Long Overstay Poems
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Hey what did I miss?
Do I owe you something,
that every time I make a move in life you react?
Do I owe you success?
That every time I drown, making bad decisions
You recognize,
Judging like an expert.
Does it hurt to mind your own business?
To make absoluteness in your own garden?
And Show us how magical your opinions can be,
Unfortunately, I am not even really bothered in what you do
Course I am too focused on what I do.
Few Opportunities I blew,
And I am not afraid to start off building by a canoe
In my life patience is virtue, and that is one of my principles.
I am not running a race, nor am I in competition,
I am passionate, even risk I don't mind taking
And with assurance I am gonna top up my life with a barbeque.
I dont really care what you think of me,
Please do the same,
I am trying to live my life.
Please stay back from following me around, you are not my shade.
Please stay back, I am not getting married, I dont need a brides-maid
And I am not your lake so please stop showing up like you are a mermaid.
I am saying this and it does not mean I am afraid of you
It’s just all irritating.
Let me downgrade,
Of course that would be so unfortunate.
And Let me loose concentration,
Of course that might seem out of fashion.
You are not sorry, so no need to pretend.
Cut the act,
Course I know it is what you wanted to celebrate in a decade.
Maybe it got delayed.
And maybe I overplayed, but that is still not your concern.
Hey, Im trying to live,
I am trying to live my life the best way I know how.
I fall, I brake, I rise, I succeed, I loose, I fail, make bad decisions, overstay in my struggles?
That should not matter.
Please give me a breath,
I am just trying to live
And In advance I forgive you
Just please! stop being pain in the ass, I want relief,
I don’t wanna be aggressive
You are so destructive, please Just exit.
Exit from my bussiness,
The show is full, I don’t need a guest speaker.
You are too lost in my space please go find yourself somewhere else,
And Stop being a gossiper, you will grow weaker.
Stay focused in your own lane, and use your brain,
And Stop peeping through my book, write your own.
Live your life,
I am also trying to live my own the best way I know how.
I am trying to live,
I am trying to live my life, in peace The best way I know how.
I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You
I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true
But out of options I’ve finally run
And now even money, I truly have none
So I will find my way to your garment
So You can put an end to this bloody ailment
With an old blood-stained dress
I start out and on I press
I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd
Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout
And it feels like You move further
With every step I take to get closer
“Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think,
“help me to press on, for I’m at the brink
Of breaking down, about to forfeit
I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.”
Not only will I touch your garment
But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament
Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space
To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face
Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him
All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem
The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need
And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed
I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention
To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention
I find it strange that no change in me I see
Until that mysterious Physician spots me
And confirms soothingly to my soul
“…thy faith hath made thee whole.”
So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly
But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would
But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife
I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger
But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary
As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary
Happy two thousand nineteenth birthday Autumn - September 23, 2019!
Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit
temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully a more seasonable
cooling trend rounds out ninth month
(according to Gregorian calendar)
I eagerly look forward
to crisp refreshing air
much more comfortable
to weather being outdoors
within/out this sequestered enclave
postage stamp size geographical area
offers respite versus metropolitan
denser population centers,
the former disappearing open space
rather disheartening, but urbanization -
purportedly the definition of progress
finds once open farmland
less than fifty years back
crumbling barns now tombstones
testimony when people
farmed the land, and lived
linkedin with rhythms of nature,
which only found courtesy said vestiges
inevitably razed (similar to boyhood home
324 Level Road) finds yours truly
brooding fast paced instant
credit karma gratification
twenty first century, which
small, medium forces at large
outfox the time tested imprimatur
i.e. latent powers planet Earth
unleashes (thank you global warming)
decrees final curtain call
*****sapiens runs rampant
wreaking havoc all points of compass
already inundated with scorching,
melting ice caps, flooding...
future generations, yet unborn
might avoid predicated on
dramatic alternatives fossil fuels
already showered Gaia
with carbon dioxide
as well other noxious poisons
though vibrant advocacy
evident among students
vocally demonstrating against
irrevocable damage, whereby environment
and countries situated
near sea level take heavy hit,
nonetheless... cautious optimism flickers
inducing mandatory one hundred eighty degree
reorientation regarding eco friendly
methodologies to lo mein, maintain,
sustain... technological civilization,
else quaint existence of thee
will be read about
in digitized history books.
Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing experience;
and advising citizens all, in my sphere of influence, to take
one day at a time. Moreover, allow me to simply say that
I will dutifully fulfill my daily assignment and take my leave.
I learned from my humble beginning that I cannot control the clouds
nor dictate to the winds that are also on assignment. Come what may,
we only have a say in what our assignment is today. I must go now,
lest I overstay and take away precious time from the setting sun.
Now a word from THE SETTING SUN:
It's been a long day. Some clouds came and threw shadows in the pathway.
