Long Fit the bill Poems
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You’ve lived a life of all lives
your diamonds silhouette their shine onto mine
we all have the same time
yet your brightness just eclipses mine.
The things you’ve done, do you feel you’ve won or did you spend your life thinking they were guaranteed?
Either sound like a luxury
I can tell myself, that it was on your shelf, from your very first breath that you would make a name
still the feeling is the same:
you’re the poster children, all that you have is so far out of my reach.
You’re the poster children, your life would have hung up on my wall
does that phase you, at all?
Your life has been fuelled by exorbitance and gold
success is no choice, it’s what you’ve been sold
when you look at me, what is it you see
A lost cause who’ll never be found?
Is it pity you feel, as I don’t fit the bill
I’m the outcast to your white pickett fence town.
Everything you touch turns to gold
you’re so charming, you’re so bold
when you reach your final days, sat up in your palace with so much to say,
the dynasty will sit around your throne
applauding all that you have grown;
poster children have their own.
To know your worth, just a few days on earth
that’s something that I’ll just never know.
You’re the poster children, your life stays hung up on my wall.
Will the poster ever fall?
Imagine trying
to freeze
a ball of flames
to no avail
Rumors of
being on ice
fail to fit the bill
Still these
exaggerated tales
are spoken & cast
as if the dye won't tell
This well of fire inspires
many to hate nicely
yet & still its dam
won't break
They're driven by
a hunger they'll never
sate so their wicked
mouths forever salivate
Trying to extinguish
a fate housed
by the unseen is a
job for the blind
Their actions have
no rhyme or reason
other than what they've
imagined in mind
This is high treason
in the eyes of
the divine
Is it possible
they still do not
see?
The probability
of such leaves much
to be desired
Shamefully
these archaic
expressions
have sired many
Plenty of room
in the ash & rubble
for those still hell bent
on causing trouble
A penny for
your thoughts
on the double
if I may
Maybe I'm being
facetious but I find
these egregious bees
terribly funny
It's no secret those
honey traps & jars
have seen far
better days
Still silly rabbits play
pulling everything
out of the hat
except a brain
Profane tricks
only bring shame
to their
hollow names
What follows are
the tying of shoes
fit for the other foot
The answer to the rain
is simple & plain
It's evaporated
toward the moon
to accumulate & fall
for a boon
Now there's snow
instead of rain
since they wanted
the liquid flow to change
You're witnessing
altar food being
consumed
Stanzas of verse in final scoop,
Words fill my purse in fragrant droop.
Lines tell of feel that follow sighs,
Wordplay can still hurl what thoughts pry.
Wit mellows well this show-and-tell,
A deeper spell now charms and gels.
No need to think too much of jest,
Words on the brink can cluster fest.
Squeeze and squeeze more for less funds best,
Rhymes fashion spores in speed galore.
Live each new ooze of lines that breeze,
Seize that fond snooze in a light squeeze.
Just simply be that certain feel,
Words as you see can fit the bill
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
The Sparrow
by Positive Mark
Torch-burnt quills never offer apology.
Scorched earth policies revive a dead polity.
Force fed intellects give rise to economy.
Those who don’t fit, I advise you to follow me.
First, let’s pay homage to walls that were climbed.
Put in the time, and you’ll shine like Coach Prime.
Kill or be killed at the devil’s insistence.
If you lack fortitude, strike from a distance.
Fiery orators once fit the bill.
Now, they’re a hallowed list of confirmed kills.
Dead at the podium.
Dead on the balcony.
Genocide rhymes have become the new alchemy.
Armies of men show their butt on the street.
Reeks of an old auction, selling Black meat.
Honest comedians cancelled for jokes.
This is the new definition of woke.
Now higher frequency thought has been shattered.
Shirts weren’t printed when Black lives still mattered.
No reparations for cultural rape.
Modern day poets ain’t bustin’ a grape.
Torches on quills that were once burning arrows.
Who watches you, when his eye’s on the sparrow?
We used to hear of “wind chill factors”
From the weatherman,
Which meant that it felt colder out
When windy times began.
So if the temp was 35,
But gusty breezes blew,
The wind chill factor might have made
It feel like 22.
Today that phrase has been replaced
And here’s the latest deal -
Despite the temperature displayed,
We hear of the “real feel.”
You’d think that would appeal to me,
That catchy little rhyme,
But since I’m change-resistant,
I prefer the prior time
When I took into account the way
The wind would add its chill,
So I’d know if extra layers
Or a scarf would fit the bill.
They read our poems, and more than that,
they leave a word or two.
It isn’t much, yet that’s a thing
some folks here NEVER do.
Some heroes never visit me.
I sure do wish they would,
but I am glad to know at least
to others they are good.
They welcome poets never seen
by simply saying hi
or click to comment on our poems,
not just on that “Reply.”
I know we all have busy lives,
but if we post a poem,
it’s much more fun if we can feel
this is our second home.
The builders of community
are whom I’m writing of.
To those I’ve met and those not yet,
I’m sending you my love!
I just found out I had to choose
three poets and no more.
It pays to study contest rules
not after, but BEFORE.
And so I'll name three friends of mine:
The very first to greet
me and become a truest friend
was Nikko, one so sweet.
Another one to fit the bill
of great community
is Jan. I love her humor and
her sweet sincerity.
So many others do their part
to make this place so great.
My newest friend is CayCay, and
to meet her was my fate.
Three friends, all women, do their part
to build community.
These are the ladies who now bring
sweet sanity to me!
