Long Patronise Poems
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“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild]
CP, autism, or whatever [you lure].
You’re just a player. [There’s] a level
playing field. I hope people will see
me and feel inspired to [start to bevel]
with sport and not give up.” Soundly.
Emyle made his debut in Rio 2016,
He coaches at football with West Ham,
He has Cerebral Palsy, is a mild clean,
Says that attitudes have changed, bam.
He says you should pursue dreams,
And not quench them or patronise -
Anybody with CP who sports screams,
“The world is your oyster!” So ionise.
He says that: “Put in the extra work
you need whether it be [in] training,
ball work, fitness or whatever [murk]
and make your dreams true,” aiming.
- APPARITION-
Cloudy coffee in a silky morn .
A harvester was feeding in a field of corn.
My wishing was that I wasn't born
Apparition.
Her love has left my bed unmade.
Her heart has turned into a hand grenade.
Blinded justice with a flaming sword
Muted sentence doused the written word.
Apparition
Freedom found in a guilty plea.
I did the deed but it wasn't me.
Here we stand in a court of law
Words exchanged when she slammed the door
Apparition
Misty mountain is missing you
Blood pressure over two sixty two
Replay the scene as she walked away
Filling out forms - latest title - divorcèe.
Apparition.
Sold the van in lieu of suicide
Sold the house but kept my pride
Drive to town before she drove me mad
Envy others for what they had.
Apparition
Sarcastic scene I always criticised
Wheelchair cripple wouldnt compromise
Cremated love tries to patronise
I was never there had a love affair.
Apparition
Separation
Competition
It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are all bereft
I'm talking about ptsd in remission
Anyone can suffer from this condition
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind
To help these people you must be strong
Sometimes it's tiring and days are long
Be there for them when they call
To you it may appear so small
Give them a hug if there are down
If there tears are flowing don't just frown
Listen to them as their fears unfold
Pull up your chair as experiences are told
Once they've spoken do not mock
There mind is ticking like a cuckoo clock
If you do they may implode
Or worst still totally explode
What they need is a reason to live
You are the power and need to give
Don't condescend and say normal stuff
It will be ok is not enough
Find something they can grab hold
A purpose in life that can't be sold
A feeling of a accomplishment is a must
Alot to give and gain there trust
Once this hurdle has been broken
Many other things will be spoken
Listen intently and offer advice
Whatever you do don't patronise
If you struggle and can't complete
Liase with a charity who you can meet
They will help you save this friend
Ptsd is a killer and that needs to end
The Cromlech
Roots do not grow in monolith mono-light mono-life
the flat stone of wisdom balances on light and darkness
No moon without the sun the stars the little me in Universe
frightened fortunate translucent transparent transitional opaque
in contrasts contradiction’s complements of polar opposites
Shadows sparkle brightly finding openings from the dark the black
the void the awful vortex depressing tunnel vision prism’s shelter
shining illuminations shade pride pre-judgement enlighten intuition
embrace and cover cracks and crevices they join together
Rainbows and rain-glows rain-blows’ flows do not patronise
once they emerge who the patron wants to be born from the yew
tree of at times annoying living in the village called home and the self
The bark the oval berries leafs ramifications are not vicious or vindictive
the energy and water systems nutrients therein are so amazing
the change and growths broken branches withered sentiments sediments
are what we make of them grim gruesome delightful and victorious
if we so choose the path that shines in light and darkness blazing
brightness in the tedious awful gloom yet sooty glitters' solemn soiree
Life is but a temporary solar lunar inter-webbed ensemble a tree
a monument museum’s nature’s pantograph perspective pre- and
post-historic past and future present future-past a balancing of one
on other you and I of stone of tree and fruit compost and new beginnings
and every moment is a prelude grounded foreplay focal lens and blossom
A Cromlech Dolmen celebration lightness juxtaposed nocturne and moon
24th July
Do not close your doors on your tears,
Spontaneous they are, let them flow.
Let your emotions navigate to your heart,
Do not stifle them, let them blow!
I caress your tousled hair,
To gather your tangible thoughts,
Please do not for a moment think I patronise.
I shall wait for eternity if only to hold your hand,
And guide you past this grief stricken life,
A marriage need not be a fixation for life!!!
In my arm I hold you, I know you belong to another,
When I kiss your lips,
you dig your fingers into my back,
Push your body against me and bite my lips,
in reciprocation of my love,
I am intrigued by your quiet endurance..
Walk with me to that portal,
past which lie revelations of true love!
Come with me!!
Fundamentalist Christians row over piecemeal things,
Over whether baptism is required for heavenly sings,
Over whether baptism is needed for heaven’s welcome,
Over whether baptism is demanded by god to overcome.
