Long Mockery Poems
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Memory serves me well,
For it has over taken me.
What once contented bliss,
Turned to taunting mockery.
Gazing past my shoulder,
At history now long gone.
My memoirs just a keepsake,
As life goes on anon.
I think of lapse in judgment,
Of wrongs I wish to right.
But life can’t turn a corner,
And she carries on in spite.
Always at the forefront,
While i'm glancing back.
I see myself a child again,
The smile I've come to lack.
I ask myself a question,
Will I always have regrets?
If I was now this youngester,
Would I undertake the quest?
Could I change direction,
And take that other road.
Not knowing were it leads me,
And to face it all alone.
But time cannot unwind itself,
And let you pick a date.
You don’t get second chances,
You’re left to sit in wait…
To wait for more decisions,
And choices left to take.
Life did not desert me,
But forgives me my mistakes.
If I am truly lost in doubt,
In memories of my youth.
In thinking they could change me.
Then it wouldn’t be the truth.
We all could do it better,
We all would like to try.
It’s was never about perfection,
But the will to see it by.
Form:
Yikes, aside from mental
health re: psychotherapy,
which haint the worse
cyst phase of being
objectionably being called "old man",
this poem doth tack
toward the no body,
and will address
no illusory (no
app for) pretensions
alluding to verse,
the slow-mo ravages
of aging, evincing
and inching into
solid AARP universe
suddenly (moon if fish int lee)
impinges on endurance
even crimping poetic
raptures tubby terse
though (oh my this
muttering ole hound) chronologically
traversing that arbitrary, elliptically,
and imaginary Maginot line
i.e. almost three score year,
thy esprit de corps unlike
complaining crotchety curmudgeon
folks living here
Highland Manor situated
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
not much older
than me do daily air
lamentations kvetching even
on days pitch perfect and clear
find some bugaboo to gripe about
which dispositions hardly
makes them endear
ring at least to myself,
a baby boomer
(lix orbitz licked) gear
ring up to enter
sixth decade of life,
when a tell tale battle
of the bulge paunch
finds mine equatorial zone
somewhat flabby, a mockery
of washboard blubbery
abdominal sculpted tone
engirdled with loathsome
ample "NON FAKE"
lovely jowly handles
which I hate, though
human flesh naturally prone
to the lowest point of resistance,
and finds these
lovely bones to groan.
A-s the end is drawing near,
L-et your heart be proud ever;
A-llow your life to shine,
D-ay twenty-sixth October.
I-t's time not to be ashamed,
N-or turn away from fold;
O-bey the Lord Almighty, valuing His word like gold.
M-any reasons to rejoice,
E-ternal life is on top;
N-ext is heavenly bliss,
D-on't cease, never stop.
I-t's time not to be afraid
O-f scorn and mockery;
L-et's stay solid and united
A-lthough despised by the enemy.
B-e brave and be strong
A-gainst the tribulation;
R-emain firm and steadfast
B-ecause of your conviction.
A-s the night is about over,
C-ompletely trust with no doubt;
I-t's time to faithfully follow,
N-o reason to worry
A-bout.
Can't you see the vibrant reds decorate the horizon?
The leaves crumble, but the trunk remains stuck in position
The two birds swoop by, they're just like you and I
Floating to the canopy to gather materials to nest
But once they arrive, the tree's roots have gone dry
Nothing for the young lovers with future plans
Once they set off, the tree cackles quietly
It fools the ones who need it the most
And for those who were born with gold in their palms?
They get the most of the leaves and the shielding bark
But the poisoned sap left afterwards tricks each con artist
Sweet like maple syrup, it churns the gut and stops the heart
For every day of mockery was like a yellow sign wielding caution
Even the plants which are twisted like chain link
Had motives and viewpoints, while reserved and cunning...
Want my love
toss it away
made a mockery of
The emotions that was
Present,
Devalued pre-judging
Shallow spirit played you
Played yourself
Took for granted Gods gift
Stripped of your birthright
Stuck on a hamster wheel
Hamster wheel of toxicity
Sold your soul for
30 pieces Of sliver
Judas spirit in you
Divine pulled the plug,
Plug Connected to two souls
One soul lost
Other soul flee
Spiritual warfare
Simple to defeat
Pride & flesh knows best
Refuse Gods call
Free will the goal
Attached to entities
Spiritual attack; curses;
demons
False Queens felt so right
Jezebels felt so righteous
Queen turned to pillar of salt
Contracted with darkness
Self worth so low
You feel at home
Self esteem scarred
Wrong seems right
Settling seems best
Spirit step back
Free will remember
Selfish defeats blessing
Shallowness stir illusions
Ego caused delusions
Forbidden fruit life time dream
Trash was the treasure
Rare treasure missed
Missed opportunity
Manifesting your light back
Still dwell in filth
Living in the moment
Divine protects precious gem
Praying 50 nights straight
Sins 50 days straight
Flesh corrupted
Spirit detached
Spirit crying for clarity
Spirit and soul
weak suffocated
The murk inside
Spirit tuning for cleanse
Flesh disconnected
Flesh long for positivity
Flesh repent before the dome
So consume with blackness
Temple flee to the river
Initiate purification
Clutch on thee innocents
Pleads for clemency
River spill justice
Renews temple
Purity pulls awaking
Soul craves 23 psalm
Leads down the path of
righteousness,
Restores thy soul
Anointed thee head with oil
Surely goodness shall follow me
All thy life...
