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Child Day Born Monday

Monday's child is fair of face
 infact your ill mannered and lack that of grace
  you move at a crazy sort of pace
 you rush and brush with crude sense of haste
 but your passion admired not mild or tired. freshness you expel as soon as you smiled 
so white and gleam thy heavenly tiled
 you breath a bloom nature flower in the wild 
 Who are you to be questioned or blamed 
bright Brawn beauty  your lips are stained with shimmering gloss his heart paid the cost .

 If dust made you cry 
war on dirt would arrive   
angel he not..
 but your stare made him fly 
mind prepared to jump out  where men have died. 

The rest not speak mountain top peak 
words not heard of let's start with bleak 
which you are far from 
Thy blind eye overcome
 the place of state of only bright face 
that the world in your hand 
but florid your fate
 which is short of true
 as I'd open up to you not cussed of your friendly demeanor but because
 I know you my fellow dreamer

 i know you dream up the godliest ambition
 that a girl like you lives on the basis of intuition that the reason you live is to beseech ur mission
 a quest on your own
 but you will surly know to be lonely but not alone you cry.  i laugh. you eye. my saff of irony aghast at the alluring tears that you let fall but perfect
 you say you are not that at all i try to poke holes to prove you so but my heart can no longer take your illuminous glow  your  mainly a dreamer and a brain in your case you like to run wild you love the chase  in your warm heart the cold world is yours to brace 
Monday child you are not just fair of face


Premium Member Deviants and Divine

“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me. 
                             It’s up to you which one you meet”
                                                                                 ~~The Poet~~ 

dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative

unabatedly chaotic 
obligatorily perfection

unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise

uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette

audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent

unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient

decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture

disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed

in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances

robotically draconian
artistically graceful

Premium Member A Weird Woman

she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,

hauteur cloaked with reticence,

her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable

official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts

Bravado of naughtiness in candour yet tacit

 

“Free me to free me”, rants in melancholy

as  ignorance upsets sorts of sort

Insensibility of differentiating as angels often tastes the gall

By routines of cataract long glare

Sends nostalgia down their spines

 

Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals

Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature

Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers

Finding Mutual grounds for their victims

Causing higgledypiggledy where there exist no war

 

For a suspected compromise of morals

Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls

Where decorum is not a schoolmaster

As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time

With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy

 

First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur

And guilt cautioned not her thigh with an avalanche of showy attire of a seductress

advertorials of “buried innocence” jagged in curved carbuncle front and back

Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen

 

 double-faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude

as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-sharp) appointments arranged or rearranged

Ill-mannered, bad-tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies

Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
Form: Burlesque

Premium Member The Other Man's Grass

The other man's grass always seems greener.
Seems the sun shines much brighter for him.
His house is much better, his clothes are much finer,
No wonder he struts and he grins.

He has a good job, he drives a fine car,
His wife is a raving beauty.
His children are smart, well mannered, behaved,
Even his dog is a cutie.

His life seems so pleasant, a river of pleasure.
He never has cause for concern.
My life however is a constant struggle.
All that I have was hard earned.

My house is a shack, my grass is just weeds,
My wife is a nagging shrew.
My children are stupid, ill mannered indubit,
My dog is a mongrel too.

I sit here and sulk and look over the fence,
And envy the likes of him.
His wife brings him a cooling drink,
As he mows and rakes and tends.

He's always so busy, he makes me dizzy.
Where does he get it all.
Whatever he touches turns to gold.
It's all at his beck and call.