11/10/2015
Since my Poetry Soup Heroes are too many to name, I have named three Community builders that I am currently the most in communication with through Hotmail: Nikko Palmario (who goes by binibining P.iNk), Jan Allison, and CayCay Jennings. For me, friendship is everything. Without good friends here, how can one truly enjoy the experience?
Today was so very brutal.
I felt my strength worked to the bone.
My family doesn’t seem to care.
At times, I feel so alone.
All the thoughts of would’ve, could’ve, should’ve come rushing to my mind.
There are many peaks and valleys, as I keep moving through my life.
The devil has always been right there, to discouraged and accuse.
But sometimes I feel he doesn’t need much help as others seem to fit the bill.
What now, I can’t go back.
What now, the future seems unclear.
Then my God gently reminds me, my child, you don’t belong here!
Your home will be in heaven, and my Son will take you there someday!
You gave your life to Jesus, and He will help you along the way.
You don’t need to worry, He’ll be with you in each moment of time.
They’ll never understand you, my child, because many did not understand me.
Just put your hand in your Savior’s hand and He’ll clear the path, you’ll see!
Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale -
New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
This book took the do-it-yourselfers by storm:
"How To File Your Own Taxes" by May Linda Form.
If this one's available, I'm calling dibs:
"Let's Cook in the Backyard " by Barbie Q. Dribs.
If that one is sold out, this might fit the bill:
"The Perfect Hamburger" by Patty O'Grill.
If you don't have time for the whole book, just scan it:
"Naming Your Newspaper" by Dale E. Planet.
This one's selling out, be the first on your block:
"You Must Bring My Daughter Home" by Ada Clock.
One book I've been wanting I think really rocks:
It's called "Spooner's Footwear". It's by Susan Shocks.
You students may need this one for your next quiz:
"It's All About Nature" by Ollie G. Whiz.
And speaking of science, this one is debateable:
"Decomposing Organisms" by O. deGradable.
If you know a student, I'm sure they will love:
"Better Test Taking" by Olive D. Above.
At 70 cents, this old book is a cheapie:
"Hypnosis Tricks" by U. R. Barry Sleepy.
For those with a more Catholic upbringing:
"Be On Time For Church" by Isabel Ringing.
Need help thinking quicker? This one's on the button:
"Reacting in Crises" by Olive O'Sudden.
You could take this one on your longer vacations:
"Destroyer Warfare" by Mandy Battlestations.
To order this title, you may have to beg:
"My Very Small Breakfast" by I. Ada Negg.
I know of a fitness book you ought to buy:
"I'm Living Forever" by Dawn Wanda Dye.
This could be a best-seller, I have no doubt:
"It's None of Your Business, You Twit!" by Bud Out.
You may think these books are for real. If you do,
there's a nice bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you!
Maybe things just had more meaning in my childhood days
We knew the law and we could see the error in our ways
We didn’t need an interpreter for telling wrong from right
The laws were clearly written, like our old TV, in black and white
The lawyers took our rights and moved justice too far left
To be a C E O, you need a P H D in theft
Promises from politicians, we never get a fair shake
Talking to a lawyer is like talking to a snake
To be elected a congressman, it’s really no surprise
You need a B S in bribery and a Masters degree in lies
Diogenes searched for an honest man in Athens, until his feet were swollen
If he had moved his search to Washington, his lantern would have been stolen
If Washington were a ski resort then Bush would fit the bill
He seemed to be an expert at taking things down hill
Reagan lied about the Iran Contra deal. He was a movie star
Clinton said under oath. It wasn’t sex. It was just an old cigar.
Lawyers and liars and political desires are too far from the right
We should have our say and change the gray back to black and white.
Who, Why, What, Where, When?
Take a meme, and make it clean by belief, engagement,
God meme, Santa Claus or denim jeans are fundamentals,
They offer a magic carpet to all partakers into fulfilment,
When we endorse the concepts behind these credentials.
Like god, belief in Jesus is optional, warranty undelivered,
On two levels: as the son of god, and as the son of man,
The latter being the term more frequented by gospel word,
When he emerged as the people’s hero, up for a ban.
Richard Carrier believes that Jesus never existed at all,
Historically, but he doesn’t speak much of psychosomatics,
Which assumes contemporary phrasing and a high call,
To spread medical remedies and to dismiss ecclesiastics.
Crucifixion was the punishment method used back then,
Just as the electric chair is used today in the United States,
And very many people were crucified each week, like Ben,
Some who’d changed their name to Jesus, or “demonstrates”.
Jesus in the Israeli language meant saviour of the people,
Meaning intrinsically from the Roman government seed,
Trying to figure out how to make progressivism capable,
So they asserted themselves in the court case of creed.
So, if we take the storyline stat, then what does it emit,
Did Mary and Joseph name the boy on their first day?
To call him then by an off the rack name - “Jesus” bit,
Which indicated that he would create medical sway.
If Jesus crucified as god never happened, that's fine,
If Jesus was not born virgin god incarnate, then ok,
But if a Nazarene boy fit the bill as Jesus the myth, rhyme,
Then don't claim that he needed this mould to thus say.
And don't presume you don't have a faith to propel you,
That is, if you believe that a man died for his human acts,
Towards the poor and the sick who upon old age, chase,
Were only encouraged to commit suicide as bad facts.
Reading the text, many Jesus’s were crucified at this time,
So the canonical gospels may not consider just one healer:
Therefore if you think this then life can be not sublime,
And so whether you're called this or that is not clever.