Long Embarrassment Poems
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I stood, all alone, watching the waves crash the shore
My heart ached, my body bled, my soul was so sore
Life has been so harsh
Still young, I did feel like I do tread in marsh
But then, it happened, without any warning
It happened at a time when I was in great suffering
I did feel blessed, for nothing is worth more than having a place in the sun
Nothing, not even the great attractions of earth for which many do get a stun
If the reason of our coming here in this world we still do not know
Well, patience, let joy in your heart, be not in sorrow
For our stay here is but for a while
Please, do make an effort and do smile
Somehow, someday, the truth shall come to us
By then, we shall no more wish to make any fuss
Only the Lord knows why He did send us here
Someday we shall go back to Him, so His name only let us all revere
Yes, it did happen, this mystical happening
See you, my most sinful actions have been graced through His blessing
So much that I realized that none should lament
None, for someday, we shall all be rid of this world's confused embarrassment
When I was graced with a place in the most holy sun
I felt like my spiritual journey had begun
Now, I shall put in this world, all that I do have, all that I do own
For someday, I shall be judged by the one who does control this sun!
A prelude to a prompt quick-fire affair,
Nor ever lovelorn heart's innocent heist,
Routine good manners nor eyeful flutter,
Frisson nor frown furrowed, though deemed fairest,
A harmless hailing from the male of sex,
Nor yet the fair sex warmly acknowledging
In a casual way that tends to relax,
Whatso… all show a dearth of good old flirting.
Perhaps people are no more ruled by heart,
Maybe, their sex simmers much more in head,
Or male mystique has turned into tame art,
Gallantry’s nigh but gone, chivalry’s dead.
Seems, Venus shines dim in the evening stars,
And lost has its ruddy red, warring Mars.
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Sonnets | 06.10.2011 |
Poet’s note: The art of good old flirting it seems has gone almost dead. The traditional male etiquette, chivalry, and gallantry survive today only in novels of ere. An average young man has turned timid to make even an eye contact, perhaps for the fear of being charged for sexual harassment or for sheer personal embarrassment. So much as even a harmless appreciative compliment has dried down in civil society. Even in India, the land of nymphs, apsaras, naayikas, and dasis, flirting as a fine art has got all but frozen. In a somewhat humorous tone, this sonnet explores why. The answer is ventured in the Volta voicing from the 9th line.
September 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Mark 4-6
Key Verse– Mark 6:50 For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CHEERING ME UP
Thank You for cheering me up in my pain
Caused by sinfulness-sting of transgression-stain…
You are my great Healer, granting wholeness’ gain
Truly, Your salvation-ointment is never in vain.
Thank You for cheering me up in my shame
Caused by pride’s embarrassment and blame…
You are my merciful Encourager with pursuit of forgiveness’ aim
Truly, Your humility exemplifying meekness is always aflame.
Thank You for cheering me up in my ache
Caused by hypocrisy’s pretension, deceitfully fake…
You are my merciful Encourager giving me courageous shake
Truly, Your rebuking chastisement is ready to wake.
Thank You for cheering me up in my shock
Caused by worldliness’ smiting knock…
You are my wise Designer against confusion’s lock
Truly, Your quality standard is a perfection-rock.
Thank You for cheering me up in my woes
Caused by persecutions from attacking foes…
You are my mighty Defender, shielding me from perilous blows
Truly, Your protecting safeguard is a fortress as to You I draw close.
Thank You for cheering me up in my pouts
Caused by discontentment, worries and doubts…
You are my ready Provider with bountifulness’ shouts
Truly, Your abundant satisfaction is away from crises’ routes.
Thank You for cheering me up in my guilt
Caused by trespasses’ filthy silt…
You are my gracious Transformer with goodness-built
Truly, Your kindness-charge is free from evil’s tilt or wilt.
September 21, 2022
MARTY KING
a clumsy ox in modern times
i have dropped the ball only to recover what i did not know about myself
all i did in order to impress you, i simply laugh at now when the pictures of the memories resurface in my mind
i had to go through so many doors of embarrassment to discover that you loved me simply for me
as i scramble your eggs and put cheese in your grits, i remember to lightly butter the toast
the heartbeat of your passion send me to heights unbeknownst to even the most well-travelled astronaut
this clumsy ox has gone low key....and is finally settling down
SHENIKA SIMS
a clumsy ox in modern times
i cannot even count how many times i broke out due to makeup overabundance
i used to dance so nasty and lick my lips seductively
i used to touch myself and mimic things that would perhaps inspire a wet dream or three
i would wear dresses and jeans so tight that i became immune to the lack of needed blood circulation
shoot, i risked my damn life just to get your attention
now look at you....all scramblin' my eggs and putting blended cheeses in my grits
YOU EVEN REMEMBERES TO LIGHTLY BUTTER MY TOAST.....RAINDROPS....SNOWFALL....OH (BLEEP)!
the soft honesty of your love for me got my whole body all into the full realm of emotional
this clumsy ox is officially off the grid....eternally unavailable and taken....HAPPILY!
I decide to take the plunge, internet dating is all the rage
My loneliness grows, I decide it’s time I try to engage
I join several dating sites, cynical of what I may find
Hoping it’s someone sweet, who’s honest and kind
I write my profile and describe myself as stylish and chic
Smiling with a chuckle, right now I am not dressed for my pic
I go to my closet; the fancy date dresses are way in the back
I move all the comfy clothes as I take the sexy ones off the rack
I narrow it down to two dresses, one glittery red and one slinky black
I grab a pair of heels, spiked red leather and with sexy strappy backs
My face is now make-up, red lipstick, blue liner and false fake lashes
I set up my camera and tripod, hoping it takes my pic and flashes
A week goes by and I have several hits and messages on my profile page
I find one I like, he seems nice and honest, or it could all be staged
We chat awhile and then he invites me to talk to him over zoom
I agree to video chat in a few hours, as I stare at the dresses in my room
I get all made up, wearing my red dress, spiked heels, flashy fake rocks
As I try to walk, I take the heels off and put on my fuzzy socks and crocs
We video chat, really hitting it off, until he asks to see my sexy shoes
I panic, as drop my tablet, it crashes, lands at my feet, I am not amused
I grab my tablet, my face is red with embarrassment, maybe he didn’t see?
