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What efforts appeal to his
need to be loved
She answered none
This to the surprise of
Those gathered
Even those in lesser
Standings have more
Appeal then he
His lessons of. Reasoning
Makes him conditioned
To appear wise
His lack of passion
Comes from his inability
To be wanted, only a foolish
Person who needs might find
Him desirable
Making it less likely for him
To have person with those
He desires to be with
Spiteful and mean said
The woman listening
Spiteful and mean indeed
Yet an effective strategy
He'll never know how it feels
To desired, wanted or craved
Might he beg and she allow
Him to take person with her
I allowed him to be my fiance for
Six years, appealing to his desires
To be with me, I told another
If he finds someone who is
Worthy of conversation
I would marry him immediately
He found none for which there
Weren't any and I was bored
And wished those who thought
They knew everything to be seen
As wrong his friends instructed me
Against him and even made it so
I could see others against his all-knowing
He spoke of love and God I would
Laugh at him and made affairs
With those he favored to spite him
From the Book "Charmller listened behind the curtain"
A tale of a wealthy man who's wife hated him.
He seemed revenged against her by
impreganting her mother who agreed to do so in fear her family would be poor. When the daughter born to
Mother wished to go to university the sister asked
Why the father didn't foot the bill, thinking one of the
Pub fellas had been father to her sister, an angry
Mother revealed her. Secret and told her eldest daughter why.
I am tired of Taylor Swift,
Her face I can not avoid.
I know you gals get my drift.
I love her, but am annoyed.
She has all those Swifty fans.
Isn't that enough for her?
All she does is sing and dance,
and is known throughout this
earth.
Her picture is everywhere!
Won't you give me a break Please?!
Kelce and her, are a pair.
Watch the Kansas city chiefs.
I turn the radio on.
You won't believe who I hear.
My daughter's favorite song.
You guessed wrong, it's Britney Spears.
Gotcha LOL
Michael Tor
Taylor is a wonderful
performer but I think
they overcharge at her
concerts and parents
foot the bill for their
teenage kids...
Michael Tor
....more crap rap....
This world is changing,
Rearranging
People don't seem to care
Maybe they just Don't dare
Leaders
just bottom feeders
The bad seeders
Thinking they know what's best
We the people, are the rest.
We foot the bill
And have had our fill.
You want to start a war
And what's more
We the people are the ones you send into fight
Ain't right.
You just sit in that chair
Don't care
We go and die,
Our families cry
We are no longer free
That's how it really be.
Can't you see
No body speaks true
Afraid your gonna sue
Tax us till we have nothing to give
This is how we're expected to live
Freedom is gone, it's no longer here
I'm starting to have some rising fear
Unarming us, taking our rights ,a little more each time.
This makes for a scary sounding little rhythm
Taking peoples God out of their school
Now that just ain't cool
Fool
And we are too late
It now becomes our fate.
Everyone loosing their vocation
No need for a vacation
Vaccines , here maybe you'll grow a tail
Maybe that didn't go over so well
Too many survive
Too many left alive
All that jive
You could do better than that
As your egos grow fat
Your words of hate,
Maybe this time they seal our fate
Too many people to feed .
With war, the population they get too weed
We the people, fit the bill
That is the political will
The weak they purge
And a new world appears out of the old
Lives sold
For the better of one and all
We the people , we have to fall
This is what I see
This is how it really be.
No one's no longer free
I revised a poem written
January twenty second
last year – two thousand twenty one
regarding gratitude for Medicare
Insurance to foot the bill
concerning ability to heal
courtesy immune system
undergoing toe till agency
or closest approximation thereof
impossible mission to undergo
one hundred percent protection
against contracting deadly illness,
viz latest epidemic impacting civilization.
Here at Highland Manor Apartments
Saturday January twenty third,
two thousand and twenty one,
I attest yours truly
received the first (of four)
inoculations to stave off
getting COVID-19,
thus mine poetic title
might not seem absurd.
Wednesday February third
and Friday October twenty second
same year as above
witnessed himself receiving
second and third injections respectively
to diminish vulnerability
contracting transmissible pathogen.
Today Wednesday April sixth
two thousand twenty two
poet of Perkiomen Valley
received the fourth
bringing him up to date
(or speed if you prefer druggist's lingo)
with Center for disease
control recommendations.
Aforementioned stance toward death
(meaning taking preventative measures
to live healthy existence)
obviously avoid Saturday night fever
regarding desire Stayin' Alive
and most oppressive
when mine mental, physical
and/or spiritual yours truly
takes a (swan) dive
analogous where bajillion bees
swarm from their hive.
Linkedin with well known poem by and by
penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry
expressed her relief
to surender release
and amazingly gracefully die
"Because I could not stop for Death,"
she aptly crafted verses to comply
reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting
cessation of existence well nigh
as does one garden variety generic goofy guy.
