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Oh, the vicarious thrill of watching it unfold.
Something I could never do, I never had the courage.
Yet, there she stood, alone, a raven haired beauty
Silken strands of delicacy, caressing her shoulders
Something to exult, to worship, at least from afar.
And then he came in, as dashing as one would expect.
The chasm between dapper and dashing and
modest and mousy, too much to bridge.
No night club was dark enough to compensate
and so I just watched.
I watched him approach her, the impetus to do so
as natural for him as combing his wavy blond curls.
His dress and his manner clamored of opulence.
And yet, she seemed to resist.
Had she tasted this brand before.
Had she already been just another bauble
or conquest, meant only to adorn.
Embarrassed that she caught my gaze,
I turned, just as she smiled
Could it be that that such grace and beauty
could have an eye for me.
It was not mockery I saw in her grin.
Perhaps courage will find me yet
and lessons learned will ensure a thrill of my own.
Though few of us "sigh like furnace
with ballads made our mistress's eyebrow"
these days . . .
a poem is still as good as a bunch of flowers
when it comes to expressing our feelings
about a lady we like.
A poem is rather like a woman, come to think.
A good poem may have a pleasing form,
or by inner virtues compensate for this.
A good poem does not reveal too much at once
But leaves a lot to imagination's powers.
Rather it teases without being coquettish.
It is reticent but not prudish,
for a poem that gives nothing away
may well end up on the shelf.
A good poem is not unapproachable, remote,
like some model with a past.
Too much logic jars in poems, too.
Smooth rhymes can be a shade too glib.
A good poem saves from complacency
Without haranguing day and night.
It can, of course, be taken to bed.
It wife-like serves us food for thought
and tells home truths with good intent.
Grandma's Pets
My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend
He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales
Once they actually went to Africa
He wrote he was bringing Gran a pet
When he came home with a small cage
He'd brought her a marmoset
He opened up the cage
And up the curtains it did run
The curtains tore, granda laughed,
Grandma didn't think it fun
She said it had to go
So to the pet shop Granda went
He returned without the Monkey
And to ‘Coventry’ he was sent
Granda apologised and said
that he would compensate
Next day he bought Gran Tip,a cat
Bimbo, the budgie, feared its fate
He'd run up and down his ladder
And his cuttlefish he would gnaw
He took one look at Tip and thought
'I've not seen you before'
One day he pecked his bell so hard
The clapper fell out onto the floor
No matter how much he pecked it
That bell would ring no more
Bimbo, I’d known since a little girl
He lived to a good age
I still remember that fateful day
I found him lifeless in his cage
Tip lived till he was seven
Many kittens he would father
Mrs Thomas would bang on the door
And get in a right lather
“Your Tip's been paying visits
To my precious tabby Pip.
If you don't keep him in
I'll see to it he has ‘the snip'”
After Tip came Ruff the dog
A cairn terrier with his papers
We would laugh so many times
At his little doggie capers
There were two unbuttered teacakes
Sitting on a plate
Mum went to fetch the butter
She came back to an empty plate
Ruff was looking sheepish
Crumbs all around his chin
The cute expression on his furry face
I could swear it was a grin
We lost Ruff when he was eight
Poison in his canned dog food
If that had happened now
The manufacturer we'd have sued
Grandma put her foot down
And told Granda “No more pets”
She missed them all
Well most of them
But not the marmoset
Negotiation is a tool and those who reject it is a fool, you must go back to the negotiation table to find out if the proposal is able. You must read every detail of it and be careful not to toss it in ditch. This will be your last chance to get it right before nature starts rolling the dice.
You have walked away from it several times but nature is keeping you alive; you have not read it so how can you understand it? Your IQ is so low but mercy is keeping you on the show. How could you refuse to meet when the people have been keeping you on your feet; I have survived a thousand deaths but destiny is not ready for me yet.
You have got to go to the Negotiation table to get some critical things done; this race is not for you and the angels will not look after you. You have a lot of bills to pay and compensation to give away the destruction of the property is your personal responsibility.
How much time I must tell you that I am not a politician, how many times I must tell you that religiosity and business cannot work? you have swallowed the bitter gall and got mixed up into a brawl.
The table has turned and there is no way you will were wear the crown, you will not return to the stage until you compensate the family for all the misgivings and deception that you have brought.
And when that is done you will suffer the biggest defeat under the blistering sun and all your nuclear weapons will explode in the heavens, they will have no effect on the human brain.
You are stubborn, hard headed and careless, you are not the king, the King’s man or the door man you are just occupying space but nature will get you out of the race, you have angered everybody and no one wants to tarry, you have jailed several journalist and they have branded you as the biggest hypocrite.
I saw it on the evening news how you have handled the accused, I am not a politician and I am not going to sing your political song, release the people from form your jail before the mercenaries come your way, this time nature will respond with full force and water will rise up on every roof ..
You will go to the negotiation room and hear what your negotiators have to say, you will participate in the discussion and show some respect before the dam breaks, I hope that you will understand that you must pay your debt before I go away.
Skimming the surface of whats underneath...
The ugliness below full of secrets you keep.
Shallowness in depths of which you'll drown...
Forsaken your lies... the jewels of your crown.
Imagery and reflection of which you seek...
Your mirrored canvas is nothing but weak!
You paint a picture of beauty and flare...
But your soul bears all... and it's empty in there!
Morality and ethics are foreign to you...
In living a fantasy... you do as you do.
Like all others, your day will come...
Karma will compensate for all that's done.
So the path you take will be your reward...
Is this a payment you can really afford?
You can't turn back time for the damage that's done...
But correcting your ways is half a battle won!
I am the keeper of the cauldron,
Where a potion I do make.
