Long Brawl Poems
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I can see it in your eyes
your brain ticks over
search supplies
the lie with fall cover
Because mother always used to say be aware of those around you
their reaction to your actions giving clues how to act with them
so I did but it didn’t flick the impulse switch off
appearing distant as if I don’t look
assured I wasn’t tell me off believing I wasn’t
yell at me too need to look already was
now I looked hard saw what I shouldn’t
suddenly impulse takes control
I look so quickly at lying eyes behold
dishonesty or truth the 2 sights sold
see through whilst my impulse confuse
actions speech diverting you
insults words no filter just blurt
yet within all this I still observe
every week my psychology observed
experts spoke to my parents helped me learn
conversations of why I don’t concentrate and learn
adhd gave me selective interests
psychology one where calories invest
I was impressed my hyper mind never rests
find focus and psychology progressed
disguised by impulse so natural
paying attention looking as though I wasn’t at all
made me realise I’m unreadable
and it confuses so learnt to use this tool
random strange so you can’t work out my brain
I'm looking insane whilst I calculate game
focus on situations
knowing their intentions
what motivated seeing their options
string the circumstances
how and what is their rewarding destination to pace on
leave no chances I'm ahead
stop them became so good tease and seem close no problem
make them a fool
you think I’m cruel
avoiding a brawl
make them look small,
them target me retardently,
but I’m weird cus I get psychology
so I fight physical now psycho probably,
but if men didn’t challenge my alpha status
I would live normally,
it’s them but you blame me not their insecurities.
I was 7 or 8 when I first learnt psychology
smart people only use it in defense you see
If I see scum manipulate for selfish gain
I beat them at their own game
I've known of a girl, young and brave
Not for long, yet it's etched clear an impression she left on.
Struck like a storm, came a cacodemon,
Strolling through her blood
Tormenting every cell it encountered.
Could never gauge the depth of her agony or extent of her cancer.
Therapy too left behind nasty scars
Her beauty taking a distinct cast
Something that gracefully she'd embraced
Behind her pretentious yet enchanting smile.
Whilst each spoke of unseen battles
Her tiny heart had to brawl,
Whimpered too, her beloved ones
As she lay there like a wilting flower,
Fatigued enough to live through the day and teary nights,
With crippled faith and lingering fear,
Certain to succumb, next day or other.
I fathom not, what's more painful?
To feel or to watch a beloved one writhe.
As I stand here,
With a heavy heart for those that surrendered
It matters not, who you are
A wife, a gran, a boy or a man.
A malady as filthy as this Is an exception to none.
With every beam, a shadow disappears
A day resumes, after darkest nights,
Every flame you endure,
Too shall pass if there's a cure.
Let us be wise enough to mind the clock
To ask for and also be a helping hand.
Invigorate those in need
And put them, the lost warriors gently into an endless sleep
I mean was Darwin thinking when he wrote this theory
When I studied Psychology and read this I said O’ dear me
Only the strong shall survive was his point
I think on this subject his jaw was out of joint
Observing two similar birds with different beaks
Saying that’s evolution is evident as I speak
Well here I go again, a myth buster at his best
To show this dude Darwin didn’t put the theory to the test.
I have one example that blows holes in it
Even Darwin will raise his hands and say “Sid you got me beat”
Hear we go:
Once again :-)
Have you ever seen a female dog when she’s on heat
To the male dogs this is a treat
They line up be hind her according to strength
As they patiently wait to make love to this wench
But then a strange thing happens the strongest mut
Is faced with a challenge which is a make or bust
And while they size each other and start to brawl
The others run away leaving one that is scrawny and small
The small one approaches her and doesn’t even have the audacity to give her a sniff
He just climbs up and gives her the stiff
And after his finished and has done the deed
You expecting a through breed, the end product is a mongrel cross breed
So when you meet a skinny man with coke bottle glasses and a comb over
Just think “no such thing as natural selection and the best is scrawny Rover”
This is the best that you’ll ever get
And the love will be the best I bet
And as I tuck myself in and before I switch off the light
All I have to say ladies and gentleman is good night
Right in front should evil dare, no words still,
Even if beyond you bear, no words still.
In market square a girl is tormented,
You can’t bear her bosom bare, no words still.
In public space two bawdy bullies brawl,
Their puffed up prides need one pare, no words still.
A slavish mind has taken root in time,
Nation’s robbed as never ere, no words still.
Buds and blossoms are brokered every day,
Grieves the green garden’s grandeur, no words still.
When pilgrimage-like parents pine in pain,
Stones get worshipped in all care, no words still.
Exploring vast sea if you suffer storms,
It’s fine you braved to dare, if no words still.
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Ghazal |14.08.2023| apathy, indifference, lack of concern
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Rakesh Sagar:
A swarm of honey bees came to call.
In form of an elongated brown ball.
They soon backed me up hard against a wall.
I swear that swarm appeared to be two foot tall!
I thought they wanted to start a giant brawl.
I screamed for my next door neighbor, tiny Paul.
He yelled, “You really have some gall!”
Backwards he began to swiftly back up and crawl.
I gave those bees my favorite Barbie doll.
I had bought her at the Honey Bee Mall.
When they figured out I was trying to stall.
They surrounded me like an angry shawl.
You can’t hurt me. I was born in a caul!
I fought courageously as I started to fall.
They chased me to the French Legion Hall.
Where police were having their annual ball.
I watched those coppers run away that fall.
Screaming like banshees, and my neighbor Paul.