All natural catastrophes aside,
plus excluding thermonuclear war,
where civilization would get fried
nullifying idea viz,
let conscience be your guide,
nor no place to run and hide
left to grapple with dystopian quandary
Lately folks, my mind has been somewhat dusty,
I "think" I heard of some new kind of disease.
Plus, my cognition has been somewhat rusty,
I keep forgetting where I put my keys!
I'm late!, I'm late!, for a very important date,
But...I don't remember with who or where.
I can't explain why my brain makes me wait,
I just know sometimes, I feel like the "March Hare!"
I can't find my keys, I can't find my wallet,
I remember my age, but I forget the date.
I can't find my...uhh, what do you call it?
It must be some hereditary fate!
When family drops by, they won't tell me why,
And, more to the point, they forget their manners!
Won't clean up their mess, Hell, they won't even try!
It makes my brain quake, like that dude in "Scanners!"
Well, y'all know how much "Uncle Fred" loves to drink,
And for an added bonus, here's a tasty treat.
He tosses the dirty butt wipes in the sink,
Or, forgets to put the lid up, and pees on the seat!
My "Siblings" announce: They're here for a week!
But, they forget to tell me, I'll foot the bill.
Plus, their dog "Crotch" has a permanent leak,
Then leaves his "Bark" on the wall and the sill!
"Ole Grampa Gus," yeah, he makes the biggest fuss,
He hides candy in every crevice and nook.
While he makes life "Hell" for the rest of us,
He's spouting out scripture from the "Good Book!"
I'm not even going to start on my "Mom!"
The grievances are many and way too long!
Like the time she slapped me before going to Prom,
"Don't mess with those "Gals," they don't know right from wrong!"
Thankfully, "Dad" died over thirty years or more,
Ah, those little graces in life can't be beat!
He'd come home plastered, and bust thru the door,
Then I'd have to deal with another busted seat!
Yep, the more it advances, the more I agree,
This isn't such a bad thing, sporting this disease.
I'll be right back, after I take a good pee,
Hey Darlin'...how 'bout one more cup of "Dementia" please!
I've never had a one-night stand,
with me it always was the family plan;
I thought I found Mr. Right
seems I only saw him with blind eyes.
Faithful till the day I die
Yet he has a wandering eye
Pay for things he never does
Wonder why I bear a grudge
Craigslist is his favorite repast
He is forever chasing *Bass
See this, yes, I know he will
Yet I still foot the bill
Why does it seem all men lie
I just want to lie down and die
No Homer Simpson you would meet
if you wanted to be with me
Sometimes nymph no s**t or *Bore
Why would he be seeking more?
Promises broke he loves no one
Wonder why I have no fun
Rules he makes but does not follow
This seemingly makes him very shallow
Tell me now why this shouldn't end.
Why do you still pretend my friend?
Maybe I should follow your lead?
and see what reading Craigslist will seed
(100's of replies latter; amend and recast)
I am aghast I must amend
I have no thoughts of revenge
This ditty may become the final straw
Defeated and broke he'll tell to all
What's good for the goose is good for the gander
Surprise goose, gander is making a stand here
What prompted this one to speak
Deceit hypocrisy of which he reeked
I told you before I have been true
Can you say the same thing too?
My plight you see is not easy
I wish I was not so pretty
Lust is a game I do not trust
Most would say they like its rush
The seed is sown the rhyme will soon end
At start - this time see true my friend
(100's more reply; recast)
I find this awkward without a doubt
Last recourse for me to reach out
To the man, I hoped was true
Before I smiled now I'm blue
The man I thought was right for me
flips Jekyll and Hyde then Mr. Green Jeans
Stop searching for what you see on a screen
Reality differs you've broken my dreams
If you had only eyes just for me
Then this writing you never would read
Happiness found and then you would see
That you are the only man that I need
WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND IN NEED
Every day is Mother’s Day
we clean, we cook, we sew,
costumes, for kids dress up play
then out to sport we go.
Cricket, swimming, basketball,
gymnastics, ballet too,
soothe away their tummy aches
as mums, that’s what we do.
Get up early, pack their lunch
then send them to their schools,
spick and span with polished shoes
to ensure they learn the rules.
Make their beds, and wash their clothes
sometimes put toys away,
help them with their math’s homework!
Times tables hear them say.
Bake birthday cakes, their candles light
play pass-the-parcel games,
host sleepovers with friend in tents
of course, you know their names.
Then, through the teen years drop them off
to parties with their mates,
buy them clothes to keep in style
so, they look good on dates.
Give them phones to keep in touch,
but you still foot the bill.
Give driving lessons in your car!
Pay for their license thrill.
Hug them tight when they move out
and hope they’ll pass this test,
shed tears on their wedding day
ensure you look your best.
Nurse their newborn baby child
delight in all they do,
proudly look upon your brood
it’s all because of you.
Yes, Mother’s Day never really ends
each day a new delight,
I would not swap a single one
I think I’ve got it right.