A potion of wisdom and knowledge
For my son, Afgddu, to take.
My daughter Crearwy, born of light,
Fair and lovely is she.
My son, so dark and malevolent,
Was offensive for the eye to see
For one year I have been preparing a brew
To give wisdom and prophecy
As a gift to my son to compensate
For the ugliness that is he.
My powers of wisdom and prophecy
I would, with my son, share.
To give to him when the moon is full,
From the cauldron waiting there.
My servant, Gwion, was stirring the pot
And best laid plans went awry.
On himself he spilled the potion
And with his new found wisdom, did fly.
For Gwion has fled, he knows I give chase
And he hides in many forms.
But I change as well as I hunt him down
And I've become the hen, to his corn.
SHE ASKS
A NECESSITY TO BE LOVED: AND LIKED AND
EVEN ADORNED.
EACH OCCURANCE OF TOGETHERNESS IN THE
TIMES OF CONCERTED GATHERINGS
THEY SING BEAUTIFUL SONG'S OF HAPPINESS
SONG'S WERE LOVER VOW TO BE LOVED AND
LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER
SHE SPEAKS OF HER MONATARY NEED AND WISH-
ES HE WOULD COMPANSATE HER FOR HER WIVES
WORK
THE CHORES OF LIFE IN CREATION DEMAND OF
HER LABOR.
HE ASKS
THAN SHE SPOKE FIRST, MY POSITION MIGHT LACK
CONCERN AND RESPECT.
AND I MAY HAVE BEEN MADE A MODEL FOR YOUR
GAINSTMENT
THAT MY THOUGHT'S SIT TO BARE
SHE STANDS IN THE RIGHTS OF A SERVANT
THE DEMANDS OF A SLAVE
THE MEAGERNESS OF UNCERTAINTY
TO STOP HER LOVER'S CHORES IN HER
ADAQUATE CAUSE
THEN THE EXSPENCE OF OUR TOGETHERNESS:
CONCERN'S THAN DUE
TO THE VALUE OF THE NEED, WHICH WANTS
ARE SEEMED TO BE GREATER
THEIR COMPROMISE
TO HER VALUE HE SHALL SEE NEED TO COMPENSATE
THAT NEED IS GREATER: WHICH GOES BEYOND
HER QUESTION
THAN THAT HE WISHES TO BE LOVED, AND WISHES
HER TO LOVE HIM
HIS CONCERNS TO REMEDY THE ISSUE FROM HIS
CURRENT THOUGHT
SUCH THE DEMANDS FOR HIS LOVER
SUCH THE DEMANDS OF HER LOVER
MIGHT SHE MAKE LOVE TO SHOW HER
EXPRESSIONS OF LOVE
THAT HE MIGHT SEE THESE ACTS AS COMMUNACATION
BETWEEN THE TWO
I went on searching since the latest year of 19th century
A place where I can truly share my poetry
A consequence when one of my uncles had inspired me
Sharing his poems at US National Library of Poetry.
I went to a computer rental shop
I paid five hours a day searching, but it was all day’s mishap
The National Library of Poetry won’t accept my work
It required residents- perhaps, only citizens or migrants at work?
I kept going back and forth at the same computer place
Searching sites for my poems, hoping for grace
But only NLP of USA was at google search
To compensate my time, I printed all my uncle’s work.
Then my opportunity knocked on the 20th century
To go abroad, but just a land close to my country
At 2012, a photo of a praying boy and his dog inspired me
To create my first poem while I was away from my family.
Then followed another burning desire to search a poetry site
Gratefully, I’ve finally dug the greatest treasure and light
Poetry Soup was there, so clear, so big and so bright
The very first and only poetry place appearing in my sight.
I read many poets’ poems and they were all very good
I found poets were all friendly, so welcoming in every road
I tried to find my first written name-poem as my intro
Posted after 3 days along with the dog’s prayer and a few.
With the biggest inspiration coming from the best poetry soup
I’ve learned A-Z poems and from all talented poets of this group
It served as my greatest poetry school for 12 years
My best community and 2nd family- feeling all the love, no more tears.
Thank you so much Poetry Soup for accepting me
I’ve learned a lot, with more written poems of mine, I’m so happy
If there’s a graduation here, I beg and make the biggest plea
Let me repeat all your courses, may I stay here. Happy 19th anniversary!
5/24/15
Have a sense of direction
And sharp perception
But don't rely on a constant connection
And always having cell reception
Why sit back and wait
Realize how far you will get at this rate
If on your own you fail to navigate
Don't give up and keep trying before it all evaporates
Since most things gravitate
Towards what begins to fascinate
While many continue to exaggerate
I'm continuing to kill pests
And will bet
That far underneath the ground it's still wet
Trust me it's wise to have a skill set
For whatever you'd like to fulfill next
Most only cared to dominate
And self nominate
While barely ever trying to compensate
As they displayed a whole lot of hate
When they could not concentrate
Being able to live long is great
And made me contemplate
Why it caused such a strong debate
Far beyond the gates
Near several ponds and lakes
By: Dalton Ogletree
Anyone in pain , kinsman will accompany him
they will compensate his loss
no one will cry in the storm of sorrow and pain
the society will wake up in gross.
Mom don't cry further more, daddy is there
in the sky in star in night and in the dawn
I can see him there mom listen to him
saying establish the seed of love khokon.
Today I promise in this dawn in morning
I will write the song of destruction in the form of a hero
to break the trap of the religion
and will fill the world with the luster of love, mom; will not be a zero.
I will not be afraid of war in the land of slaughter
give me the sword to do the war mom
it's my dream dreams of hope, dreams of you
glitters of which will wake up the society
will remove the darkness the pain and the storm.