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fatty deposit usurped
my washboard physique
I can no longer lay claim
as pencil necked geek
mute tinny utterances futile
to write and/or speak
as recourse to cope with
displeasing body morphology
tis good n plenti humor I seek
to offset feeling morose, and
regular exercise regime to tweak
objectionable physiognomy,
would offend classic Greek
aesthetically lean body mass index
even lions, tigers, or bears,
would consider yours truly a freak
actually never in mein kampf,
as lovely bones creak
acceptance of physical,
(nor mental) self e'en as pipsqueak
wrought intimations just short
re: abominable mortal kombat total hate
me snow kidding man plus
loathing mine anatomical trait
invariably pitched mental
health in dire strait
I haint shy stating greater part
of life (mine) where fate
found me beset with feeling morose
inner dialogue tête-à-tête
attributed to more'n
one countless reason
sunk teeth into anorexia
as pit iff full adolescent date
even now chief among
reasons with rhyme, aye lowly rate
being adipose fatty deposit usurped
washboard physique long ancient history
no surprise competency not great
passive withdrawn demeanor set precedent
concomitantly plagued with
submucous cleft palate being risk averse,
in tandem being diminutive height meant
easy scapegoat target leant
convenience and regularly meant
chased, mocked, taunted...
by bullies helped rent
psyche asunder during impressionable years
nonetheless acutely cogent
whatever that might be worth, this gent
laments good n plenti
centsless opportunities got misspent
finding empowerment thru writing only recent
endeavor to cope with
empty nest syndrome event.
My hubby turns the big 5-0 today
He’s still a handsome man, what can I say?
His presence fills each room that he walks in
A smile like his is one that’s meant to win
There’s more of him now than there was before
Yet his physique is still one to adore
His lips are full and luscious, lovely sight
They make one want to kiss all day and night
He is a man who will not bend to age
The years that pass just make him more a sage
The silver in his hair is dear to me
His wisdom is what guides our family
He is not one to delve into romance
Unless, of course, there is some circumstance
He prides himself that he can tell a joke
Because he knows his finance, we’re not broke
He is so proud of where he has been bred
From River Nile his heart and soul were fed
I wish that I could gift him lots of wealth
And keep him through the years in perfect health
Though I cannot lay claim to “perfect wife”
I may have caused him drama and some strife
True to his name, he is a great AMIR (prince)
To all who call him friend, his heart is near
Now half a century we celebrate
With goodies and with cake we fill his plate
We sing him birthday songs and clap with glee
and wish him years as sweet as they can be
Eileen Ghali
September 24, 2017
COLONIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION
SPREADING ACROSS
THIS WORLD'S GREAT NATION.
IMAGINE A WORLD
WITHOUT ANY QUESTIONS.
YOU DO AS YOUR TOLD
BECAUSE OF SUGGESTIONS
NO FREEDOM OF THOUGHT
NO RIGHTS TO THINK.
CONTROL OF YOUR MIND
JUST LOST IN A BLINK.
ELIMINATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
BETTER KNOWN
AS DEHUMANIZATION.
THE STORY OF SOCRATES
HOW HE MET HIS DEMISE.
GLOBALIST TODAY
CLAIM THEY ARE THE WISE.
IMAGINATION,
IS ESSENTIAL,
TO UNLEASH
YOUR FULL POTENTIAL.
PITUITARY GLAND
HOLDS THE KEY.
IF YOU DECIDE
YOU WANT TO BE FREE.
MATERIALIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
WILL PREVENT
ELIMINATION.
LIFE IS THE ENERGY
THAT MAKES US ALIVE.
IT NEVER CEASE TO EXIST
EVEN AFTER DEMISE.
I CONTROL MY THOUGHTS
TILL MY LIFE'S FINAL HOUR.
REGARDLESS OF THOSE
WHO LAY CLAIM TO THE POWER.
Michael E. Harris
08132021
The harshest lessons of the past teach—you need the beast.
The wilderness of future tells you to feed the beast.
Renounce the shackles pulling you down into the mud.
Be as the mud and thrive, embracing the greed, the beast.
Because the nature of the world is contempt; inspire,
and revel in that fervid pit, they screech, “Bleed the beast!”
Granted, it's a lonely road of thorns and oozing wounds.
Life begins and ends in desolation, speed the beast.
That piece of earth you have sweat on is yours to lay claim.
Morality is contribution, don't cede the beast.
When love does come, remember not to squander the choice.
Rise to magnificence with one of your breed, the beast.
Fate may give comfort to those who seek, opines Tashir,
For harbingers of progress, self is the creed: The Beast.
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Form: While the form of the poem is ghazal, the theme of it is closer to that of didactic poetry.
Date: 20 / 11 / 2016
As I watch you sleep
It reminds me of what I cannot lay claim to
A past long forgotten in the deepest recess of my mind
A Peace so profound I could not fathom
I strive so hard to remember how it felt
I struggled for a glimpse of the childhood long lost
But all I can come up with is dust.