It became a huge, giant, ridiculous brawl.
But I was safe, for I hid behind a retaining wall.
(A gangster rap)
Yo, on the corner, where the street meets fate,
Unsupervised stop sign, tempting fate,
In the hood's wild west, where rules bend,
That stop sign stands alone, a silent trend.
No law, no authority, it's a lawless land,
But that sign, it's a symbol, taking a stand,
In the chaos of the streets, it holds its ground,
A rebel, a silent voice, all around.
Cars zoomin' by, ignorance in the air,
But that stop sign's there, it doesn't care,
Red octagon, a warning ignored,
In the streets of rebellion, it's adored.
It's like me, in this life of sin,
Breakin' the rules, but I aim to win,
Unsupervised, yet standin' tall,
Against the odds, I'm destined to brawl.
That stop sign's a metaphor, a symbol of might,
In a world so dark, it shines a light,
Unnoticed, unguarded, but it persists,
Like a gangster's resilience, it exists.
I roll through the streets, like a renegade,
With the spirit of that stop sign, never afraid,
In this concrete jungle, where chaos thrives,
I'm the unsupervised rebel, on the rise.
Just a short story of the joys of living with a cat, a kelpie, a labrador.
Sometimes they play in a peaceful house, sometimes it’s like a war.
Like this morning, the red dog played tug of war all over the yard out the back.
For an hour both dogs pushed and pulled, stopped, sort of retired but then they’d both attack.
This was fun and joyous and lively, entertaining playing in harmony, peace, love and bliss.
Nothing could go wrong, nothing, as long as the cat wasn’t there, nothing could go amiss.
Well, you see this is where it got tricky, tricky when the kelpie decided to go in the house.
Inside where the cat was sleeping beside her kittens, sleeping like a mouse.
The red dog made it as far as the kitchen, that’s when play war became something so real.
From nowhere, a once quiet cat became psycho, attacking the dog like he was a meal.
The dog had no idea the cat had learnt to fly so fast, using razor sharp talons as wings.
The cat held on using all four feet, clawing at his back, legs, belly and, well, other things.
Shocked and dismayed, I jumped, I flew to calm this crazy, insane, deranged situation.
I grabbed the cat with both hands saving the dog from imminent castration.
Talons once meant for the dog now bore down into each of my tender fingers.
I screamed a scream not heard since the battlefields screams on Flanders.
The cat, I taught her to fly again, fly straight, like a dart, across the room into a wall.
I stood there, hands and arms covered in blood, the aftermath after the brawl.
After I’d stemmed the flow, washed and bathed and patched my many wounds up.
I staggered outside, my back was buggered too, to see the kelpie playing again, like a pup.
Oh man, not a scratch on you, so I hobbled back inside, hobbling and holding my head.
There asleep, purring peacefully not sore at all, were the kittens and their mum, upon my bed.
Did they learn a lesson not to go near each other, to keep a look out, to always keep a distance?
Nope, not a thing, it’s me that learnt though, not to get involved for my own existence.
Fight me! Styx wants to say
It comes out as a ‘mew’
They stroke his fur and pet his head
Tickle, fuss and coo
Too soft! He thinks, Where are the claws?
The hard knocks and the teeth?
His friends, the other wampus cats
At least brawl like they have beef
But his clowder mates are holed up too
Hunkering from the hail
What he wouldn’t give right now
To bite another’s tail!
Adrenaline makes his muscles twitch
Pent up frustration writhes
Oh to be outdoors again
Running with his tribe!
Fight me! Styx wants to roar
All six legs set to scrap
He doesn’t want an invitation
To sit purring on a lap
Fight me! Styx insists
And receives a little shove
Yes! Physical contact!
He interprets it as love
Fight me! Fight me! He’s shoved again
He nips, inviting more
He’s rewarded with rough and tumble
And is sent sprawling on the floor
When it comes to good play fighting
The humans don’t quite know how
It’s not the same as wampus wrestling
But it’ll do, for now
Poem coming soon/In the planning stage...
It's easy for me to find fault in them
Why they are so different from us all
Very hard to love, it is somewhat grim
Just listen and hear their dissenting brawl
The the Holy Spirit spoke from within
Love others deeply; love covers their sins
Red covered my face showing my chagrin
Help me Holy Spirit to let love win
1 Peter 4:8
New International Version
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
New Living Translation
Most important of all, continue to show deep love for each other, for love covers a multitude of sins.
English Standard Version
Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.
Berean Study Bible
Above all, love one another deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
Baggy green pledge..be mean one could allege
New depths seen to dredge vent spleen sledge
Obscene lexicon ledge to get that slight edge
What do you know here we go first blow
Folks well blokes pokes jokes at Stokes
Campaigner entertainer a cocky complainer
Yawn..forlorn well worn scorn of Kiwi born
Ropey guff about Bazball stuff being dopey
Out of whack flak attack now back on track
Aussie stacks of hacks on a have a go retainer
Haven’t forgotten when Jonny went Rotten
Lost his cool in that whole Lord’s Baz brawl
When Ben’s mens’ gall did enthrall and appall
So one trite slight after another in a row
In a cruel crow from our oldest coldest foe
They bestow their woe of “average Joe”
Get snooty about the beauty of our Rooty
Get fruity saying our defender’s a pretender
Won’t ever get one booty ton while on Oz duty
Just what you’d predict from a convict offender
You wait mate..till your guest & great contender for
Crest of Test best goes on a big spender bender