Long Matron Poems
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MY AUGUST VISITOR
Majestic: Venerable and Noble class act;
Welcome the matron of my heart,
July journey led me to the path of harmon
Enraptured and frozen by the epiphany.
Aesthetic: Acrylic execution coating my canvas
Stain the terrace of my heart with love,
Paints my centre piece, soul smeared in colorful
stuff.
My gaze belongs to your lusciousness & beauty
coffers.
Emphatic: Forceful conviction of our unison,
Reaching for ruins is our old comparison,
You took me by an expensive expected surprise
then touched the source set my heart arise.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 1st August, 2020.
Clarity comes and goes like a prize to be had
Fleeting moments of happiness, hours spent sad
To seek its return brings sorrow as goodness turns bad
Contentment seems lost in the past or in dreams that I’ve had
.
Searching for all you’ve not got can be labelled as greed
Live for the moment, not questing for all that you need
Desire to be all that you can flickers dimly, in deed
Emptiness quenches the flow, no emotions to bleed
.
Pages of script from a book as you dance to lifes tune
Faith has no hand for to play like the cast of a rune
No patron nor matron to guide you, no silvered spoon
Lost in the Sands of Time obscured by the dune
.
Will faith play a hand will it colour the choices you make
Do the cries of the damned forever expand in their wake
Is hope yet enough to sustain you and all you forsake
Will faith quell the flames from devouring you there at the stake
.
Where did it go wrong life seems as fickle as Hell
And how will it end God only knows time will tell
Deafened by sounds of despair like the Toll of the bell
At the ever increasing sound of your own Death Knell
Beckoning forward, then muting purpose with placid expression;
Courting favor, but scorning gratuity with nobler accession.
Reconnoitering all, yet countenancing none in stolid derision;
Regaling commoners, but transcending all menial patronization.
Subtle smile endears, but spurns all gratification;
Distant stare, onerous repression or dark depression?
All encompassing view, mistrusting miser or prating courtesan;
Stoic posture, exalted position or callous condition?
Frugal appearance, an inner recession or outward confession;
Folded arms, trite convention or cultivated abstention?
Enshrouded by cumbersome shadows or serene accommodation;
Transfixed, eternal matron; or transparent, antiquated apparition?
DATE: November 1, 2010
Contest: Why oh Why
Sponsored by Constance~ A rambling poet
by: Stephen Parker
Form:
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
To reclaim needless expenditure, allow the MP's to repay
No matter the total, let the law courts have their say
Now our economy has taken a turn for the best
Restructuring internally an injection of zest
Now, let's look after our pensioners, and place them in jail
They'll have showers, walks and hobbies, where their care won't fail
From unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical aid
Wheel chairs aplenty, not a penny will they have paid
Constant video monitoring, instant assistance if they fell
Bedding washed and changed twice a week, soon they'll be well
Having someone check up on them, every twenty minutes or so
Bringing meals to their cells, watch the smile in them grow
Families visit in a suite, for their purpose and nothing more
Enjoying Snooker, Pool and Sky TV, and a Library to explore
Clothing would be provided, shoes, slippers, PJ's and Legal Aid
It's all free on request, oh my! certainly no charges to be made
They would also have gardens and lovely exercise yards
Computers, TV and Radio and as many as they want, phone cards
No longer would there be a Matron, a board of directors there will be
A code of conduct for the officers, strictly adhered to, you'll see
And what of the poor prisoners I hear your minds start to think
How will they cope, these poor souls left on the brink
Well, they'll get by with cold food, left alone unsupervised
All lights turned off at eight, as they will internally cry
Mind you they will shower once a week, live in a tiny little room
A figure of £600.00 a week they won't flout, with no getting out soon
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She never grows old
Though excessively cold
Her happening explode
Alike a rifle reload
Laugh exists as the valley of peace
Being relished she should price modest fees
Mole at the chin, a catalyst to her beauty
Being gazed she must impose a heavy-duty
The nose has a camel hump
Slaughters soul at occasions, while inside concerns she jump(s)
Shall us applaud her as well
Minor sleep has provoked her eyes to swell
Her heterogeneous attire is love
Never doubtful, the woman a gorgeous dove
Nails she bite
Neglecting meals of diet
A matron, imperfectly perfect
Though cerebrum & cerebellum own enormous defect
Watery eyes are testimony of satire
Earning her heart, people ought to be brilliant qualifier(s)
Riddled face, weary under clouds quite frail,
night of hope screeches of meal to eat.
A boy cups his hands again for spare change
plucking a tin can on lanes primed for the rich.
Colder than ice of night like soiled paper bag
he approaches a woman of leisure with a smile;
bypassed and judged as nameless face, a plague
while his lips hang on a sigh…coins, coins.
Though disgruntled, the matron feels a hard tug
A shrewd merchant blinded by earthly whims;
hoarding diamonds and favors as life’s treasures
while he, an innocent waif mirrors her empty needs.
For she lives in a mansion filled with poverty
where frozen rooms and silverware feed on hunger,
as soul barren cannot hide the real misery
craving for pauper’s wealth of faith; she is the beggar.
Dr. Ram Mehta's Measure For Measure
by nette onclaud
ADMIN DAY
From phones to emails to files,
Your work, hectic, is recognized from miles.
Your expertise is as sweet as tales, you manage it all,
Despite the day’s daunting tasks, you still stand tall.
Behind the scenes, you work tirelessly,
Keeping things running with precision & effortless ease.
In the office, a team works as one,
Each role vital, each task is won.
Receptionist Dedun, with a smile so bright,
Welcomes all with warm and friendly sight.
Admin Officer Merit, with tasks so wide,
Coordinates operations with a careful stride.
Accountant Samson, with rare skills,
Keeps finances and funds balanced like diets.
Technician Joseph, handyman of all trades.
Keeps the electronics and systems running
For days.
Matron Katryn, with guidance so wise,
Leads and takes care of these under her guise.
Librarian Sarah, with books so clear,
Helps students learn, bringing dense minds to cheer.
Nurse Bamidele, with care so kind and true,
Tends to the sick, sticking to the healthcare rule.
The janitors, with a cleaning hand,
Keep the premises spick and span.
The chefs make sumptuous meals,
Taste and aroma our nostrils it steals.
And the gatekeepers, with watchful eye,
Guard the entrance and keep things dry.
Each admin, a cog in the wheel of progress,
Working together harmoniously without duress.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?5th February 2025.
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The silent kiss can come with secrecy
minus a face to reveal its patron.
Easily detected singing love’s strong melody,
best surprises come from unknown mister or matron.
A twenty-dollar bill found tucked in a pocket
with an unsigned note – spend as you like.
Unasked-for help with a faved broken locket
echoes thoughts of that boy with his thumb in the dike?
Without coveting acclaim for paying-it-forward
the silent kiss means planning things through;
taking serious your promises - keeping your word…
notably to a child who has before mistrusted you.
Cutting single neighbor’s grass and tackling her weeds
can make a difference when she doesn’t have time.
Treating her and her kids to dinner knowing their needs,
the silent kiss takes no account for each nickel or dime.
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!