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He landed in my life when I least expected him.
I knew not how to manage his advances, at that time.
His seductive air and cajoling were so irritating.
I said to myself
“Let it be…he will soon tire out and leave!”
But wrong, I was proved when a year later,
I was hungering for just a call from him.
So drastic was the change in my life,
That I recognized I had made the wrong wish…alas!
One regretful day, I had scoffed him so coldly that
He had said “let it be…” and had left the day after.
I never knew what happened of him.
But I’ve kept waiting and praying that he comes back.
And I wonder if I will ever forget him.
7/08/2017
Our hosts were attentive, yet displayed fear
in their demeanour, noticed by our soul,
so emoting love, we let hearts draw near,
that thus invoking grace, they may feel whole.
They spoke of dark fate, caused by black magic,
of demons they needed to exorcise,
that future life by joyous, not tragic,
for which they asked for help from a priest wise.
Cajoling them to shift into silence,
we asked our hosts to be still and observe
vibrance of stillness sans thought violence,
reclaiming soul’s light with gusto and verve.
Affirming God’s light shines within each heart,
we smiled as we saw their demons depart.
I am Indian by birthright,
Simply black when it feels right,
A gender champion through and through,
A Southern Belle from the Bayou.
I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,
Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with you.
Black lives truly matter, the Homeless my pet task,
All you need is Me, you don’t even need to ask.
Show me any audience and I'll immediately relate,
Where's the very harm to myself Ingratiate;
They say my laughs a cackle, but that's blatantly untrue,
It's simply Inner-me, reaching out to Outer-you.
As to championing Hamas, that's nothing but a slur,
The fact my husband's Jewish should that thought conclusively deter,
Same deal with loving felons, what will they dream up next,
That I'm a prosecutor who's never read the text?
On drugs and immigration, they titled me the Tsar,
I never asked for that as our Border is too far,
I'd rather spend my days engaging our core base,
Cajoling them to spend for this pivotal new race.
Vance calls me a Chameleon, Trump's confused by who I am,
They'll figure soon enough the cunning of this femme,
The more I keep them guessing, the less prepared they'll be,
When finally I pounce, then they'll twig who's truly me.
I've got the Party pliant, putty in my hands,
Celebrities galore, like shiny rubber bands;
Money pouring in, donors by the score,
All the worthwhile Media gushing it's Kamala they adore.
As to any policies, I don't stay up at nights,
Why worry when my bag holds Reproductive rights;
C'mon Donald, admit you’ve badly lost,
I'm the future President and you’ll be simply Toast.
A genuine word bouquet~ the gift I give you today
Embroidered in chapters of benevolent language
Bound in book of life, memories fondly resonate,
Ornate in blossoms of passion heartbeats convey,
This gift I give you today, a genuine word bouquet,
Serenading our union says: I will love you always;
As candles of your affection within my heart glow
Worshipping life’s covenants we wrote long ago
Affirming those bonds still remain true and strong
Where bells of compassion in rhythms of love toll,
Wrapped in this uxorious gift are promises forever
Beaming glint of contentment in blessings eternal
Conferring everlasting upon goodness of evermore
Invoking feelings grandeur from halo of my soul
Strumming eloquence in oratory of requited love
Enamored in its presence, cajoling at its behest,
This gift I give you today, a genuine word bouquet,
Serenading our union says: I will love you always.
July 2, 2021
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time marches on
reality's fire consumes—
dreams go up in smoke
Dishonest weights, deceptive scales forsake
as chains of injustice rake the flesh
of the preyed-upon bleeding, amid wild
wolves feeding, soft sheep bleating,
protestor's pleading, jurisdictions cheating,
cajoling, wheedling, injustice repeating—
jurisprudence at the confluence
of affluence and influence
~undocumented lies exhumed
unmitigated truth entombed~
They have their thumb on the scale! We
have sussed every detail on the field of
debris, some so fiercely taking a knee,
others shot trying to flee! "I can't breathe,"
"I don't care!" Why don't they care?
Of what justice is meting beware!
