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Owning the ability to strikingly be on a rough road.
Need the pride to cross the hazardous paddled rowed.
Caesar energetically settled on a terrible decision.
Cross a no-return line for Rome's dictator to goad.
When they had passed the Rubicon's canyon.
Their battle fizzled into cruel oppression.
Out of the red downpour, passing raised its peak.
Where their bodies swam in an ocean of dejection.
The evil has bestowed on humanity a bleak.
They'll be modified into poisoned minds Greek.
Wanting abundance, they are killing their power.
Projecting havoc on Earth and fueling flames of shriek.
Boomed and dabbed same as a colossal breaker.
Evil masters unleashed devastation ashore and water.
Mores perished, and the Earth was scorched.
God has gotten some distance from man's disaster.
Drink and trust your trick isn't called.
You missed the last outing for no end.
Resting is simple presently; you're patching.
This will happen once all perspectives are tired?
Friends, we're in it for the long stretch being.
There is no way toward the rear for returning.
The briny exit is to move straight forward.
It'll drive us anyplace we crave to be moving.
As his army crossed the Rubicon River, the point of no return, Julius Caesar said the famous lines "Alea lacta est," which means "the dice is cast." This poem discusses apocalyptic prophecies when crossing the Rubicon.
Written: October 11, 2021
Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Life is full of pain
Until he performs something to attain
Each day responds the same
Till the time, is not wakening up to improve the game
Time is flying
Neglecting the fact, remains rented, relying on lying
Aspiring internal peace
Though the truth comes up at fatal fees
Earning enemies each day
As if all are associates enjoying at bay
Unsatisfactory has he become!
Eliminating & Excreting the agonies with rum
The entire day he discusses How is She?
Satirically, sitting solely speculates on Why is he?
More than cleverness
He needs kindness
The obstacle is not society
It arises when he inaugurates him above almighty
Seeking his redemption
While ignoring integrity amidst inappropriate intervention(s)
Hard Work forever pays
Just he shouldn't forget to self-screening his days
From the sun to the moon, she entered his voyage as a boon
From the moon to the sun, he always made her fun
If some scents stir romance, reminiscence,
If jasmines evoke forgotten good times,
Lavenders if spread peace, tranquil fragrance,
Enigma, scents of mild lemons and limes,
Some scents treat stress, enliven, create lull,
If some work hard to make you feel alert,
If mints sharpen memories long since dull,
Does mine make you any naughty and pert?
Yea, summer be when hot we muse of rain,
In cold, mind goes to warm conjugal bed,
It’s hard toil to recall bitter-sweet strain
Of that rare omnipotent trail ye spread.
Yet, times are when in a dilemma caught,
My sense of smell endures long spells of drought.
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Sonnets |12.05.2023| scents, romance
Poet’s note: A couple in a conjugal bed discusses scents of nature— the varied types and what they do. And suddenly the wife, curious a creature as they all are, asks about her naturally emanating scent. If truthful answers are not likely to be acceptable, one has to adopt a round-about way, and this sonnet does the same.
(Director John Huston had, previously to
this shoot, killed an elephant under
controversial circumstances. Here he
discusses his cast and crew. "Wallaby"
is his nickname for Eli Wallach.)
White Hunter, Black Heart
She had no technique.
If anyone ever tells you
Marilyn Monroe was crafty,
they don't know what they're saying.
What she did was naked truth.
What she gave was Marilyn.
But it was quite a gift.
There was something luminous,
something beautiful beyond looks,
voluptuous divinity:
a wistfulness about her.
She was every girl you ever loved,
or ever hoped to love.
Mortally injured in some way
which no-one understood,
convinced of her own unworthiness,
she was checking out -
not just of my film,
but of life itself.
The Jewish guy?
How can you be so smart
and still not understand?
You don't conquer women
by being kind. Dumb highbrow.
So, they're giving presents
with divorces now?
Nevada is the "leave it" state.