My rays knew that the winds would come along and push the clouds along.
So, they kept their steady glow even though not everyone saw them glowing.
I'm learning to be gentler and not force my fiery ways. I try not to stress
and look forward to the end of my day when I will take my rest. I also realize that none of us are perfect, because the entire universe has been ill-affected by the sins of Adam and Eve. But I anticipate the day when we all shall be perfected.
Finally, a word from THE MOON:
I'm ok with being the last on this program of Space and Time.
I don't feel any less than Sunrise or Sunset; honestly, I don't.
I am just one of many brights of the night to help keep the light.
Moreover, the world is infatuated with my variant and beautiful shapes.
I am surrounded by many stars of wonder with such stunning sights.
I must admit that one is hard-pressed to find anything more glorious
than Sunrise or Sunset. Nevertheless, I have always been taught to
believe and realize that my purpose in the night sky is just as
meaningful as Sun, clouds, winds, and every speck of particle
in God's vast domain and awesome universe.
Schiff picked up the phone receiver again:Pelosi, your idea's great! The pizzas paid off! The gofers all rolled back! And their hauptman Mutt Gaets vanished, purportedly calling for a press conference.
Pelosi: Uh, pizzas paid off? and pizzas packed off those pitiable party poopers?
Schiff: Ah! Yeah!~~~
Several minutes later, hearing out Schiff, well in relief, Pelosi responded: Sure enough, to a tee pizzas as rusty as stool hoopers suit rusty storm troopers. By the way, none of these guys intended importunate stay?
Schiff: A few die-hard (accurately no more than 3-4) did intend to hold their positions at first, but the successive departure of the vast majority and the hauptman's long disheartening absence dampened, depleted and finally ruined their effort to hunker down. Too long overstay will avail them nothing except mounting embarrassment.
Pelosi:Mutt Gaets, a bluffer who wanted to bluff out a blockbuster only to bluff bonanzas of bloopers out of himself and his spear-carriers. A limerick for these poopers:
Storm trooper in name, in action party poopers;
Pizzas like poops, the perfect pooper-scoopers.
Enjoying stuffs stale and stiff,
who cares watchdogs' snap and sniff?
Blockbuster busted, bucking up all its bloopers.
Schiff: AH Haha haha~~~~~~~
Pelosi:And now you can resume your hearing process, eh?
Schiff:Ah, yeah! We'd soon come back to business. Thank you, Pelosi! Pelosi:Ok! Good luck with your proceeding, also, safe and sound for all the hearing participants. Goodbye, Schiff!
Schiff: Bye-bye!
Deep into midafternoon, inside and all around the SCIF, calm and order restored. Schiff and his colleagues set to resume the deposition with Laura Cooper after a security check, though about five hours behind schedule.
Form:
Hello. My name is Spring and I make an appearance every year.
People have often made comments of me like, 'Spring is in the air'.
For Daylight Saving Time, many will say 'Fall back and Spring forward'.
Well, they can say that, but sometimes I am early and other times late.
Sometimes, Old Man Winter hangs around too long, taking up my 'air space'.
And sometimes, I can't wait to 'Spring forward', attempting to push him aside.
That's right my friend, there is more going on up there than meets the eye.
And when cold clashes with heat, especially in my season, there's always
trouble in the sky. And usually, when there's trouble in the sky, it's not long before there's trouble on the ground. I might show up before I am officially
due or I may come after I'm due. It's another way of saying that I might be in the air but not on the ground in your neck of the woods. I may be in the air, but you do not see, hear, or even feel me. You take this winter of 2019 for example. I don't rightly know what's going on out here, and I don't know how long Mr. Winter is going to last, but things are definitely much different.
Anyway, I want to say that each of us seasons has to show up and do our job, and I'm hoping that, as you might be also, Mr. Winter does not overstay or infringe upon my responsibilities. I have to show up on time to restore life, create beauty, and get things growing again. I can't do that if Mr. Winter wears out his welcome, and it is absolutely unthinkable to try pushing him around because he's much stronger than I. So whereas I might be in the air, I might also be there cold and covered in snow, just waiting my turn.