One higher than the highest is watching,
waiting to signal the one riding to conquer
and complete his conquest. What's the true
future view? What more can we do
before we become past tense?
tragedies worldwide
flooding my senses daily—
fill my bag of tears
“Hell is Empty”
As I peruse the nature of the news
the solutions that we will, and will not, choose,
I know that “hell is empty and the devils are all here”
clothed in regal garments sparkling with fear.
So does the touch of Satan reach us all
as we worship at his altar in the mall,
cajoling us with dreams he can’t fulfill
then sticking us with Karma’s unpaid bill.
Thus does Satan take lone pictures of his “self”
disguised in fin’ry pilfered from the shelf,
as we struggle to resist Satanic urge
we service all his needs as concierge.
Perhaps this Satan’s turned to doing good
and in the past was just misunderstood.
John G. Lawless
5/4/2014
//for Frank H.-- Shakespeare Contest//
“”hell is empty and the devils are all here”
Eat your veggies you'll grow up big and strong
That's what parents used to tell little boys
I'm wondering what they told dainty little girls
Must have used some other devious ploy
Like eat your veggies you sweet young thing
Boys will come knocking at your door
This underhanded method of cajoling offsprings
Was quite normal in the days of yore
The kiddies of today are much more aware
The Internet's where they get their facts
If you try to bombard them with the stuff we got
They'll look at you as if you're cracked
Time marches on in a time honoured fashion
Yesterday's technology is old hat
You no sooner buy the latest up to date gadget
When a newer version supersedes that
When will this joy ride ever come to an end
Probably never so best get used to it
Keep eating your veggies it's still a good plan
Eating healthy will help you stay fit
©Jack Ellison 2012
Pick them at random, the best way to start.
The very old or very young are the easiest to part,
With the info you need to get the ball rolling.
You scare them at first and then start cajoling.
By gaining their trust and becoming their friend,
You'll get access to funds and accounts without end.
Tell them their computer's been hacked by a scammer,
Or they owe for back taxes, will be locked in the slammer.
But you're there to help and make everything right.
For a small monthly fee it will all be alright.
Once you get those numbers then you are home free,
And it's pay day already for you and for me.
Eat your veggies you'll grow up big and strong
That's what parents used to tell little boys
I'm wondering what they told dainty little girls
Must have used some other devious ploy
Like eat your veggies you sweet young thing
Boys will come knocking at your door
This underhanded method of cajoling offsprings
Was quite normal in the days of yore
The kiddies of today are much more aware
The Internet's where they get their facts
If you try to bombard them with the stuff we got
They'll look at you as if you're cracked
Time marches on in a time honoured fashion
Yesterday's technology is old hat
You no sooner buy the latest up to date gadget
When a newer version comes out topping that
When will this joy ride ever come to an end
Probably never so best get used to it
Keep eating your veggies it's still a good plan
Eating healthy will help you stay fit
Founded by Amadeus Arkham for his dearest mother,
Whose illness, like Schizophrenia, brain sphere did smother;
An imaginary psychiatric clinic unique,
Curing cursed criminals, of their psyche and physique...!
An asylum suffused with history and mystery,
Though in hearts and minds aversely abhorrent blistery;
A ride was on, history says, to bring it to the ground,
Its demolition later, plot realization found...!
Midst this, like caffeine in coffee so delicately mixed,
Brainy Batman’s miraculous movements that minds transfixed;
Confronting his arch nemesis, the petty crook, Joker,
With his strength and warfare skills as a terror provoker...!
He could stride, glide, ski, drive and dive around the asylum,
Like a satellite, analyzing each little phylum;
Crawling, crawling, calling, cajoling, capturing cases,
He could complete his mission by corroding cache traces...!
Attacks of opponents, like boomerangs, redirected,
Deadly defenses detected, dissected, and dejected;
Midst grim strange state of affairs, like a silent bomb he blasts,
Uprooting evils, like banyan trees, he forever outlasts...!
Arkham Asylum, ultimately, a tale fantastic,
Dashing, dazzling, daring, dare-devil, delightful, drastic;
Bends, mends, comprehends, apprehends, comprehends, countertrends,
With an amusing and appealing twist and turn contents...!!!
18 December 2022
Arkham Asylum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori