Long Ramification Poems

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I Wish I Couldve Told You

I Wish I Could’ve Told You

I wish I could’ve told you, back then before you died,
‘Cos you so badly wanted to know about the reason,
For my good nature, kind heart and intelligence plied, 
The content of my belief about Jesus and his lesson. 

I had the guts to say, I think, just what I read and took,  
From the gospels wager to generate circumstances raw, 
From a disciple’s view of town life in old Nazareth’s nook, 
From how their readers would interpret the followers’ caw. 

But I only went so far, and didn’t explain your standing, 
To me as an atheist, you were so noble with communion: 
I didn’t say if I counted myself in the church for grounding; 
I never questioned your divisive separation of human union. 

I wasn’t able to be commended by school carers firm, 
With steal regarding the acceptance of siblings able;
I would never have been graced by others to confirm, 
My ramification of atheism’s way, historical and capable. 

So I never said the words to you James, hid and dried, 
That I don’t believe in god, the existence or the myth, 
But I know from my young days of those tears you cried, 
Because I felt your reverence for my own dear pith. 

Atheists are not valid in society, still not to this day, 
Feel snubbed by those who fear life’s bold dynamics, 
Find themselves abused by alligators of literary play, 
But who strive for righteousness and its rhythmics.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Ramification

Results so numerous and vague
An action or decision, their source
Manifesting in so many links
Interlinked between an act and many consequences
Fraction of a whole lot of unexpected events
Intent isn’t a stronghold, one tune leads to several beats
Complications flood in like a roaring rain
Algorithm ignored and misplaced in this process
Transient touch of the finger to give a thousand waves on water
In one act, pain, happiness, glory, shame or blessing can result
One way traffic from action to reaction exists in many branches
Necessitating a need for careful calculation before any deed is done.
Form: Acrostic

Apple To Pay Tax Back

The EU Commissioner to do with competition, 
Ruled against Apple’s avoidance of Euro tax,
By homing itself in southern Ireland, evasion, 
Where it doesn’t pay tax in a double Irish fax. 

One ramification of Brexit is that the good EU, 
Will be looking in this divorce proceedings interim, 
At other filters of finance for its adhesive glue,  
At other ways to support its productions and vim. 

The thing is, I expected this rational reflection, 
For some time, since the many shamed the greats, 
When in 2015 Amazon was sought for collection, 
Along with Google and Starbucks, at the gates.
Form: Quatrain

Combatting Inherent Bias

This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent *****sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny

impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy external drive

re: environmental perturbation
microscopically initiating
biological emancipation
thank you prick llama chin
please withhold ovation
setting in cellular division motion

begetting August poetic
jejune chain reaction
triggering anonymous
reader to yawn nonstop - definite indication
that yours truly induces excitation
in short shrift inducing
somniferous maximization,

yet for those readers
still awake lemme thank
your much ado about
nothing voluntary solicitation
to decrypt poetic
explanation, explication, exploration...

not asking concordance or agreement (ha)
without being redundant, nor repetitive
with my matted trademark communication
detailing mine opinion
courtesy quasi succinct elaboration
i.e. during the process

of in utero gestation
the embryo/fetus absorbs influences -
sorry no summation
in sight, not even
at anticipated parturition
cuz effects upon psyche of unborn
(unknown even by the twelfth night)

even after birth manifestation
within mind of next generation
heavily impacted courtesy
infernal contribution
despite most commendable
effort at postnatal

efforts to chaperone
son/daughter insulation
against prejudice virtually
impossible mission
(even spectre Tack Cuéllar,
viz ghost of Peter Graves

unable to succeed at extirpation
unfavorable antisemitism, bigotry, cruelty...
I concur religious,
racial, nationality... integration,
could certainly help deescalation
hmm... boot perhaps...

maybe not total elimination...,
yet such salient measure
could help offset blatant
outright, pervasive, queasy...
lifelong societal and personal ramification,
this targeted token
"scapegoat" closes his wordy attestation.

Archaic Celebration

But we don’t need to celebrate Easter anymore, 
Because we have our health service full throttle, 
Anyone can come, any walk of life, many more, 
There’s no conditions or qualifications to bottle. 

So we don’t need Easter, we don’t need this time, 
We don’t need the resurrection to throw us off, 
Because it’s out of context and has become crime, 
To this progressive society, so let’s laugh, scoff. 

Jesus followers all those years ago, scared, left, 
Were just referring to his memory for ramification, 
And were not implying a physical miracle cleft, 
But were only having a relationship with sanction.
Form: Quatrain


Death a Blessing

Life is endeavored in ramification;
A striver in pain 
Someone been blackmailed
Highwayman got caught
A failure/loser lean down
Old age,hair changing to Grey 
Candle been burn out
Sun left a view,
oh changing to dark(Night)

They all hate it
They want it to stop(End)
They prefer death to disgrace 
Fear of being called out 
Wishing for peace
Thinking death saves
Oh just like he hated darks,
Thinking a new dawn will refresh it

Oh No No!!!
Life is long enough for us all
And short also
Depending on you
Life can’t favour us all
Death is a blessing,
in disguise and sometimes it’s not

HARDEYNIYHI.D??

A Broken Heart

A Broken Heart

You should have told me 
Before my feelings turned to love
You must have told me
Before I continue dreaming of you
I must have be informed 
Before my heart turned to yours
I should I have noticed
Before I fall in an ocean of deceit called love

Yesterday it started with comic
But today it ended with tragic
You should have told me 
Before I gave you the whole heart
Why do I not notice?
Your smiling was just suffering
Your caring was just careless
Your envy was just an evil
You stabbed my heart 
And left there un-treated scar

You can't even know the way I feel
Just because you are tortoise in all ramification
I am your want not your need

It is hardest for my broken heart
To love and trust again..

©® 22/4/2018.  Junaid Abdul-Wakeel

Premium Member Prayer Beats

It seems that, much to my elation,
they’ve scheduled me for an ablation,
the actual ramification
being no more need for medication.

The actual source of frustration
has been atrial fibrillation;
regularity takes a vacation
and causes a thumping sensation.

Electrical cauterization
shuts down the heart’s over-stimulation
via pathway elimination
of excess cardiac innervation.

‘Twould be nice to see a cessation;
there are certainly good indications -
the hard work and culmination
of research in my generation.

In the process of ideation,
the heart boasts personification,
depicted in fine illustrations
of longing and imagination.

And so, Lord, grant my supplication
and eliminate all consternation,
such that I might thy glorification
continue with much adoration
and improved syllabification.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

Funkmosphere

Booty beats from tomb slapping funkier bass,
rhythms to a spherical time in chic confess.
Slick elegance rhymes to fast timing,
wua wua references clear defining.
Dialog in electronic sound design,
funk happens for all of us therein.
Parliament funkadelic renegade,
riding in that old funky rolls to separate.
Committing funky crime against the state of soul,
mix the funk into the rhythm and it will not fade.
High on funk from the bottom and splendor of thing,
funky release of natural essence within.
Amorphous effusive impulse component,
and sweet sweaty antidepressant.
Ramification in that state of mind to funk,
blues road and gospel bell out of sorrow strung.
Form: Ballade

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