Long Mugging Poems
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As I wake
Another day of nothing
Grey skies and daily rituals
A mugging here and there
Smog surrounds me, it eats me inside
Insects devour, life drains, ebbs, flows to death
Meaningless is life
Love simply prolongs ones agony
On a journey with no purpose
I assure you there is no God
Show me a deity with such cruelty
I dare you, for there is none
Life is a random act of death
To become us all
Do not try and tell me different
Intelligence is fates way to call us fools
For whatever we choose to believe
Mayans were ancients
Deceived by the sun and moon
They sacrificed their young
On the pyramids of doom
Today, the sun rose
Tonight the moon shall greet my tired eyes
Into a slumber, a blissful sleep
I shall dream of the heavens and their gods
Today
I held in my arms an angel
All of a year or so old
Her arms outstretched, in blind love
Knowing I would catch her dreams and breathe her smiles
The devil that I am
I could not resist
To feed to her all my happiness
Her little hands grasped, as her eyes flirted for more food
I have some words of wisdom to bestow upon all you mortals now
Any court jester who tells you there is no god
They have not met Maya
I am so blessed, that I have
Notes: I had this in the works as a completely different poem. That afternoon I took care
of Maya ( 18 months ) and her brother Timmy ( five ) Afterwards we went to a restaurant for a snack, and Maya in my arms was in heaven eating her onion rings !! Both Timmy and Maya are such little angels, that would brighten up anyone's days, and when you see how beautiful children are, you realize the deeper meanings of life!
Silly Seasons
When Frosty blows in
and kissess the wind
it nips at my cheeks
red n rosey.
My shiny nose froze,
I can't feel my toes,
I'd rather be home
warm and cozy.
Skiing down hills for
giggles and thrills,
I might just break
my little nosey.
Wintery dispIays,
of yesteryear days
ashes and pockets
full of posies.
Ice smooth as glass,
fall on your crevasse.
No more words that
rhyme with thosies.
When the sun swings high
mugging the sky,
the sultry air makes me
sweat n' stinky.
The rays beating down,
roasting my crown,
turning my thoughts
dinky rinky.
Sun-block O'clock,
peeling and pain.
Back slaps turning
pale skin into pinkie.
Beachfront, riverside
no where to hide.
Inside with an ice-cold
drinky.
Ice cream melting,
swamp ass sweltering.
Warm drink, fishy stink,
stale old Twinkie.
Autumn and Vern
know how to discern
not too hot and
not to chilly
Leaves abound, then
fall to the ground
Bob Ross becomes
Wooly Willie
It's not too loud.
avoiding the crowd.
who run around all
Piccadilly.
Colors abound when
new life comes round.
Hues burn when it turns
Chilly Willy.
I hope you had fun,
and giggled some,
I find the whole
thing rather silly.
Just a few years back……
Beady doe eyes, lips beautiful lilac,
Dimpled chubbiest little cheeks,
Awesome twin ponies, the cutest chic!
There sat my mom with her friend, rhyming alphabet.
Swinging legs in black ballerina shoes, pretending to be alert.
Just a few years back…….
Sparkling liquid eyes, Rosy pink lips,
Roped braid pony and sculpted chin,
Skin radiant peaches and cream, lovely pretty teen.
In her favourite pinafore dress and beige tackie,
Chatting quietly through her chirpy eyes.
There stood my queen, gazing her beau and bestie.
Just few years back…...
On the ground, early Sunday morning,
Chasing the ball and taking baskets, non-stop dodging.
There played my bratty mom, wild and free under scorching sun.
Just a few years back…….
As nervous, as I find my self today.
Mugging up and preparing for her mid-term test,
There sat my brilliant mom, near this bed stead.
Just a few years back……
Leaving her house forever,
Tears and smiles all together,
This was the place, where the prettiest bride joined my father forever.
Just a few years back….
In her lap, a chubby cute child,
Kisses and cuddles, she had her brightest smile.
