only you two can choose
You walk the path of longevity and wear your own shoes
You write your own love story, there are no books to read
You, your mate and God is truly all you need
To the men - Don’t be so quick to look for love elsewhere, all you need is all at home. Be patient with her, your woman so loves you, learn to love her back.
To the women - CHILL