Come here, park your marriage.
I'll be glad to leave it.
Making a film - what's that?
It's leaving behind your loneliness
for a little while,
and making an ersatz little world
where you can, perhaps, believe
that you share a thing.
You put a frame around it,
then move on.
You do that till you die.
That's all there is.
The nineteen sixties now:
I've seen enough.
Boxer, prospector,
horse trooper, man:
I've done all I can.
I've painted with light.
The heat has been fierce,
but it's awful cold at night.
Like Wallaby says,
I'm an eagle tired of flight:
how do I land?
otherwise wordily titled: pooped out
after pouring bucketfuls of water into
place of ablutions
all the while skipping to my loo
umpteen times courtesy bathtub faucet
turned toward hot temperature
so toilet would finally,
magnificently, and royally flush.
As ofttimes occurred in the past
anonymous reader's time
I once again promise to waste
concerning asinine verbiage
without this bard **** feeling shamefaced
broadcasting his fealty
to posterior predilections must appear
(as rearing to volley rebuttal
against fans of mine) yours truly
ofttimes discusses that byproduct,
which issues out buttucks) narrow-based
if not downright banal, gross, offal... in haste
to craft something more philosophical
how craven potty talk
whereby theme doth self debase.
I excreted a bowel movement
earlier today June 5th, 2022
substantial enough to sink battleship
(maybe ye experienced tsunami after effects)
laboriously dumping bucketfuls of hot water
insync with applying plunger found me a drip
with perspiration, and would have possibly found
site manager and/or maintenance man to flip
(a rare sight to behold
worth inconvenience of clogged toilet bowl),
which yours truly felt strain in back muscles
as he poured bucketfuls of water from his hip
accidentally splashing water
on bathroom floor
yes your honor
(necessitating poop deck to evacuate)
if thee choose to sit in judgeship
but please be mindful
to restrain giving me any lip
cuz atypical dilemma I figuratively did nip
in the bud, yet foresee similar outcome
sure as this...
once upon a sage, rosemary and parsnip
herbaceous generic fellow sought readership
ideally landing webbed wide world trip
heralded all along as a V.I.P.
where fanfare for this common man
would find his doggerel
induced listeners to yip.
Currency runs us,
binds cuffs of dependancy to us
We become
what we're paid to do
Or transform
according to the clock
Currency discusses what's needed
what's expected, agreed
A hand out is a hand filled
According to job description
Consider a job done half heartedly, half completed
If payment is insufficient
Currency comes with requirements, fake smile tense
Currency goes when done
Society is sewn on the premise of currency as successful
Tender, deals, tenures, exchange
The factor I'm lacking in my proximity is authenticity
Heart warming mode of constancy
Flow of favour stemming from desire, somewhere genuine
Reassurance of supply running two ways
Constancy is reflex, needs understood
Without discussion
Voluntary giving, natural provision
Without thinking, gladly
Constancy is home, is known, trust innate
Entity built securely
Stays
8th August 2020
Submitted for Silent One's Contest,
Inflicted
Israel will always remain one State as it is so clearly stated in the Bible
As America's Obama discusses Their fate, so will our Nation be held liable
Just in reading what's going on today you only need to know your history
And once America finally does betray the affects you will now come to see
God's Words have never been wrong as Bible prophecy has told us so much
In Jesus coming, for who we so long, accurate in over 300 prophecies as such
Right down to dying between two thieves and not one of His Bones to be broken
Let us read about the fig tree's leaves and the words the prophets have spoken
Watch what he does with Israel, with Iran as Obama has found a new friend
Wait for it...the consequences you will feel as he has now started the end
I am all confident in my word as this is so clearly stated in the Lord's book
You better start forgetting about what you heard and for yourself take a look
For once this deal has been made and we are now aligned on the Iranian side
All senses of reality will begin to fade, much that you have now will have died
If only you had known your history you wouldn't have been placed in this spot
For now is the time you'll begin to see just what in Obama you've really got
Isaiah 34:4
And all the host of heaven shall be dissolved,
and the heavens shall be rolled together as a scroll:
and all their host shall fall down,
as the leaf falleth off from the vine,
and as a falling fig from the fig tree
We all have our views on the subject. A military officer
on hearing I was pregnant asked me to consider having
an abortion. I know a young woman, the doctors told
her mom, that with her condition, she needed to be aborted.