As I watch you stretch your pudgy hand
I tried to recollect what being a baby is like
I struggled for the glimpse of the childhood long lost
But memory failed me
Your cute grunt warms my heart
Your tiny face expressive even in your sleep,
Gives me the purest joy.
As I watch you sleep
I ponder the world you inhabit
Who really can know the world you inhabit
Who knows the dream you dreamt
My cute baby, the world I promise you not
But a beautiful life is God’s promise
My tiny cute bundle of joy,
As I watch you sleep,
With all the cry and grunts,
The sleepless night taunts
The constant diaper changing,
I will never trade my little buddle,
Sleep tight, my daughter Carissa and let me
Watch your face my little bundle
Something To Ponder
Miracle Man
3/10/2022
Unburdened by truth,
we exist at a time in history where social media
has become the predominate way to perpetuate falsehoods.
Much time is consumed on social media,
concocting some story or passing on an untruth,
where its easy to berate, cancel, and spread falsehoods
without fear of consequences.
A time when those who have are called privileged or racist,
and many who have not, feel entitled.
We live in a time when our phones lay claim
to more time than does slumber.
Things that are said about, and not to,
in most cases should best be left unsaid.
Tom
I wander within the flowers of my mind
following the paths blind footsteps find
amid the flowing scent of rise and fall
sweet mystery of nature’s siren call
for darkness shrouds the vision that I seek
as flowers paint in aromatic brush
upon love’s petaled winds as if to speak
of color that would cause the sun to blush.
Thus, do I sit in darkness bathed in light
tears of memory dappling silenced ponds
inspired by such color to take flight
lay claim to sightless vision without bonds.
To be at peace with darkness, let it be
and share with it a dream it cannot see.
John G. Lawless
©12/28/2021
Each new day my treasured thoughts you lay claim
As minutes stretch and I search for patience
Restlessness arrives and your love I blame
As it calls to my heart with reverence
Nothing collides with the world but you
As time becomes much harder to replace
This love shared without hesitation is new
Soon to pour into a river of grace
To hold this moment without care or thought
And keep it close as a gift now treasured
In love's place of rest, neither bought nor sought
The love within our eyes is not measured
As two follow the course of love's strong stream
They leave the old world for one with a dream
2/26/21
If my love we must part
Let us part under shroud of night
Who I ask is afraid of the dark?
Tiss I who fears the darkness when you depart
Times passing shall never lessen the pain within
I suffer so, longing for your poetry
Until
Until one day I dream of you
We are bound together, by words and prose
Desires bring back memories long faded
Final notice, seems so harsh
Your note of departure, a rupture
A love poem to say a whispered goodbye
I shall cherish the laughter and the pain
Declarations of unity made in passions heat
Alone in your satin sheets, do I weep
Delicate verses of our devotions
I sing and rhyme them, lost in my own illusions
Moments like this, I loiter in my solitude
Memories seeking comfort in your soft embrace
Eyes, oh how they burned into my soul
Eyes that used to kiss my very heart
Poetry shall never lay claim to the depths
Of our infernally burning passions
Forget me nots grow, in my forgotten garden
Forgetting is killing me so
Sublime and grey are many a mundane day
I wither and fade, for its moments like this
So close to heaven, so close to a burning hell
I have sailed the seas of desire, only to sink
My sunken footsteps lie below
My broken heart
Notes:
I happened upon a poet here, T.Nicole Williams, and below is a list of the poems she
has posted here. Something just clicked and I said wow, even her poem titles are a
poem!!! After reading a few of her poems, I quite enjoyed her style and expression,
and thus, I wrote a poem based on all her poem titles! I quite enjoyed this, as the idea
was so random and by chance, so I hope you all like this poem, as well as I hope
she is flattered to have inspired this little piece!!!
T.Nicole Williams Poems
A Love Poem
If We Must Part
Whose Afraid of the Dark
Time's Passing
Until
Bound Together
Final Notice
A Love Poem
Declaration
Delicate Verses
Moments like This
Eyes
Poetry
Forget me nots
Sublime
So Close
Sunken Footsteps
Who would lay claim to know,
The greatest story ever told,
Perhaps Homer Simpson Doh!
For none else is so bold.
It would take a mere simpleton,
With the mind of Crusty Clown,
Best he’d come up with,
The sky’s falling down.
Let’s not judge him too hard,
After all he’s a mere cartoon,
I’ll tell the story myself,
The world will hear very soon.
Bet this’ll pique some interest,
Even raise pointed ears,
For what I’m about to impart,
Will unleash your inner fears.
This world is going to explode,
I’m afraid the end is nigh,
No other way to say it,
Earth will be blown sky high
I’ve contrived a great weapon,
Called “The Doomsday Device”,
Just one more button to set,
Your all gonna pay the price.
Guessing I’m some crackpot,
Not a genius or child prodigy,
Everyone will die nonetheless,
For nobody’s getting off free.
By the way, Hi I’m Stewie
I live on spooner street,
Now I’ve set the timer,
Here’s an hour as my little treat.
For I’m not the son of man,
But kid of a family guy,
Why I lay waste to this world,
Lois my mum hid my favorite toy.
By
David Kavanagh