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If all writing is, indeed, a mere ruse,
Why do I need an inspirational muse,
or editor my syntax to masseuse
Mind's eye is vapid and obtuse;
My brain is calling an immediate truce
Inane pretenses no longer refuse,
and with sixth sense consciously fuse
Mundane fare is now abstruse;
Morose wit critics dare not abuse,
or for lack of purpose, design accuse
Metaphors, metonymies tightly noose;
Colloquial sayings, truisms freely infuse
Slang terms, archaic words out of use,
In remediated discourse common, diffuse
Choppy meter, bland rhyme schemes choose;
No rhythmic patterns, contrived forms to confuse
Do not need with limericks, riddles to bemuse;
Trite puns, silly jabs will laughter's tonic effuse
"Celibacy"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It's been eight years....WOW
I want some nookie, and i mean like now
But how, when my only aim is to Provide Him my Service
But Angela, Rebecca, Kim, Sandra....they always seem to surface
And my purpose is simply to Do His Will
And my temptations, I keep them concealed
But I feel satan saw when my manhood reached its peakness
Because his weapon of choice is woman, my only weakness
I couldn't deny the freakness, but I always told the truth
If one of them reads this, she will be the proof
And by them I mean the ladies who have had the priviledge
To xxxperience Eric's naughty pilage
But alas, I had to restrain, women drove me insane
Now my search is for a LADY who won't do me the same
She must KNOW Christ, The One Who Gave me Life
Then I can learn if she was born to be my wife
Because I am determined that when I find my mate
It will be her destiny to become my fate
Because we will Live With God, And God Is Love
And because of that I will never shove
You know what into who knows where
And ALL that she has, I refuse to share
For I would be hers, and she would be mine
And if you are her, make yourself easy to find
She’s going away on a vacation!
The anxious train awaits her at the station.
Flight, is plainly not her thing.
She doesn’t want to perish,
And in pieces to God, her body bring?
It is time to leave her family behind.
Those who care for her and are so kind!
But they need not think of her anymore.
Bags, packed, she stumbles out the door.
Her vacation train leaves at past four.
It’s been decades since she has been free!
Actually, to her, seems like an eternity.
And what of her poetry, what will she do?
Stop all the pondering and enjoy life, too!
Will she let others know how she is doing?
I think, for once, she will be out wooing!
Romance, ah, bring it back to her in bundles!
She has been to her family, nothing but troubles.
Her Father in heaven, will watch her every step.
He has, since she the moment she was born,
And that is, my friends, as good as it gets!
Bid her farewell, give back her wings, oh!
She’s dying for adventure, it runs in her blood.
Or...did you simply refuse to know?
7/22/2021
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Forlorn, my Muse breathes a profound, deep sigh;
silent, I just observe and don't ask why.
Her sigh belies her true, fervent desire,
for she's forever near to just inspire.
Though sad, she sees me in the cool of morn
by brook and bower where my songs are born:
she, lighter from the music of my songs,
is the dear one to whom my heart belongs.
And I, reposed nearby the babbling brook
and bower (far, far from the tow'ring rook!),
motion her hither, my deep-sighing Muse:
for if she's beckoned, she won't then refuse
to be my lifelong Muse until I'm dead,
when by all I'll be studied and well-read
so all the world will know how I so yearned,
and in my lines see how for her I burned!
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song, “Why Don’t You Stay”
You’re like a breath to my prayer
You’re silence and joy everywhere
You’re the star that glows in the night
You’re the warmth in the sun’s light
Don’t let the madness of yesterday
Leave you feeling like going away
I won’t let you feel lonely, all I can say
Is I feel so lost when you refuse to stay
Listen to my voice in your mind
Believe me, honey, you’re one of a kind
When I said that I love you, I meant for all time
Living without you feels almost a crime!
Listen to me, darling, listen and know
Reflected inside are feelings who show
Without you beside me, I feel so lost
Listen, darling, so you’ll realize the cost
Don’t leave, honey – stay beside me ‘til the end
Let love be your guide and you’ll be my best friend
Never leave me, darling – I’ll always love you so
Take my hand, sweetheart, and we’ll dance real slow
You may think without a doubt,
they had me and I enjoyed it a lot;
but your angry and jealous eyes
wander how I keep this secret to myself!
I am ready to make
my commitment;
and I'll be faithful
to the one I adore;
I'll be tender
and sensible;
and I hope you'll believe
that no one has ever
loved me so platonically...
to make an irony of me!
You wished you had taken
more time to know me better;
to trust my feelings longer,
but rush and distrust
twisted your opinion
and effected your judgement...
to make our joy shallow and useless,
and justify your actions with cleverness!
