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THE ENEMY WITHIN
She’s in there arguing with my affirmations.
She's sabotaging my dreams.
She kicks my best decisions in the derriere.
She confuses my left brain, my god brain,
And she encourages the repetitive behavior
That never worked in the past;
She overrules the changes made by my spirit mind.
She never allows the cognition, of sane
Behavior to take the reins. She reassures me that I am fine.
She has redirected my thoughts so that concentration,
And gumption never sees eye, to eye.
Then she exercises and builds up her strength,
As I do nothing.
She loves me and comforts me
Whenever I am lethargic, and she tells me
The best thing to do is nothing.
Whenever I manage to call in the troops of my adrenalin,
She conquers them with fear. She provides the lie that
My one voice is never going to be enough.
and tells me I will never be heard, and that
I will never be the mercenary of change so I relent.
I give in to the enemy within.
The only antidote I know is to tell my friends,
And they who stand with me can chant and pray...
And purge her from my system.
“Will you point the way”-
Will you please help me.?
Help me, to fight injustice,
Help me to restore integrity?
Help me to say no poverty.
Help me to defy authority.
Lend me a hand
As a poet and a friend,
Help to end the rule of this enemy
That dwells within.
I will be stronger if you do.
I am out of wit, only you can replace it.
If I run out of time – Only you can carry on;
If I run out of love, can you give me some?
I am out of ammunition,
And I cannot fight the world alone.
I cannot ask God before asking my kindred beings.
God will ask me why I passed up my fellow man,
To get to him.
My prayer is to be replenished.
What God has started; He will surely finish.
But he needs me to ask you for help as my friends,
To demolish this enemy that dwells within.
When I am stronger you can lean on me again,
Together, we 'll claim the victory,
Over this ill-advised enemy... That lives within me.
10/11/21
Sometimes
I wanted to lay low
Or get recognized
Stormy nights and days with rainbows
Was it all really like what is televised
I think not, but for you and me I wish us the best in life
Any wrongs we've done let's set it right
Meanwhile opposition continues to weaponize
Life being compromised
And jeopardized
Sometimes
I would read in-between the lines
Gave it all a lot of tries
It took more that fifteen times
Sometimes
As one of the guys
I went against what was ill-advised
Drunk and high
The outcome I paid for or it was minimized
Sometimes
I couldn't always rationalize
The answer difficult to find
And describe
As I continued to analyze
Sometimes
Areas got vandalized
There was scandal and lies
Leaving others agonized
Sometimes
I was being blind
Instead of opening up my mind
And eyes
Sometimes
I'd hide behind
A disguise
Anything to get the prize
Sometimes
I went counter clock wise
Having many lows and highs
Sometimes
The skies
Left me mesmerized
The same could be said for Fireflies
Sometimes
It wasn't all what I surmised
Or had in mind
It was quite the surprise
Sometimes
They would patronize
And chastise
Time after time
Stab you in the back with knives
Sometimes
My eyes
Would dilate to a bigger size
Felt lethargic or energized
Being lazy or exercised
Took it personally or was desensitized
Sometimes
They say it's a sign
Of the times
Among all these enzymes
It's unclear or the lines
Being drawn are fine
Sometimes I felt alive inside
And revitalized
Nearby a rising tide
It's all been an exciting ride
If I die it's fine
i got a ghostly
mostly moist handful of you
i got a mind
that's top heavy with you
it spills over with you
leaks you
I pant like a Parisian poodle for you
my baggy saggy heart
is packed to the hilt with you
my soggy boggy parts
pine for you
you told me to go to hell
and i went for a while
but came back
with a picture of you
tattooed all over my eyes
and
there were hot flames
under my hots
for you
also my burning boots
and socks
this day i dedicate
to my loss of control
my needy desperateness
my unrestraint
my ill-advised
madcap
rash and heedless
love
i celebrate you
and the fact
that you don't give a damn for me
maybe you will come around
change your low opinion of me
shoot the breeze with me
so for now dearest
please put down that shotgun
Our old friend Merriam-Webster tells us that the definition of common sense is: sound and prudent judgment based on a simple perception of the situation or facts.
English Language Learners’ definition of common sense is the ability to think and behave in a reasonable way and to make good decisions.
Kids Definition of common sense is ordinary good sense and judgment.
Hey, Kids. Thanks for zeroing us in!
I think we’re beginning to get it!
Nevertheless, beyond the definition is the sad truth about common sense.
How underrated is common sense; it’s undervalued, underestimated, unappreciated, and misunderstood.
How rare common sense; its use is infrequent, sporadic, erratic, and unusual.
How little practiced common sense; its measure can be called petite, slight, tiny, miniature, diminutive.
How unwise not to use common sense; it’s foolish, rash, ill-advised, reckless, imprudent.
How much better the world would be by the exercise of common sense. What if it became a daily exercise?
Voltaire reminded us that common sense is both more uncommon and more desirable in leaders than mere intelligence.
Common sense! I think that’s what my father meant when he said, “Use you noggins, young’uns.”
With just one sharp look she dares and defies,
You still call a woman vulnerable,
She casts lethal darts with enticing eyes,
And still…, poets you seem inscrutable,
When conquer can she e’en gods heavenly,
How helpless, wonder I can she e’er be.
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Translation (sestet*) | 22.08.2025 | poets, women
*Wonder, if it can be called a Sestetto Rima-- iambic meter with a rhyme scheme of ABABCC.