He seems so happy with all that he has,
And works hard to keep it that way.
I would be too if I had his luck;
But I don't so what can I say.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

That Beckoning Star

The Siren of fate
  lures you onto the rocks

Her beauty enticing
  while masking what’s not

A shipwreck of horrors
  that’s not what it seems

Luring you onward
  away from your dreams

A phantom discovery
  a fool’s masquerade

Its promising temptress
  an ill mannered charade

And once you discover
  your mortality is near

You flail and you panic
  while sinking in fear

The distance you’ve traveled
  at a liars demand

Weighs heavy as you manage
  one last spoken command 

Shouting out to your comrades
   to stay where they are

Searching only within 
  —for that beckoning star

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Interruption Frustration

Someone will ask me a question
or bring me into their conversation
asking for my opinion.
Usually I'm met with the same frustration.
I can't get one sentence out without an interruption.
That's when my role in the discussion comes to an end.
Don't drag me into your conversation
if my reply is going to be met with your constant interruptions.
because you're not really interested in what I have to say.
You just want to hear yourself talk all of the way.
Once you interrupt me, the conversation ends
because you're being rude, ill mannered and a major frustration
and you apparently don't possess any self discipline.
We can discuss this another time if you like my friend,
but the conversation will be over after your first and only interruption.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hatred Hatred

The wings blemish on the laminate panel.
The zany suit shudders at dainty muscle.
Sparkling splashes on abhorring emerge.
Brainless spirits shine over despot spurge.

Ill-mannered standards have been strengthened.
Wood chips were deployed to line neurally connected.
Despite laying the fault, she sparkles brilliantly.
Spitefulness, which to boot inclines daintily.

Extreme squalls will expect to be accused.
Humankind real pith has been frustrated.
Scorn and zeal linger at the core of tyranny.
Their pride makes the thin children hungry.

Tyrants grin as they savor their liquor.
Parroting raw decrees to the unhearing slicker.


Written: November 16, 2021
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

My Compassionate God

Oh My God. Thank You for being so forgiving ~

He mercifully pardons those who are haughty and rude
Ones who have an impertinent, ill-mannered attitude
If you believe in him, you should mirror his kind ways
instead of willfully hurting others with word or phrase

My God's heart is filled with love. It's not cold as stone
Mend your blunt ways. Make amends for them...atone
God smiles upon us for the good things we do and say
He knows when we hurt others and when we go astray

My God is generous because he has given us the world
so bow your head, say a prayer, and be a good old girl
He knows every move we make, so for goodness sake,
be nice or the ground beneath your feet might shake.

Yes, my God is munificent, asking that we show our love
to our brothers and sisters. He's watching from up above.
With these lines of truth, I give praise to God and decree,
they were written to extol one's faults in poetic mimicry.
Form: Rhyme

When Will Democracy Be True

Even it is painful to see my country
I keep my inner wounds within myself
Because bad people love to put salt
In a wounds place for ointment 
Envy hurt people's feeling
They inflect sadness instead of joy
This makes people hate each other
Too much intelligence sometimes makes leaders crazy
They don't want spokesman for themselves
He wants to manage his own political affairs by himself
But when he gets wrong he blame his opponent in doing so
Putting ill mannered-mistakes to make white to black
Or black to white and shared to the people as sentiments
The fabricated lies to others broadcast to sensationalizing
Silent dictatorship choke the people to revolution
Flowing the street with dissatisfaction with anger
People shouting for peace, propaganda and rage
Toppling the current administration to step out
But the Devil is holding power, money and influence
To hell with you people as the crocs said
Wait for the next election no more
Conniving powers from three branches is democracy
This is authoritarianism, silent martial law period
The leftist is silent for they are inception to cohort
Became the attack dog to the good politician
Money really hide what is decency and truth
The oligarch are profiting all the favor
Their business flourish in high degree price hike
The consumers are nowhere to protest the abuses
Where are the justice now, where are we fighting for
Where are our the generals, the defender of the masses
They are silent, money is the facemask to their mouth
I wonder where progress seen, good governance will be
I wonder why, I can cry is silence, gnashing my teeth
I wonder where the patriots will seek patronage
Where would the ordinary people will find solace
Where will my next generation hold its strength
Where will our nation take pride for independence
Where will our politician become our true leader
When will God intervene the affairs of men
Where will my people end its suffering, please tell me when.

Premium Member Janus Face - 1290

“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me. 
                             It’s up to you which one you meet”
                                                                                 ~~The Poet~~ 

dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative

unabatedly chaotic 
obligatorily perfection

unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise

uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette

audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent

unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient

decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture

disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed

in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances

robotically draconian
artistically graceful

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