You're so platonically attracted to me
and erase any evidence
when I refuse to give in
or resist your temptation,
but the lack of patience
is none other than unjustified frustration
when you're so platonically
and madly drawn to me!
In the 1920's labor had fights
Employers hired toughs, both sides ignored rights
Unions hired the Mafia, thought they’d be strong
The tactic was effective, but unwise and wrong.
The Mafia knew that beggars can’t choose
They made an offer the unions could not refuse
Took over, raided wages, extorted the boss
They made the gain, the workers the loss
In Mexico, cartels own a third of the land
Don’t run for office, you might die by their hand
In Russia and China, rulers solidify Mafia ties
Crime helps rulers, and liberty dies.
Cash for the ruthless, recently in the news
Iran paid European Mafias to kill Europe’s Jews
There's no stopping the wicked, they endlessly reach
These warning verses are but a stone on a beach
Your profile may be low, so you see no cause to arm
But get in their way, and then comes the harm
To take an example, I read this to my alarm
Not far from me, Hudson valley, bodies hidden in a farm.
Any tech that helps, bad guys seize the chance.
Like a drug that puts victims in a spellbound trance
That drug: 'devil's breath', will severely confuse.
So it and other drugs Columbia Mafia’s use
From the danger buffet, you can take your pick
Bad guys don't have to kill, they can make you sick
Harmful drugs aerosolized, blown to a face
Your life derailed, a crime with no trace.
So, the picture is this
Governments and Mafias give each other a kiss
Technology for both, that can control you
What a brave new world, nothing we can do.
a Spanish sonnet
Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why
I attempt a smile even though your eyes
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet.
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;
weeds of abomination poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit.
Your lie lacked confirmation from the start -
why you would mock or kid, I do not know.
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.
I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.
Ladies and gentlemen
I am sure there are,
more than ten degrees
of laziness.
I’m just to lazy
to write them.
Please feel free to add more
degrees of laziness
in your comments below.
First-degree of laziness
People who won’t
do anything,
if they can get
someone to do it
for them.
Second-degree of laziness
Putting off anything,
that needs doing,
Because you don’t
feel like it.
Third-degree of laziness
Taking all the time
in the world, to do,
anything people
ask you to do.
Fourth-degree of laziness
comes when
you feel fine...
calling in sick.
Fifth-degree of laziness
Avoiding work of any kind,
At any time.
Sixth degree of laziness
Placing your Fitbit
on your dog,
to log your steps.
Seventh-degree of laziness
Refusing to learn
what you need to know.
Which includes
reading instructions
or asking for directions
when lost.
Eighth-degree of laziness
Refusing to take part,
in any pleasing sexual act.
(When you don’t give a f**k!)
Not that you can’t
Get it up!
Ninth-degree of laziness
When you refuse
to do the chores
that need doing.
Like Grocery shopping,
Cooking dinner.
Walking the dog
or mowing the lawn.
Tenth degree of laziness
When you are known,
for not returning things
you have borrowed.
I’m hating myself for the person I’ve become
I’m different to all And not just some
I swear a chimp would succeed more than me
isolation my best friend I believe
Intelligence is there but I live like I’m dumb
progression always stalls
I guess I’m a chump
I left it to fate when I went for suicide
it was chance pure chance
I really should’ve died
there’s no reason at all
that I would be found
I thought I’d be placed
6 foot underground
So I live with this hate that I have for myself
I will never have a family with this mental health
I must have been Hitler in my last life
Cus nothing good occurs just misery and strife
Left-handed right handed ADHD
depression self loathing and anxiety,
I’m sick to death of how I be it keeps me inside
every day I say I’ll fight then I just hide,
I haven’t got a drive
I haven’t got pride
How can I fight
with desire to die
how can you make life
when you ain’t really alive
then I ask,
If I feel like this I should be proud I survive
Trying to finish me off but can’t stop my stride,
And if I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm,
I think the anger hands me an angle
but unsighted what good is a candle
senses blind and the brain sits tangled
but the body fresh able not mank or mangled,
in a fight I fight if I can coordinate
if you move and think you can harness strength
Sighted unsighted you ain’t damned or too late
If you can move and think you must operate
change your world if it’s bringing you down
climb up it laugh and clown around
Cus everybody is destined for the ground
when everyone stays no thoughts sight or sound
so taste the air the nectar and flair
allow the dreams that are not there
smell the roses get caught on the nettles
And if life is bad refuse to settle
I’m not thinking of the person I’ve become
but what I can build what can be done
I miss the people the scenes and sun
why am I sitting when the option is run
why am I thinking of what is and has been
wiped the hate and mean clear so the knocker is clean
set out and enjoy the dreams achievable
always be positive because the air is breathable
Reach for the impossible however unbelievable
I stand unbeaten and therefore unbeatable