Yes, there began my journey with her through miles.
Just a few minutes back….
Her wrinkled hands, worried expression,
Her concern and affection,
Focussed always at her cynosure (I) with deep love in her eyes,
There sat my mom, memories treasured and emotions entwined.
Just a few years away….
On top of the world, on cloud nine,
There my mom shall stand proudly beside.
With happiness sparkling in her triumphant eyes.
And I shall hold her hand till I die.
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Cold sidewalks and the bitter gloom of spoiled love
It's a thief who rules the night where I come from
Hearts are the troubled dew residing on the grass blades of early morning
On one street a white picket fence
On the next a five dollar wench
Just let me walk these streets as king just only once
And with that thought my heart is soaring
It's in the ruins of the night I see myself
That wayward path that I’ve been on since I was twelve
These lost abandoned folk can be my guide
The night will be my horse and I will ride
Across the beaten pathway lost in time
The only sympathy I want tonight is mine
For now I will not leave the man who stares
Just begging for a pittance unawares
It's only right that he should get a couple bucks
Maybe some halls to wash the taste of sour luck
A slice of pizza for a junkie goes so far
Cause no one else will give a damn under the stars
And I know that I should be at home asleep
But it calls to me, the heartbeat of the streets
I'm not too fresh to walk in step with weary feat
I'm not too smart to risk a mugging or the beats
I'm not too scared because I'm only scared of me
It's only dangerous if you live it dangerously
...And if you say I've lost my mind you're probably right
But I think society was out to lunch last night
You see them always blathering
on the internet and TV,
a bunch of adult pretenders,
parroting that tired P.C.,
telling the general public
what they should believe and should be,
as if we should listen to them
simply because they are pretty.
In fact, given their profession
mandates that they lie, and do it well,
we should look with real suspicion
on anything they have to tell,
since we can’t know if they’re sincere,
or if they’re just trying to sell
you on the latest leftist trend
that only will bring your life hell.
How can you ever trust someone
who can fake trust, not break a sweat?
To learn from a dissembler
who can play such tricks in their head,
making it worse, many of them
are not really all that well read,
most of them never went to college,
and I think that needs to be said.
Since when it comes to complex things,
foreign policy, economics,
mugging around for a camera
doesn’t make your mind smart or quick.
The platitudes they always spout
are just juvenile and thick,
and you can’t really delve that deep
when you think in two-hour flicks.
Worst still is the high school way that
these actors act in the business,
like they're imitating the cool kids,
they put so much effort in this.
These days it’s all the woke nonsense,
and if the fans call their bullsh-t,
they double down on what they say,
attack their customers and persist!
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
When I was young I wasn't much into hugs
or prolonged touch..
I tolerated a peck on the cheek or a kiss
on the forehead before falling asleep..
Probably due to my older sis and her bear like
hugging, a mixture of love and her strength,
that often felt like a mugging..
Many a time I'd balk at requests to be hugged,
two bodies colliding.
It felt too intrusive to me and awkwardly confining.
My second husband changed this all and in time
my hugging dislike was solved.
He gave such secure and comforting hugs, my body
would melt with the strength of his love.
Once a client asked me for a hug at the end of his massage session.
This is a definite red flag for therapists in that profession.
In these recent years now I live alone, several hours from family
and my native home.
At times I miss the intimacy of a hug, that close and calming connection
that leaves one feeling snug.
I'm certain there's others who feel the same way. Why don't we have free
hugging stations for humans today?
You go to the gas station and get a free hug, while the car's tank is filling you also feel love!
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.
I loathe thee so that I throw up on sight
Of thee, and when my ire is at a height,
I grit my teeth and plot revenge for days.
My loathing for thee, cheater, takes its toll.
Thy empty claims of innocence, I scorn.
I caught thee thrice! My trust was from me torn.
To see thee broke and hungry is my goal.
I loathe thee with the passion I once spent
On sweet romance when I thought thee sublime.
I’d like to see thee living in a tent.
