Long Flaws Poems
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Why wait for anything
and regret unrealized dreams
when even hope redeems?
Why have an awful feeling
and settle for uncertainty to come?
Rise above your hopelessness
and get rid of scary things
that affects almost everything...
what's your hesitation to cling
to choices that are better than none?
If life breathes into your awareness,
appreciation must be elevated considering
its sacredness that's never doubtful,
embrace it without being ungrateful;
if they deride you, ignore their foolish words
and continue laughing and living!
Why wait for anything
and hold your feeble breath wishing?
What would you be accomplishing?
Strip your reasoning of false concepts,
conquer what seems unconquerable...
earthly gods were carved out of marble
and their sculptor had certain flaws
not visible to the eye, but disputable.
You were made of flesh and bones,
you were given a brain for thinking
and hands for building amazing things.
The brutality of certain leaders of worldly power
may repulse you and change your perspective
of this human race so bizarre, confused, and insane;
you have the potential to decrease their fear:
why wait for anything to happen to them
and not let them carry the torch of wisdom?
I'm set apart from them so I
decided to set the standard, and it
just might be the same reason I'm
having trouble handling it, so I ask
myself does she really have to be
damn near perfect when it's clear
you got flaws, emotions that go up
and down like a seesaw and
promises you're sure to break like
laws. So I segregated me from them
like Jim Crow, my expectations are
high but still I hang my head low, if
I don't make good on what I say
then obviously it was all for show,
my vision is tainted I'll gladly admit
it, looks like my past speaks to my
present so I'm still a victim of my
own sickness, I should take my own
advice right, and admit when I'm
wrong but what I long for seems so
outta reach and even tho God made
that covenant with man he still
deemed it necessary to fill that void
we were feeling with a female, that
one that makes us get back on the
right track when it's obvious by our
lonesome our train de rails when we
try to do it on our own, looks like I
should be the one privileged to be in
her presence because with all my
issues I know in her arms is where I
can say there's no place like home
Have you ever seen the satanic snake?
A fierce cheetah hunting with no mistake
A bloodthirsty wolf in the black sheep's clothes
How would it be if you find all in close?
Richard the third, the most villainous Duke
Known as a treacherous and selfish kook
Holds the status of the Duke of Gloucester
A saboteur, schemes as an imposter
Possess an ugly build with a hunchback
Hides his flaws as a professional flack
Feels menial for his deformity
Handles things with extreme enormity
A power monger and it's very clear
Cares not even to kill his near and dear
Strategically waits for chance and grabs
With his honeyed words, he always backstabs
By hook or by crook, wants to seize the throne
Cheats Lady Anne with his convincing tone
Spreads rumours to showcase the heirs unfit
Executes those who thwart with his outwit
When the battle at Bosworth in full swing
Stanley takes a U-turn and quits the ring
Unhorsed Richard cries out losing the source
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse"
A ruthless tyrant with no repentance
For him, there isn't any moral sentence
The Bard's 'wicked uncle' gets the title role
Invites the crowds' interest on the whole
First Shard
My childhood was tainted in a single moment
In an instant
It happened so fast
And unable to go back
Turn back time
To change that moment
To continue the purity
For the purity to last all through my childhood
Giving it no room for flaws
Maybe then my adulthood could be saved
Saved from the filth from the past
Maybe then my life wouldn’t be burdened In such a way
Fill my child self with other issues to carry
Because these,
Right now,
Is too much?
Mind broken
Like glass that was shattered
Pieces scattered throughout my mind
Cutting my delicate fingers as I try to pick up the pieces
The smallest pieces I can hardly see are what hurt the most
They catch me by surprise
It stings
But yet I continue to clean the mess
The mess I did not make
When I get close to being done
The ones I can not see sting
I frantically search for what seems to be invisible pieces
Bleeding more and more
Forgetting I am bleeding
No
Ignoring I am bleeding
Because the mess needs to be cleaned
It needs to be spotless
But now a new mess arises
I take notice to the blood that has filled my mind
And now
Another mess to be cleaned
Blood
Everywhere
To my nightly companion,
Does my eye shine as brightly as yours?
Do my scars and scabs mystify as yours?
Does my smile light up the sky as yours?
Can I then shepherd the stars?
To the flare in my sky,
Does my fire burn as brightly as yours?
Does my light hide away my flaws as yours?
Does my touch warm as kindly as yours?
Can I then banish the night?
To my starlit friends,
Does my touch rest as gently as yours?
Does my soul quiver as joyously as yours?
Does my heart beat along with yours?
Can I then remain everlasting?
To Earth,
Love
To Earth,
Laugh
To Earth,
Risk
To Earth,
Release
To Earth,
Fear
To Earth,
Fight
Fight
Fight
Today we celebrate Mother's Day, for those still with us and those gone away,
with hearts of gratitude we acknowledge and pray..
This current climate where state's see fit to oversee a woman's choices
and pass laws to restrict..
No one should take lightly the ending of a beating heart before an embryo is
viable and get's it's life start..
The pro-life movement has made this their cause but as of late our Supreme Court is revealing the flaws..
Passing state laws to end invitro fertilization which is pro-family.
What is their rationalization?
None of these unwanted pregnancies are "virgin" conceptions, so what
about the woman's partner, the male sperm injection?
If a woman's body can be litigated so, Viagra and Cialis is also need to go.
Our laws shouldn't set us back to the days of the Neander.
What's good for the goose is also good for the gander..