She was not and is perfect with a beautiful family.
PREPARED TO MAKE MISTAKES
You saw baby bouncing on your knee
and the gifts the neighbors bring.
Blue and pink were twins,
the sparkle in your eyes
at graduation
and surprise they were there for you
at your end of days.
You smiled
as each smoothed your hair,
kissed you on the cheek.
You’d surely die
then think,
regretting dying before you drink
of their beauty,
as they wait in utero
dreaming of a mom
who’d care for them
as she discusses their fate
with a stethoscope clad
impartial lad,
who has no stake,
who’s prepared
to make mistakes
blue and pink balloons
could pop
on a pin drop,
with no bounce,
no degree,
added to a pile of debris.
5/11/2022
Detailing delicate defecation debacle
Otherwise wordily titled: pooped out
after pouring bucketfuls of water into
place of ablutions
all the while skipping to my loo
umpteen times courtesy bathtub faucet
turned toward hot temperature
so toilet would finally,
magnificently, and royally flush.
As ofttimes occurred in the past
anonymous reader's time
I once again promise to waste
concerning asinine verbiage
without this bard **** feeling shamefaced
broadcasting his fealty
to posterior predilections must appear
(as rearing to volley rebuttal
against fans of mine) yours truly
ofttimes discusses that byproduct,
which issues out buttucks) narrow-based
if not downright banal, gross, offal... in haste
to craft something more philosophical
how craven potty talk
whereby theme doth self debase.
I excreted a bowel movement
moments ago today April 11th, 2024
at approximately two thirty post meridian
substantial enough to sink battleship
(maybe ye experienced tsunami after effects)
laboriously dumping bucketfuls of hot water
insync with applying plunger found me a drip
with perspiration, and would have possibly found
site manager and/or maintenance man to flip
(a rare sight to behold
worth inconvenience of clogged toilet bowl),
which yours truly felt strain in back muscles
as he poured bucketfuls of water from his hip
accidentally splashing water
on bathroom floor
yes your honor
(necessitating poop deck to evacuate)
if thee choose to sit in judgeship
but please be mindful
to restrain giving me any lip
cuz atypical dilemma I figuratively did nip
in the bud, yet foresee similar outcome
sure as this...
once upon a sage, rosemary and parsnip
herbaceous generic fellow sought readership
ideally landing webbed wide world trip
heralded all along as a V.I.P.,
where fanfare for this common man
enjoying Appalachian Spring,
would find his doggerel
induced listeners to yip.
Marilyn Monroe discusses making
"The Misfits"
A desert is a bitter place.
There's something cruel in endless space:
it strips away the human scale.
I fear these winds that scour and chase
the vortices, and sting my face.
Good looks are fine, but all too frail -
ask Monty. Once you've lost your place,
you feel as if you've lost the race,
you're not what you're supposed to be.
I envy his consumption rate.
The one man in this battle-born state
in grimmer shape than even me.
Yes, Huston's the paternal kind,
but something's left him colorblind:
director's name on empty chair.
He's hollow, going through the motions,
painted ship on painted ocean:
you touch him, but he isn't there.
I married Miller on a whim.
If I could land a man like him,
I figured, I must be someone.
A man above me, older, smarter:
I didn't want a Jewish martyr.
Why lock the safe? The money's gone.
I come without a guarantee.
Men fool themselves - they don't need me.
I nixed on Arthur, fixed on Clark.
I've reached some kind of plateau now.
I'm sure of everything ... but how
to find my way back in the dark.