Long Chaser Poems
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You are excited in a one silly date,
I guess that’s the reason why you so want to break.
Circumstantial thoughts are playing in my mind,
Feels like I’m shredded with hasty machines of grind.
You are never ever now longer part of me,
I can’t be like a joke in a romantic comedy.
I saw you smiling with somebody else,
Pain of countless thorns is quite rotten if smells.
I know I can’t be as good as anyone in this city,
You abruptly snubbed me when you heard my scream silently,
I am a hopeless pick-crashing chaser,
Bounded with hopes and wishing if we could still be together.
I have no courage to tell these things to anyone,
You are a hiding cheater who can never ever be my special someone.
I can’t be like a joke at the end of this love story,
Heart breaks are oozing and are terribly gory.
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of a Forgiving Challenge
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2019 September 23
I just found out.....
Well, I don't know how to say it?
Would you think less of me
If I say just the way it is?
I thought I was a Macho man,
A rollicking Romeo,
A lusting Lothario, A libertine,
A Don Juan, A Casanova,
A raving stud, A flirt,
A prowling philanderer, A womanizer,
A playboy, A skirt chaser, A lecher;
But by golly, I am none of the above!
I found.....
I am .... Well, I am,
I am GAY!
Aha! Gotcha!! Not so fast!!!
I mean HAPPY!
I am a HAPPY MAN!
~A Brian Strand Contest.
"Make their jaws drop" contest by FJ Thomas
Now since most women, Asians, Ricans
And the rest of the white America
Don’t understand why niggas do what they do
I've done a lil observation so...allow me to tell you.
Now as far us blacks can look back
We thought God overlooked us wit blessings
So over the years of oppression
We chose to rebel & fade to black
And truth be told you can't change the past
So when this world hits us wit uppercuts
We came even harder wit flurries of hooks & jabs.
Now as far as why most niggas be robbing,
Stealing, and killing is kinda hard to explain
Maybe because we ain't never had much
In this world so we'd figure we could change the game
Or maybe because most these employers
Won’t even think about giving a nigga a second chance
So that’s why you see niggaz posted on the block
Wit a pack in their D-Boy stance.
I then lived that thug lifestyle so
I know true niggaz blood in blood out
just a typical paper chaser back then
Robberies & home invasions
we get the money get in get out
Racism still exist, you know why
They still be hanging black bodies in the south
Problem is no matter how hard they try to kill us
We coming to hard to ever have a drought.
Last but not least every woman
Is just dying to know why most niggas cheat
Truth be told most these niggas ain't
Real so as far as a relationship they can't hold it
So they just b!tch up & fold
These niggas can't hold the load of what
Actually defines a real man
so if what you seeking is something
long term go on to the next man
You see most niggas real niggas
they don't talk much for a reason
true we can't over look our past
but to most niggas everywhere
the future of this white America needs us
niggas on the same old sh!t and
today's just new & beautiful
so what you heard from me
is a brief explanation why
niggas do what they do.
DREAMS NOTWITHSTANDING RHYME
Shape a picture
Shape your dreams
Dreams catcher
Dreams chaser
Chaser is fast
Chaser is slow
Slow runner
Slow track
Track of the costs
Track of the times
Times to rise
Times to land
Land mines
Land white
White power
White magic
Magic tricks
Magic charm
Charm down the skies
Charm under the stars
Stars twinkle
Stars are blind
Blind to a lover's fault
Blind to justice poke
Poke him in the nose
Poke him in the ribs
Ribs of the lungs
Ribs that fool
Fool for you
Fool to believe
Believe in luck
Believe to God
God is good
God is love
Love at first sight
Love amidst war
War against disease
War against the odds
Odds of survival
Odds of winning
Winning ticket
Winning team
Team player
Team efforts
Efforts and time
Efforts that rhyme
Rhyme with chords
Rhyme that sounds
Sounds
Chords
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** down under the sky and down under ME
08:55 pm, August 26, 2015
Having engaged in unlawful
Sexual intercourse
The hunter inflicted suffering
Upon my dissent.
Trained for rapid eye movement
He showcased with a violent temper
And in conversation
How it was for the purpose
Of my moral improvement
That in his chasuble
He designed to subdue me.
What an obscenity
To doubt the machinery
By which my chastity
Supports my collected bodies!
The gun carriage moved
Backwards and forwards.
The old world thrushes
chatted in "la Casula".
His discipline hastened
A yawning fissure.
The gorge that would
Breach the structure
Of our relations
With divergent opinions.
The chaser chassed in
Cheap chauvinism.
The change in this
Chattel's luster
Could be seen in a
Chatelaine's cat's eyes.
Apocopated celebrants
Gathered for the sacrifice
I could tell by the
Marked interruptions
Gapping the framework
Of our forlorn continuity.
It scared me so
That I was not trusted
To trust myself
Or my resultant suffix.
Castitas, intercourse
Or crying became informal.