In Africa's heart, a giant lies,
Nigeria, blessed with riches that surprise,
Petroleum, gold, and califonium's might,
Lead, iron, bitumen, and limestone's sight.
But amidst this wealth, a paradox we find,
Lovely people suffer, while leaders' greed entwines,
Abject penury, a constant, gnawing fate,
While politicians milk public funds, an unborn generation's weight.
Foolishness, indeed, to hoard and not to share,
As children, women, men, and youth die, with no one to care,
In stampedes, they scramble for crumbs from philanthropists' hands,
A nation's shame, in every corner, where food is shared, they stand.
Who will rescue us from predators, who prey and exploit?
From leaders, who, with impunity, our future destroy and loot?
Of late, tens of children and women died, in a desperate bid to eat,
Their cries, a haunting echo, that our conscience cannot beat.
Women wake, with hopelessness, their children's future unsure,
Are our youth lazy? Our men idle? No, their daily toil, a story untold,
Their income, a meager sum, that cannot meet their demands,
A giant of Africa? Ah, what a mockery, what a sham, what a stand!
Today, even after ages, I feel my cheeks grow hot
Thinking of the blunder I made, comes back to thought!
Freshly out of school, silly and ignorant that I was,
Of work site I knew nothing, but was daring even with flaws.
On my first day, out to impress and win confidence
I set to work to every demand, to show off my competence.
I knew not anything of hierarchy, rules and regulations
For I was in living, for my age, in total abstractions.
Thus, boldly I asked my boss to help me carry my files,
As of him I knew nothing, and I gave him my sweetest smiles.
He stood shocked then abide, gallantly lifting the load
And carried it to my table, then surprisingly to me he bowed.
By lunch time, talking to girls, I realized my blunder
and in the corridor I crossed him, my emotions asunder.
“Anything for you Ma’am” he whispered to my ears, passing by.
Heart pounding, I stood dumb, never had I felt so shy.
Then like a hunted animal, I run as if for life.
To the washroom I hid, to escape his laughter with mockery rife!
Date: 6/07/16
Contest: My most embarrassing moment.
Dear soulmate, sometimes life gives interesting things, events
But human thinking is not demonic, and sometimes it is morbid
People like contempt, ridicule, mockery, scorn, and expulsion
“And more…” Noted Satan
“That’s why they are sinners.” Added Master Satan
“Sin, sin, sin…” Said Catherine
“Hmm. I am a sinner.” I said
“Yes, because you were born into the human world.
Life is different here.” Said Catherine
“Do you remember your life in hell?” Asked Satan
“Yes,” I answered my lord
So you remember your luxury life… Answered Satan
“Yes. I remember.” I replied
“But you are guilty.” Said Satan
“Lord, I will take care of this rebellious demon!”
Said Master Satan
Hmm. Life is life. Must live it. Is there any choice?
“You must be positive! Here are new opportunities!
I will help you, my sad demon!” Comforted me, my angel
Catherine disappeared from my life. Where is she?
“Where is she, where is she? Repeated Master Satan
“I will come back in a different shape to you.” A voice from the air
I lived my boring life. Day to day. Nothing happened
Gray life, grey times. Just work. But I love hospitality
Very nice hotel. It’s not all bad for me in this life. Friends
“And someone else.”
Said a soft voice
Someone else?
“Yes. The same”
I must hang a “Do not Disturb” sign
On the door of my heart.
DO NOT DISTURB!
My heart is troubled enough as it is.
Do not disturb.
Oh please...just walk on by
The resident inside
Is in an induced blissful sleep
Do not disturb her slumber
for perhaps.....
in her solitude...
She has found her haven.
Do not disturb!
Do not disturb her...
With your lies
With your alibis
With your flattery
With your mockery
With your demands
With your commands
Do not disturb
DO NOT DISTURB!....
Sh......
Hush now....
Take your hand off the latch
Tread softly
For I wish to sleep
And not to weep
Do not Disturb...
All is peace within
To disturb is a sin
I’ve found my sanctuary
Safe from harm
And deceptive charm
Let me be...
Do not disturb
Do NOT disturb
My heart is in recovery!
Congregation untrue
Holy on question
Pastor observed
Praise on who?
A church stating Faith
At what length?
Heaven’s look down
Church preaching sin
Heaven’s voice, “This is not gospel, and it must end”
Church marked for Death
A Pastor heading straight for hell
Failure on the congregation forehead
Mislead is not a good deed
Heaven doesn’t approve seeing no proceed
Amen is for the righteous
The Cross represents uplift
The Lord says he stretches out his hands over sin
My gospel can’t be a mockery of pretend
The church was built for my true worshippers
Judgement I shall bring
The church will get the Heavenly raft sting
Get ready
My Angels holding steady
Pastor, preach your last word
Your voice needs to be heard
Utterance is no longer tolerance
Sin not but praise more
My voice you can’t ignore
Everlasting my choice
Heavenly voice