I was to be in a film during the pandemic
To deliver a public service message
From a chair
Crew re-arranges the screws of the room
Seals the blinds and sets up equipment
Makeup lady approaches me
Surgical mask binding her face
I
Being the alleged subject
Unmasked
She bends down to me
Moves her face close to mine
As if she wants to kiss me
Her lustrous black hair piled to her shoulders
Eyes of Zana dark and enchanted
Re-arranging why I thought I was here
Head tilts to all my flaws
Hands hover and hesitate
Like I’m a crystal ball coming to focus
Mesmerizing eyes
Narrow
To find my lines
Thick eyebrows rise
Before conjuring in her mind
An acceptable face
From this
“Where are you from?” I ask
“Bosnia, my sweet.”
She says in a forest accent
I try to impress
“Your family brought you here from the war?”
She gives little hint
“Mmmm
Something yes like that.”
My face gets heavier with her colors and creams
“May I ask your name?”
“Merjem.”
“Beautiful.” I accidentally say out loud
My face cringes
I’ve caused her more work and trouble
Lifted from her pallet to this payday canvas
“Remain still.” She hushes
From behind her covered self-portrait
I think of candlelight dinners with her at midnight
At a downtown café in a cobblestone alley
Knee to knee under a white-clothed table
Old fairy books leather in our fingers
Devouring my poems
Hanging her paintings
She is wet to the cup of my lips
Toast of my hands
Those eyes
My only purpose for living
If only the mask could drop from her face
If only I was detached
If only we were 20 years ago
If only I was 30 pounds thinner
If only we weren’t all sick and scared
If only these microphones and cameras weren’t here
If only we could recall past lives
If only the end could begin anew
But I knew
I had always always loved her
Someday.
When angels soothe you, where the stars sleep deep,
my heart sighs through couplets, inked in saffron sweet to keep,
and when feathers of twilight descend, I hear you ~
those whimsical times we made up names, dressed in pixie blue…
So much has changed since your truth slipped away,
the organic peace now dissolves into pigments at play ~
O heaven’s heartbeat ~ yet tongues that pretend to preach,
are the ones so quick to teach that virtue lies out of reach…
but compassion, my inner compass, when ignorance veils my sight,
mercy is the mirror that reflects what makes us right…
I failed to find loyalty, tasting toxicity through familiar eyes;
life without you ~ such paradoxical paradise ~
I laminate love in loops of lunatic rhymes,
phasing my flaws through the faulty bronze of dimes,
perhaps you dodged a bullet, no longer missing out;
you would never house a sun, should a vixen’s venom sprout.
You were the wise, the kind, the clever at heart;
your pilgrimage through wars of woe was an ineffable art.
I will home you close, ocean-deep within my mermaid soul,
a beautiful breeze cradling waves, no darkness could console.
I pray divinity blooms sunflowers, bathing you in moonlight,
as the Almighty gathers you into the arms of nascent night.
Remember us across the distance of spheres,
evermore, raining souvenirs from our yesteryears..
for I shall not pen an adieu,
this, I promise will stay, endlessly true...
Manipulation remains a popular tool today.
Misinformation seeps into susceptible sway.
Hated concepts and causes gain followers.
Fearful and bewildered as to those wallowers.
An extremely direct approach to criticism.
Implies visible disrobing flaws in cynicism.
This is still widely practiced in the community.
As sipping a cup of coffee to regain one's dignity.
Lula's political career and prestige were in disarray.
Brazil's leader climbed from obscurity to power play.
The man eventually found himself behind bars of steel.
But he won the election again by a narrow margin reveal.
Janja stood by him as he issued his approval speech.
She was a sobbing mess through his goal to reach.
Extremely moved, and she wasn't the only one.
Lula is unlikely to spearhead a radical leftist goal run.
Lula, a leftist kleptocrat, has no place in elections or plies.
Is there any hope for his position in the US and its allies?
Was upset by what he said about NATO's role in Ukraine.
That's not even mentioning his undying love for Beijing.
The American right has to halt electoral denialism.
It's poisoning democratic and conservative nihilism.
And Bolsonaro is scarcely the last man standing.
Even when he's just as awful as the option landing.
Written: April 26, 2023
They Say He's A Loser Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
They don’t give a monkeys
You’ve read what they’ve said
These flunkeys are off their head
Braggadocio pinocchio junkies
Baz cronies nutter baloney utter
Phoney show ponies in the gutter
Stutter one more flutter then splutter
Aussies like a knife through butter
The death of a nation..us all pining for Bazball’s fine dining/opining alright whining degustation;
Amuse bouche (louche with a bag of douche);
Golly gosh Hogwash
Humpty Dumpty Numpty
Total scrotal Tosh
To start (brain fart);
Fish have another swish
Trumpet Bazball strumpet crumpet
Dish of death wish Gibberish
To cleanse the palette (God dammit);
Far too mellow sickly sweet lemoncello
Take a mallet to the Bazball planet (grief aperitif & digestif)
Entree (naysay it's okay.. the way we play come what may every bloody day);
Ruddy veteran fuddy duddy buddies bash
Splash of rash & brash
Off stump chump slump rump
Dash..lash then crash
Flash Balderdash hash
Desert ( just desserts)
Teasing wheezing ego pleasing Trollop
Dollop of Codswallop
With a twist of narcissist mist (you get the gist)
Cheese board (traditions ignored)
Aussie gloat aged goat
Camembert despair
Double header immature cheddar
Out fought and out thought Roquefort
(served with they're crackers and in a bit of a pickle)
Petit Fours (flaws encores & guffaws);
Scoop of NincomPOOP
Tasty bit of hasty bullshi*
Peacocks big bolloc*s
Tripe as ripe as our Gripe
You don’t get a coffee because like Test cricket they can’t do it for toffee