I don’t know how many times I was asked about baptism,
Whether I wanted baptised, they didn’t accept my atheism,
I’d stated it to my parents but had a question in my mind,
About whether they’d told my so called friends who’d mind.
But I said no, and explained Christian atheism fair, square,
Didn’t mix my words nor hesitate to extrapolate with air,
But each one said to me I didn’t know my own mind simply,
Which left me very distressed, very much in a quandary.
They were playing the mentally ill card, when I was not,
They wanted to patronise me to chide and see what I’d got,
But I didn’t like it so withdrew from their sphere, company,
Which made me feel better, gave me dignity and harmony.
A stillness with life and a peace about my so uncertain future,
A habit of reading, even if I’d already read them in conjecture,
Since my parents restricted me to only five philosophy books,
In case for researchers and academics, thinkers, I had looks.
A fundamentalist household is not a peaceful one, stable,
But is distressed, fragmented and broken, that’s irrefutable,
You suffer displacement because your atheist leaves you,
To ruminate upon his interjection which is to see you through.
I think it’s better today, atheists in god families have voice,
They can be respected for devious acts of normality, choice,
They can refer to teachers for love, for secularist edification,
And have access to the medical profession for an adulation.
In the museum, you will find amazing history regarding
the relics of our past. Gruesome and grim in their telling,
a dark prelude to everything seen by the moon.
But hold it delightful that these days are behind. That the
awful atrocities of times gone by, are not a monolith towering
and looming over our future.
Know then, that we need not be frightened by the opening of
the book and the turning of the page. Take pride in the light
we shine on our darker moments, a reminding of who we should
never be, the vicious and vindictive tyrants of yesteryear.
Let history bare truth in its will to patronise us over prior mistakes.
We are fortunate to have the opaque plaques of reference to the
crimes of time, and what is lost to the wind.
May we never travel the same road twice. Finding ourselves victorious
only by being continuously retold in annoying fashion that this is where
we've come from. Looking on with oval, hope-filled eyes, believing we
now have the light to overcome the dark.
~Make a poem *2 Contest~ Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
make a poem about light vs dark using the following words:
Awful, amazing, annoying.
grim, gruesome, delightful.
frightened, fortunate, finding.
monolith, moon, museum.
oval, opaque, opening.
patronise, pride, prelude.
vicious, vindictive, victorious.
A circular blue distorted haze, the portal as it is known,
So tangible you could feel its powerful force,
Transporting the space craft to worlds unknown
Via spontaneous computers which navigate its course.
Travel of an exquisite exhilarating kind, the most advanced to date,
A phenomenon creating a fixation never previously observed.
Transportation to surely determine mankind’s fate
The revelation that hopefully our civilization will be preserved.
With the Earth in its dying hours, some humans patronise
Refusing profusely to accept our doomed fate,
Preferring ignorance above intrigue, a failure to recognise
That this portal is our only enterprising, freedom stargate.
28th January 2020
Eight Word Challenge 1 2020 Contest
Sponsor – John Hamilton
They give what they don't have:
Leaving their children to
the lion's paw to devour them,
while addressing the ills
of others' children.
1)Wroughting diverse miracles are they.
2)Skilled in elating words,
even bailing heart out from
turmoil's prison.
'Nemo dat qoud non habet':
Giving out what
they haven't used.
3)Bought a new bag
for your old bag is worn.
But you gave it out
to your neighbour
who has seven better ones.
While you pack your
stuffs in a polythene?.
Giving your cakes to dogs!
4)Taking care of another man wound,
While yours can't help oozing:
Even swarms of flies taking picnic theirin.
"Even if you have what you can't use. Life will not reveal it."
Dispose the heaps in your eyes,
That you may see clearly to blow off the
substance in other's eyes!
Heal your wound first...
And many will patronise!
17:2:12:20:19
Are You Skew-Whiff?
Are you feeling rather skew-whiff?
Awkwardly placed and standing?
upside-down
back to front
inside out
topsy - turvy
Are your senses damp and unresponsive,
Beckoning confusion and despair?
Does your heart pound even when there’s nothing exciting there?
Forlorn, sorrowful, despondent,
You patronise your grief,
Focus on your problem,
To attain some relief;
You keep flitting to your pleasures,
Lack, for contemplation, a quiet place,
Force your troubles into the backroom,
You’re not to dignify your face.
Tomorrow is for thinking,
Will exist to accommodate,
The glumness and the wretchedness,
That seems to obliqueness and gloom proliferate.
Rhoda Monihan
13th October 2015
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