I longed for the days
Before the chasm
When secured
In composed type
We were the receiving set
Of a mounting foundation.
Now an uninformed attendant,
A collection of various sections
I indulge in mild beverage
And still find no quenching
The deep cleft of my harmed surface.
even though the world has changed
the center of my jolly is still present
nothing has been rearranged
the vibe of the joy is still effervescent
even though the mask is required
the intention of my greeting is still vibrant and sincere
the gleam of your smile is the aim of that is desired
the release of your stresses is the hope i bring in clear
even though expressionism has been the way of the march
the balance and the sway of my merry sleigh is still even
the wear and tear of my many movements may have caused me a slight arch
yet and still my footsteps' purpose is still strongly breathin'
even though my skin on my hand are a bit flaky from sanitizing
i sing a song gleefully with a bashful passion
the repetitive monotony from certain officials may seem tranquilizing
i pray that the rhythmic picture is absolutely smashin'
oh how i wish for days of old
oh how i miss the inspiring scent of silver and gold
oh how i miss her smile and the happiness it brung
oh how i miss the Christmas tree corner and the shelf above the toybox where the stockings hung
the bodies of water where i take my selfies are all the tears cried for missing her
i would give my left hand for a clear vision of even a blur
however i do have her memories to keep the files safe and warm
the embodiment of her treasured yuletide inspiration will not be moved because of some pandemic swarm
even though the tradition and the love within has become oddly estranged with time
i am still forever etched in the immovable influence of The True Unwind
for God will AllWays be the Imminent Concluding Factor
His End Result is Straight, No Chaser.....never portrayable by any actor
Gotta Play the Game
by Odin Roark
Okay
There's this big choice
Pack it in
Or play the game
So it goes with
That societal barometer
Called Retirement
Some of us
Know nothing of such nonsense
Others
Well
Their club dues
And tee time fees
Speak another language
Now the game
Has many rules
Make up your own
If you wish
It's all about beating
That dumb death trap
Called Retirement
So
For those of age-be-damned mindset
Put it out there
Youth is more than a state of mind
It's craziness never subdued
Give the creaky joints
Some Glucosamine and Chonodroitin
Slap on the skin goo for liver spots
****'m if they don't like suspenders
Or mumus
Eat your veggies though
Fox News even supports that
Avoid sobriety
And trip into wherever you need to be
‘cause
No one knows
Where you need to be
Better than your stubborn self
Which is an earned right of passage
The other way
With a shot of Jack in your paw
You're that person that's always wanted
Adventure
Freedom
Your own experience
And just a little bit of
Wisdom for a chaser
C'mon kids of "Age Be Damned"
Time to parrrrrtttteeeee!
chasing a dream in a tunnel of steam and smoke
running really fast gasping for air as i choke
clinching my fist swinging at shadows as they pop in and out of the mist
catching my dream at the end of the tunnel is something i dearly wish
but all i can see is the hour of sorrow that holds stedfast at the end of the line
and even good morrow is bitter and sour like the taste of a twisted lime
but my dreams keep running and the faster my stride the faster she tends to run
like a bullet inside a six chambered barrel shot from a loaded gun
but this is the pursuit of a happy endeavor
no matter what the outcome maybe
and although life throws you whatever
just keep on chasing your dreams
A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the mise en scene melting pot.
The spirited stride of pavement strollers prompted by
agenda.
Metatarsals on the march.
Street vendor’s spooky cry with banjo beating busker at his side.
Dirt pan bellow and brittle strum about the
orange alert ahead.
Crowded car park, careening bus, frustrated taxi driver rank and file.
Backstreet Barney or kerfuffle on the lawn.
Swing sign overhead, a pawn in every trending breeze.
Office block malarkey cutting capers for the press.
New age ante-fix, the cover tile for corruption.
Whistle blowing wag inside the
city centre fault line.
Brass neck
reservoir of hoodwink high and low.
Harassed mother, barefoot beggar
nervously extends her rusted tin.
Guilt edge coin as bandage to our shoddy scruple.
Bag lady on the fringe of some haute couture complex.
Stasi-like security whose bluff veneer belies an inner
bludgeon.
Crouton salad diner has his finger on the pulse but not his pulse rate!
Tycoon in transition with an open brief!
Teflon tyrant
back to the future.
Ambulance chaser …. legal eagle…..with fortune in misfortune their calling card .
To the limit and beyond like an offshore Ansbacher.
Noonday bell
interloper at the scuttlebutt tavern.
Seconds out,
moments out,
hours in a hari kari haze.
Sensei’s of the left filling void with vacuum.
Laboured diatribe against dynasty, trite slogans, empty rhetoric, mannah from heaven?
All this from the cadres of social despotism!
Passage, the
pollinating insect of aroha.
Behind the rhythm of the grind a broad leaf grain of hope may sprout.
Green shoots of bounty.
Latent sidewalk bloomer.
Blossom by default or tender impulse