Indulge me as I tell thee one more time
I'd gladly pony up my last red cent
To have thee maimed if mugging weren’t a crime!
Note~this is not autobiographical
I wear a mask, even at home.
My husband protests, that he must now sleep all alone.
I clean my kitchen for hours each day.
See, here I am washing the floors three times a day.
The bathroom~ many times more....
Don't forget handles on each and every door!
The counters may soon be invisible.
Those I clean by a number, uniquely divisible.
Gloves, I wear every single night and day.
See! My fingertips wrinkled on this morning in May.
My face, frightened blue,if a package doth arrive!
One never knows how many of those killers are on the
inside or outside.
All my mail must be sanitized too.
And the mailbox, why it's a coven of death for me or you!
With gloved lined hands, mask, then, I strongly hold by breath.
The mailman cometh, he might be my very death!
The person in blue, must be covered with 'them'!
Thus, I keep my distance, he's no longer my afternoon friend.
The pizza guy must leave the box on the porch.
After dinner, we burn it with a giant blow torch.
I have gotten used to living like this.
Social distancing, no dancing,no kisses absolutely no hugging.
Just me in my mask and gloves a mistress of debugging.
You see, it's the Killer Covi, I am mugging!
The rest of the day I direct to 'covi' news.
Love singing them CoVid 19 Blues, not wearing shoes!
May 18, 2020
3pm PST
Poem 1,276
The sun slowly rises over the horizon
casting its rays turning night to day.
Chasing away the lingering darkness
revealing the hills and shadow cast valleys.
Details become more apparent showing
the pretty flowers and stately trees.
With lake's waters glistening brightly
reflecting the beaming sun rays.
Peace of day now shattered by
the raucous chorus of crows.
As dipping down they fly
mugging the other birds.
Soon scattering at gunfire
from the farmers crop scarer's.
Joyful tunes now abound
As song birds sing out their hearts
Welcoming dawn's warm rays
hustle and bustle as people awake
and tranquillity slips away
as dawn becomes full day.
Our severe pain is unforgivable at eternal night.
I twist over, my brain hustling with mystic insight.
Cries made me exuberantly sad, letting my sting.
I felt bound that could never be fit of stirring.
Your gloomy yell penetrates the serene quietness.
Leastwise, I realized you'd befall a whiner pitiless.
You've arrived at my most prominent gateway.
Once again, it roused me up, as it had all sultry day.
I let forward a puncturing shout of agony.
Once again, I will not scorn the cease eagerly.
And reject the thoughts mugging my reasoning.
Grasp my once-living voguish is promptly dying.
The blade was in a distinct area to my brawny arms.
Reverberations of our ultimate hug hang my eyes.
Such much sorrow stuffed into a cramped space.
And all I lack is to regain a place in the audience.
I'd wisely prefer seeing genuine compassion.
Except for me, everyone is in repletion.
Afterward, why are you pounding on my door?
I was dodging, similar to the mild night before.
I'm going to have you removed right away.
It happened as soon as it was made defray
My supplications and asks for salvage were unmet.
I'm mindful of our dreadful period once onset.
How random do you admit your mentality?
But voicing regret isn't enough in this vicinity.
Remember me for a type of contact with you.
Sorry for the hassle, yet my choice is too true.
It was vital for me to do what I did.
I couldn't stay with you anymore; I want a slid.
I needed to awaken and concede my misstep.
That you'd follow me until the night with no pep.
We can scarcely improve anything right yet.
And I must say I'm right from the outset.
For the time term, "I'm apologetic" will not vow.
You've broken my soul and granted me a bow.
You can't undo the wrongs you've done.
You didn't opine over what you shun.
You had the only choice but to perform this.
But our relationship has cooled an abyss.
Can't you consider your acts have altered you?
Supporting for my freedom to cognition blew.
However, it needed lasting by till ends survival.
Rusty mind that deadly sins were unforgivable.
Written: November 11, 2021
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