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). This one is in Vasanta-tilaka meter. Here he questions the wisdom of some great poets who call a woman ablaa, helpless one. She possesses immense power to command over men with the beauty she enjoys. Even gods of heaven are no exception. How can she helpless ever be? Here is the transliteration:
Noonam hi te kavi-varaa vipareeta-bodhaa
Ye nityam aahuh abalaa iti kaamineeh taah |
Yaabhih vilolatara taaraka drshti paataih
Shakra aadaya api vijitaah tu abalaa katham taah ||
In an ill-advised decision,
Educationally dumb,
New York City’s ranked its teachers,
Which defies the rule of thumb.
For the whole world now has access
To the way each teacher scored,
Though I thought humiliation
Was a means to be deplored.
Only math and English teachers
Bear the brunt of this new rule,
Which eliminates most pedagogues
Who work in every school.
What’s the basis of the rankings?
Well, it’s simple yet pathetic –
Results of standard city tests,
Supposedly prophetic.
A teacher may be patient, smart,
Creative or exciting;
She may inspire thinking minds
Or brilliant bursts of writing.
But all of that won’t mean a thing
If students’ scores are flat;
‘Cause politicians are convinced
Exams are where it’s at.
It doesn’t matter if the kids
Have problems or are poor;
The teacher is the one at fault
When there’s a sub-par score.
And now the public has the chance
To check each teacher’s name;
A ranking near the bottom means
They know just who to blame.
My question to the city is,
For teachers who scored low,
If branding them on websites
Is the proper way to go.
For people are so quick to judge
When labels are applied.
I know I’d feel like Hester Prynne,
With no place safe to hide.
Like educators everywhere,
I’m shocked, appalled, dismayed.
To those in charge who pushed this through,
You get a failing grade!
6/27/22
Still an Atheist
I'm a hypocrite for saying this
But don't ever think it's wise
To drink and drive
Looking at it with different eyes
Looking at it with different minds
Looking at it from different sides
All across the Mason-Dixon Line
To beyond Byzantine
It's worldwide, a bunch of little swine's
How is this life
It isn't right
Always getting criticized
I don't relate or call it civilized
Much of it in disguise
Still the lies
Meanwhile evil thrives
Wake up, or just get in line
Why do you think there is 'restricted sites'
Artificial lights
Shining atop the winter ice
Endlessly it's been a bitter fight
For more than 99 thousand and 50 nights
It took a lot more than 9 hundred and 60 tries
Usually aware and prepared, but this time
It was a quick surprise
In the blink of an eye
Eventually it signified
No longer mystified
Regardless if they killed the vibe
Until I die
I will survive
And improvise
A never ending amount of hills to climb
Empty and numb, not feeling inside
All the pain and problems minimized
People complicate what can be simplified
Far too dignified
Don't got time for those that throw fits and whine
Many go against but it's ill advised
Call me kryptonite
The people remain hypnotized
One day it'll all be turned to ash or crystallized
Technically since were in space, are we 'in the skies?'
A void that I struggle to fill inside
Still an Atheist
I'm a hypocrite for saying this
But don't ever think it's wise
To drink and drive
Looking at it with different eyes
Looking at it with different minds
Looking at it from different sides
UNLIKELY BEDFELLOWS
(Any resemblance to the prologue to
Romeo and Juliet is purely intentional)
Two species, not alike in pedigree
In London Zoo wherein we set our play,
By nature long defined by enmity,
One feeding on the other day-by-day.
From forth the ranks of these unlikely breeds,
A pair of strange bedfellows do emerge;
Whose ill-advised liaison sadly leads
To their demise and to a mournful dirge.
For love between a lion and gazelle
Could never end in happiness of course.
Natural instinct means that, sad to tell,
Lion ate his love, then died too in remorse.
Their families agreed to disagree.
Two species, not alike in pedigree
2nd May 2022
Orphan Sonnet poetry contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Ill Advised
Giving advice to someone who may be suffering from an illness.
Being advised by somebody who is considerably ill.
A poor choice made as a direct result of an advisory made by an incompetent advisor.
A mere mistake made by this so called ill advised individual.
Super dope actions or action carried out by a wicked sick, dope super person.
A recommendation to do Ill will in a multitude of ways.
A commonly used phrase that is fairly cliche and consequently lacks charisma and originality.
As for me, I think that being ill advised is so sick that I would consider it as a super dope compliment.
I am all sorts of:
Ill Advised
5/28/17
The thrust of salvation's revelation;
Straight from the buckle of the Bible Belt -
Crusading on a plan of what they felt:
"The World for Christ in One Generation."
Their causes - all so specious and remote:
Ban dance and drink and feminist pursuits;
Then, Prohibition passed by their recruits
Of Congressmen who pandered future votes.
And now, a hundred years from past mistakes,
The politicians are once more enthralled
To recast government - advising all
To think and act and vote one way - their take.
Erosion of the aims our Founders sought -
To separate State from religious ties
Because they feared what then could be devised:
Alliances that Kings and Crosses wrought.
Yet, persons seeking faith identities
For personal spirituality
Can lose their way through a conformity
To doctrinaire religious entities.
Religious rightists craft a host of things:
Electing "friends" to legislative seats;
Appointing judges who share their entreats;
Controlling rights and thoughts and what that brings.
And, banning books the obtuse criticize -
The followers of simplemindedness -
Sheer ignorance at best - no more, no less,
Who wander through their world of contrived lies.
Yet, some espouse a "Theocratic State"
To make us like Iran's dictatorship
That keeps all paople under yoke and whip;
A western styled and brokered caliphate.
This prospect so absurd and ill-advised -
The essence of a Theocratic State -
Undemocratic doctrines we should hate
By muddled thinking "mullahs" in disguise?
We ought to learn what history decries:
A harsh reality that forms a trap
When politics, religion overlap.
Stop tempting Fate with blinders on our eyes.