He laughs as he tells me, he now knows I am the one, it was meant to be
He's holding up his foot, below his suit, he’s wearing shorts and fuzzy socks
and says he loves that I can be glamorous while wearing socks and crocs
I went into the movie theater with Joe
The plot drew me in, I went with the flow
The hero had flaws, the heroine was odd
Suddenly I leapt up and shouted "Oh God"
The emotional blowtorch had let out a blast
A reminder of my sickening past.
Joe led me outside to the cool evening air
He asked, "what possessed you to disrupt in there?"
My reaction died down, the alarm turned off
I looked around, gave an embarrassed cough.
Joe said "There's a psychiatrist down the road"
I replied, "No doctor can lighten this load."
I said that edges are blunted, when reality is stark.
I live in a watercolor picture rather than sharp
Joe downplayed my past, but looked sad:
he said "your shouting makes us look mad"
So I'll go without Joe to the movies, that's where I feel:
Maybe in that false world I briefly get real.
A cage opens that routine shuts tight
I can return to darkness when they turn on the light.
Joe and I can go fishing, that's still alright.
Find the courage to face upto the truth,
the reflection of yourself that needs to change,
be honest enough to trace it to the root,
and never fear the embarrassment or pain.
if you lie to yourself about your own reality,
you will never improve or progress,
realism doesn't act fake or show vanity,
look for ways to make more of less.
the error of today can be fixed tomorrow,
but it wont if it is not confronted,
it may embarrass or cause you sorrow,
destined to repeat if you run from it.
you must try and fail and try again,
if you give up it'll only worsen,
everyday is a day your life could end,
and the chance to be a better person.
Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.
When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.
Life can be a disaster waiting to occur,
leaving you in despair gasping for air,
suffocating your sighs with crippling changes,
due to disorientation in imagining reality.
I've always been in an internal war,
fighting the two voices in my head.
You can't kill someone who died before birth,
so not every battle is worth fighting for,
yet I was always in envy of peace.
I want to disappear sometimes,
bid a secret farewell to the shadows that pursue,
but I'm afraid of diving into the unknown.
Maybe I'm an imposter,
maybe I'm just a Gemini
everyday, I am different,
a multitude of personalities,
a creative charming chameleon.
In times of fragility and frustration,
I wish I was a secret to society,
but I don't want to be alone tonight,
so I'm soul searching for a love unspoken,
not cursed with deafening screams.
In solitude, overthinking is a poison,
so I turn to unfulfilled prophecies -
to bring me back to life.
I've always had an aversion for perversion,
become a nemesis to prejudice.
Spirits taught me to 'be my own universe.'
to fly to the sky, wave ego goodbye,
so my flaws make me shine more.
There is no shame in vulnerability.
No embarrassment in slaying pride.
In the angst of anxiety,
paralyzed by self-possessed sadness,
I set out finding sincerity,
my coincidental half -
but you have always been inside me.
When I finally opened my eyes,
I felt alive.
Lust is a mute assassin,
a terminal sickness.
Love is like a fever,
it leaves you speechless.
I used to idolise silence,
but now I'm a slave to consciousness.
Oh my sentient soul,
we are unrhymed verses,
our lives a living rough draft.
Decorate me with your ink,
complete me with your conclusion,
as you are the music playing on loop.
Let them say we are mad as we dance,
lost in lyrics only we can hear.
The best writters write about what they know
So i was told or so the story goes
So what better then to write about than one's very own family and lasting memories
So let me start by saying this is neither a good or happy one to tell
And to this day still leaves a bitter taste and so many questions left unanswered
And is about or revolves around the treatment of my grandad by his only son
My Mum is one of 2 children 7 year's older than her younger brother Thomas
Who used to visit his daughter lisa
regularly who lived right next door adjacent to his childhood home
And when seeing him pulling up the smile upon my granddad face as he used to think our Thomas will be calling in to see us when he is done only to be replaced by pain and embarrassment when he cruely drove away
People used to say and it was widely thought or known in jest that i was my granddads favorite
But i knew that sadly wasn't true and
my place when he looked right through me and nothing i could do say could reconcile his broken heart
Luckily my Mum came home to live and look after her father and nursed him until the day he died when he eventually called in
The prodigal son then returned with will in hand
to take over proceedings from here on in
Better late than never i suppose ?
Oh yeah that's right
Sorry that phrase does not apply
in this case
As to why you let him die or go to his
grave without explaing ?
What exactly he could have done so wrong
to have had such a bitter vindictive son ?
Just how cruel and careless can 1 human be to another
than not to afford them 1 single moment of your precious time
No final word no venting no getting off your chest
no restitution no absolution
You used to go out with his best friend for a pint
to the pub for a drink but never invited him
And told your sister upon her arrival back to look after him
you can come and stay with us you can't stay with him his house is not liveable in
You through whom i ended up buying and owning the deeds to your family home because that you grew up in as a child
because you valued money and wanted your share and half
Who you eventually came to realize that which you prize
I now own i will never sell back to thee
Because what you did to my granddad your father was
genuinely unforgivable
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit