Long Complaints Poems
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I am going to get a little nasty without ever stepping in the mud
So, pay attention to my diction and you will have the map to your own destination
She is the single most important woman to my being, being that’s why she is wifey
Gorgeous, Royal, Fancy she’s my fancy
Nervous, searching for the words hiding from me sometimes
She’s not a dime, she’s a diam-mond
Life can be tough, but she is my direction for this course, of course
Assuming you’ll travel with me, looking like a three-course meal, baby, baby, baby, buckle up please because them curves next to them thighs are looking pretty tasty
Mmm, mmm, mmm, she is driving me crazy like I am doing 100 in a 30
Grown folk business we both over thirty
Saying that makes me bite my tongue, like how I take a bite out of that birthday cake
Always remember God made you with zero mistakes
So, even when we mess up it’s not a mistake
Just another lesson learned
Think it’s my turn
Class is in session
I’m sitting behind you in class, pulling on your hair like a little boy
I’m not little any more and this time you said pull it more
Never received any complaints but she complaining about the mess upon the conclusion
In conclusion, we clean up nicely when we leave the sanctuary out to the world only to return home and mess it up all over again
We remixed the song except this one is better than the last
Three times in a row, never too fast
All that body is so dangerous to me, she’s calling my name
Dangerous can be my middle name
24/7 it doesn’t matter the time of day
Smelling like flowers fresh out the shower
She is my flower and together we bloom
Together life is a movie
p.s. we are coming soon…
Time has flown away without the glimpse of your smile,A day of tons is like a day of Nothing Without that glaze from you.It feels like my dress has been torn and cannot be mended even if you were to prick a lot of threads around it your worries are moulting I can't stand your pain,your complaints drains me knowing fully that have wronged you.
What a wonderful human being you're,not been able to know you well uptil now is burning the air out of me,you've subsided away from me.
Have been casted away from my clan ,who am I not to bow down to you king sovereign.You gave me this position which many have tried to posses yet failed,dive into the waters and don't let me drown.
To you I ought to belong,give her highness the chance to shine.Her love will continue to rain on you,your love is her name and your approval is her happiness.
Be Great
Waiting time
Loiters long;
Tentative tact
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Unfinished
Block booking;
Time seeps away
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Hazy complaints
Ashy sky blurring;
Smoky air blots
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Drowsy notes
Morning haze floods;
Cranky moods
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Burning smog
Hazy indiscretions;
Madness percolates
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Sad and sorry
Same old story;
Sooty somehow
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Cash and carry
Wind-blown haze;
Free Gift galore
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Smog chokes
Haze-filled lungs;
People suffering
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Sumatra burns
Hazy concessions;
Groggy tensions
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Finger-pointing:
Tai-Chi blunders;
Culprits make money!
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Plunder
Blunder;
Thunder
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Leon Enriquez
24 October 2015
Singapore
In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to please return to him,
for he is famous for his bedside manner.
He surrounds himself with a staff of beautiful nurses
who rush eagerly to his aid when he needs them.
Each of them, whether single or not,
imagines herself with him and how it would be
to be alone with him, aboard his fancy yacht
submerged in the mesmerizing gaze
of his warm hazel eyes.
In the evening he goes home to his wife,
a lovely though docile woman, fragile like a flower.
Immediately on seeing her, he starts in
with his usual barrage of complaints,
belittling her and poking fun at her homemaking skills,
the dinners she has waiting for him, her style of dress,
and every minor physical flaw she might possess.
She accepts it all with her pretty blonde head bowed
like that of a wilted lily,
for she knows that to oppose him
will only result in a more tangible type of abuse,
and he is always careful when he hurts her.
Doctor that he is, he knows well to leave no marks.
She retires quietly to bed,
worried little about any sexual advances toward her.
Although she longs for the touch of a man,
she is grateful to be left alone by her spouse.
Meanwhile, with liquor in hand,
he’s gone into the den, shutting the door behind himself.
Logged on as Mr. Hyde at his favorite website,
he peruses the myriads of Adonises available,
peering salaciously at each nude explicit photo
with wide hungry hazel eyes taking in every little detail
as he plans his next big adventure out of town
and fantasizes trysts on his fancy private yacht
with the sexiest of the men that he can solicit.
posted 2/21/12
Submitted 9/23/22 For One From The Dark Side Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
I had been placed in chains
Where the cripples shed their canes
And the blind regained the art of seeing.
It was a robbers’ den
And as all God fearing men,
I had assets needed freeing.
Sometimes the poet’s muse
Is a bride who will refuse
All his conjugal solicitations.
He must lure to bed
Any tramp that turns his head
With unchaste alliterations:
And so it goes...
He’d lived his life alone
In a hermitage of stone
Where he rang those bells for all occasions;
Like the feasts of saints,
For the widows’ sad complaints,
And for joyous celebrations.
It's said confusion rules
At the Festival of Fools
And the scene below just seemed to prove it.
So he clambered down
And was regent of the crown
Till Claude Frollo’s hand removed it.
He smelled her perfumed hair
From across Cathedral Square
And the fragrance soothed his loss of hearing;
For her silent dance
Cast a soul ensnaring trance
Both enticing and endearing.
She was a barefoot girl
With her gypsy skirt a swirl
As the minstrels played a tarantella;
Graceful as fabric spun
From a gently setting sun,
And he pined for Esméralda.
But when the maid fell hard
For the Captain of the Guard
As a villain plotted her seduction,
His trust was put to test
On a futile, wicked quest
In abetting her abduction.
And so he bore the blame
When the warden called his name
As they bared his back to take a whipping.
He felt each lash stroke bleed,
The injustice of the deed
Set those righteous scales to tipping.
While the Archdeacon's kin,
Who was guilty of the sin,
Stalked the halls as Satan’s emissary,
A young girl’s tortured plea
Brought his fool to guarantee
Esméralda's sanctuary.
In a defiant act
When the rebel mob attacked,
He strained his crooked back to save the maiden;
And called the angels home
With the tolling of Guillaume,
Like hard currency to trade in.
He ran from wall to wall,
Hurling curses at them all,
Raining molten lead down on the rabble,
From the gargoyles’ throats
To the beggars’ ragged coats
In a symphony of babble.
But it was all in vain;
He could laugh himself insane,
Still those oaken doors were being battered,
And the dénouement
Left his ashes in the straw,
Proving love was all that mattered.
Fifteen people on a tour
Of Scotland on a bus.
Thirteen strangers, plus the guide
And driver rode with us.
Like a dance, we do-si-doed
And joined or pulled apart,
While learning ‘bout each other;
Group dynamics got to start.
Our leader was the one in charge,
Deciding times and routes,
His local knowledge vast and true;
Of that we had no doubts.
But certain discontentments grew
Against our Scottish guide,
Whose rogue decisions made things worse
And couldn’t stem the tide.
Complaints were made; the plug was pulled,
The mutiny complete,
Our trusty driver leading now
From in the driver’s seat.
The group was jelled - well, more or less,
And all are much less stressed
Since our bounty of discomfort
Laid the awkwardness to rest.
It's an area totally different from the rest
From the language to the people's style of dress
Kids young in age but wise with street smarts
Teens sagging and hanging out at liquor marts
Shoes on power lines showing various drug spots
Girls playing double dutch in empty car lots
Loud music blarring from a car with chrome rims
Men lifting weights in a yard turned into a gym
The smell of marijuana just as loud as cigarettes
Where colors worn communicates you with a set
Run down apartment buildings ran by slum lords
Where complaints are registered but go ignored
Businesses looking horrible due to graffiti
Where you always find bootleggers selling dvds
Everyone you meet goes by a strange nickname
Where the less fortunate ask for spare change
Well known people grew up with this background
So the hood isn't as horrible as it may sound
Its helps people to be grateful and to improvise
To get their education and to become wise
Not continuing the cycle but finding a way out
This describes hood life and what it's all about
Here’s to all the dogs
who go out of their way, every day
to rescue their pet people
from the impossible-to-win,
rat race.
Who spend countless hours
waiting in anticipation
Just to smother us in
kibble-breathed, saliva-kisses.
Who we trip over and step on
in the middle of the night without
inciting their rage.
Whose fur daily graces our office clothing.
Here’s to the dogs who love us unconditionally;
and put up with our mood swings and tantrums,
when fellow humans won’t.
Who listen to our complaints
And roll those big umber pools in their faces
until white crescent’s show their boredom,
with our ramblings;
they never call us names or claim that we,”
have
“bad attitudes”.
To all of those brilliant
Slurpy-smelly-furry;
Saliva-dripping, Puddle-drooling,
Cuddly, hand-shak’in, Belly-rubb-in,
Jerky-eat’in, best friends in the world;
I salute you…so,
here’s to all the dogs;
may the world never know a day without them!
Sometime after midnight, it had rained
Putting out summer’s sultry heat
The sky had its face washed clean
And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet
The dawn is quietly breaking
Night lights still glimmer here and there
The blue firmament remains cloudless
And cool is the mild blowing air
The sleeping town is slowly waking up
And at this transitional point
I look out into the street
To see a sight that shall never disappoint
Along the road moves one, ragged and withered
His discolored white hair left unkempt
With hunch back and drooping shoulders
The marks Time has left of the hard years spent
Though age has drained his life sap away
He has a firm resolve never to beg
His frail body supported on a stick
Serves as a veritable third leg
With his staff, he perseveringly stirs
Every heap of abandoned rubbish
Indiscriminately piled on either side of the road
Hunting for trinkets lying hidden in the trash
A rag picker with a sack on his back
Picking up today’s treasure
From yesterday’s discarded trash
Things, for him ‘priceless’ beyond measure
With complaints none
He faces life and its trials
Never losing the glitter in his eyes
Though a loner in life’s dark isles
I ask myself, why every day
I routinely look for this man who limps along
And I get a quick answer
‘He helps you turn your sobs into a song’
Currency As Evidence
In that allowance of finance exist it is not done so that a business of borrowing can permit one to subvert the process of owning a business.
Example 1 grants are issued for research not profit or finance.
Example 2 liability can never free oneself
That is to say calculation of entrance is also speculation in addition to conducted crime by intent
Misnomer example
A budget in legislation is for staff salary in government.
Not for extension further.
This would send, will and does create the oversight to negate oversight.
Corruption begins in testimony of observation.
Antitrust
My penny is just
I publish essays
In poignant discussion depth female initiates interruption
Street at "at least I can control the suicide and always be the one who chooses the ending"
At a point in time before an overcomer gets to speak
The past remains
Read into it what you alone will
kevin 15h
Codified Allowance of Entry
Several city councilmembers are urging Mayor Eric Adams' administration to finally implement a nearly 2-year-old law requiring the city’s housing agency to inspect vacant apartments after neighbors complain of rats, leaks, open windows and other hazards.
The Council passed the measure in December 2023. It allows residents to make 311 complaints that trigger inspections of empty units in their buildings, including apartments being deliberately held off the market — a tactic known as “warehousing.” Councilmembers negotiated with the city’s Department of Housing Preservation and Development to begin enforcement at the start of this year.
Staff are not allowed entrance to "City"
Staff cease to be staff under violations of city code
Ordinance from high court is reasonable cause
Military engineering research and requisition of city code enforcement