03052019PoSoupContest, Spring Is In The Air, Emile Pinet
A Little Kindness Never Hurts
Her bad reputation was talk of our small town
she'd rush out to get mail in her flimsy nightgown
rumors spread about her lovers in her large bed
and how one is not enough, she needs four instead
yet I spoke to her oft at the grocery store
she seemed so kind, her free spirit about to soar.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She wrecked her car, I went over to help her out
way back then, that was what good neighbors were about
tho' injured I saw her soft, graceful composure
after that, our friendship became so much closer
she asked, if I knew about her reputation
and was lone white knight one of my close relations.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She graciously asked, would I accept any pay
I replied, No ma'am I just wasn't raised that way
with that declaration, I then walked away
seemed proper not her warm welcome to overstay
sincere kindness seeks not a returning reward
one never knows when they need help if life gets hard.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
A raven-haired queen, her sex appeal off the charts
rare to have so very much, with such a huge heart
years flown by, I found myself in her gentle arms
a willing accomplice enchanted by her charms
and then gossipers would ask me, to kiss and tell
I gave my then standard answer, you go to hell.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
11-27-2018
For Brenda's new contest, "A Little Kindness Never Hurts"
Hearts resume,
Minds forgive,
No mask;
Tasks unmask.
No entry;
Vigilant sentry.
This apple,
Turns purple;
The teacher:
My preacher,
So awesome,
An anthem.
This tempting demand,
Succumb my command,
It comes around,
Anytime to astound,
My pleasing soul.
Doubts stylishly stole,
Any moment unannounce,
Spread to renounce,
Hunting feelings pouncing,
Only eyes bouncing...
The least information,
To my abnegation.
Spread out all love,
Whereas, no automatic belove.
Forget the best logic,
Work out on Tajik,
With you, am discerning,
The sake of learning,
We aren't that clever,
With duties darling endeavor.
We need to manage well,
Every damn staggering cell,
Get moods not jump,
Whenever we dare hump.
Some can't eat the moon,
But you have a spoon.
Some can not plait hair,
But your hands are fair.
Some can't make lyrics sing,
Your reinforcing words for tongue,
Make my weary stress flee,
And the clock's tit-tat glee.
Broken hearts in flowing circuits,
Mending the crevices-- our undercuts,
Though far beyond horizons away,
Heart minds not to overstay.
Pleasure is not of you pleasing,
Every inconvenience is our darling tactics.
Each room for problem is your grace,
Let nothing cease the hearty choice.
Form the best habit-- way shared,
Counsels the wise, situations are tempting;
Counsel the Brilliants, wiseness is different.
Be real, sure, nothing last forever,
By training novice, you energize yourself.
See how far away, standing alone,
Less knowledge got your back, meanwhile
For all anyone lacks, keep pursuing...
Lest,
We
Must
Be
Of
Trust
To
Laugh
The
Best,
Believe
Me!
There's no reason for me to think
that the four seasons run wild and free.
There's a God out there, and He's in charge.
Sure, every season has a mind of its own,
and each knows exactly where she belongs.
Moreover, they feel right at home with all they do.
Each may inadvertently cross its boundaries, but all
things being equal, they are tolerant of each other.
My favorite season is Autumn, and she is somewhat
different than her sister Spring, who brings life but is
quite often late on arrival. Autumn tends to be softer
and brings a healing touch. And I think she's calmer
than both Summer and Winter.
Those two siblings can be a bit mean and overstay their
welcome. I think that Autumn is reliable and steady, and
most likely to live up to the expectations of others. She's
graceful and not likely to come with bells and whistles.
That's because she tones things down, not up.
Summer starts her demise, having sung her songs.
Winter is restless, but Autumn stares back and keeps her calm.
She then informs the trees, preparing them for color changes.
They won't tell you, but trees themselves sometime get bored
with green. They know that the colors in Autumn are much
more photogenic, and they can't wait.
Cameras are prepping, and the leaves on the trees are salivating,
because they know that they will be proudly staging before long.
Monarch butterflies, having enjoyed the summer, are presently
setting their compass south toward Mexico. No, birds are not headed
south just yet, but they are thinking about their long flight south.
081422PS
“Veni, vidi, vici – I did, oh yes, I did!”
This you proudly say when you’ve satisfied your Id!
At least most folks feel this way if they like to win.
“Veni, vidi, vici” – They say it with a grin.
If you’re on a sports team winning every day,
“Veni, vidi, vici” feels wonderful to say!
And all those Casanovas must surely love that phrase
since getting all they want is what it conveys.
They go into a nightclub; some hot chick they see.
By morning they are shouting, “Veni, vidi, vici.”
Think of this: Why was Alexander called The Great?
Caesar and Napoleon – those men didn’t wait!
They rushed in taking things. Conquerors were they.
But as foes, their welcome they’d always overstay.
I think that everyone at least once in their life
would enjoy beating something which has caused them strife.
When nature is destroyed, “Veni, vidi, Vici”
in anybody’s mouth will be a travesty.
But when said by scientists (and good things they bring),
“I came, I saw, I conquered” is an awesome thing!
*The Latin phrase “Veni, Vidi, Vici” was first said by Emperor Julius Caesar.
Pronounced veh-nee, vee-dee, vee-chee, it means “I came, I saw, I conquered.”
Jan. 24, 2022
For Margarita Lillico's Latin Lessons Poetry Contest