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The game it starts with the drop of a two
At 6PM sharp with the whole [CENSORED] crew.
The cards will be dealt in a random way,
But yet we all know by the end of the day,
We will all experience the same routine,
Peter shouts [CENSORED]
and Randy drops the queen.
Mike is a good-natured talker and sly.
He tells us of his plans and why,
But at just the right time, Randy queues Tom Waits;
Now Mike loses stride, and he’s in dire straits.
So, luckily this time, fate will intervene,
and Peter won’t shout [CENSORED]
as Randy drops the queen.
Peter's game is calculated and smart.
His intelligence is off the chart,
But corporations fund the other guys’ cards,
As his well-made plan falls into shards,
And now, we are all treated to the usual scene,
and Peter shouts [CENSORED]
as Randy drops the queen.
Dave’s sits quietly hope against hope,
But the fact quite simply is that he’s a dope.
He moans that he will lose yet one more game,
And once again he’ll hang his head in shame.
Yet, he hopes he’ll hear those words, obscene
as Peter shouts [CENSORED]
and Randy drops the queen.
Randy shrewdly plays each and every card.
We who have faced him, are we who are scarred.
He knows exactly what will happen.
Never does his attention slacken,
And then just like a well-oiled machine,
Peter shouts [CENSORED]
as Randy drops the queen.
Dearest Prof –
I did not title them:
These ever-ready logs
Ready to assemble ants of cowries;
They dance from sea to land
Wishing to be titled by exigent gods
Who watch over their lonely coronations
Lavished with sacrificial songs!
I did not title them:
Pot-bellied officees of faculties
Chewing mouthfuls of the land’s laws
Their neighbours:
Half-truthful goblins of tax-collectors
The smiling kick-backers
And officees of admissions –
Who titled these men?
Dearest Prof –
Many are these titled men of today
Are they found everywhere?
Do they mount uniformed road-blocks
As we pass safety-roads without eyes?
Head-strong: are their skulls also fragile?
Could the husk of a tax-collectors mouth
Eat the husks of his pot’s bottom?
Who titled these men?
Matching boldly with wrong titles?
Of course, the red-caps of the under world
Visited the newly world-renowned ref
(Prof, a roused lad heard it told!)
Did they leave the corpse by the ref?
Sadistic: are they also shrewdly fraternal?
I cannot lavish the sacred lines.
Form:
I have no objection to anyone and anything
pious to wicked,
angelic to devilish,
gentle to ferocious
from the flora and fauna on this earth
I have no objection
I am
an atheist as well as a theist,
an agnostic as well as a pantheistic,
a polytheistic as well as a monotheistic,
a believer of shaped Gods to shapeless God
and shapeless to nothingness
everywhere my thought is pervaded
a pessimist as well as an optimist about myself
No; As a believer of God I have no complaint to created anyone and things
But when I go to God then I incline to ask Him
As a Creator why He plays these joking games with all His creations
Where some are selected as the Prophets, Angels, Kings, Queens, Pious….
there some are selected as the followers, Devils, Slaves, wicked …..;
Where He gives power some to understand deeply and shrewdly all
there some follow blindly and slavery;
Where He gives to someone the physical mighty to be the king of the forest
there some spend their life in fearing of the brutal claws;
Satan was His creation as like as Adam
So, why Satan is accused of all evil deeds where He appointed him to do these
From Him, all wicked thoughts are implemented as like as prophetic thoughts
If no one can do anything little bit without His concern and permission
So, Why this game that there He created Hell for Wicked, Heaven for Virtuous
Where He knows everything the ultimate result there why He needs these childish diversions!
-Chattogram
He said “I love you” in the night
when all he truly meant was that
he longed to kiss and hold her tight.
She said “forever lets begin”
when hearing words he spoke to her
and then she willingly gave in.
Their passions flowed, he curled her toes
for fifteen minutes then without
pretense he up and donned his clothes.
She said “don’t go, please stay with me
you promised me your love” but
rudely he ignored her shameless plea.
He said to her “you’re quite a score,
and I’ve enjoyed your charms” as he
was quickly walking to the door.
She said “I think that I’ve been had,
been duped and used again by one
who’s nothing but a cunning cad.”
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These games with hearts are often played
by scoundrels just for thrill and sport
while leaving hopeful dreams dismayed.
And so to all the fair young maids
who long for lasting love, beware
of men who shrewdly play charades.
November 6, 2020
She was big-boned. Her spirit
a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome
threaded through moss and engine block.
Her home was a pine and beatboard camp
for wayward cats.
She would discourse from her tangled porch
where poems grew in small pots
muddled with Ramen noodle and Maui Wowie.
Her life often vacationed to a studio apartment
on the east bank of her right eye.
She wrote on the back of her mouth
with cigarette smoke.
Her poems were the rain-filled footprints,
of Jack Kerouac.
She had pronouns before and after her name.
She wore a local fame, made legendary
by the gaps in her thoughts,
thoughts she shrewdly refused to fill in.
Travel the pathway of my life,
Read the letters written in thoughts untold,
Bold memories and precious joys,
Inspirations who reveal my heart’s silence,
Mixed with rhythms of grace, hope and peace
Feelings who tempt souls to believe…
Yes, this is the moment when I feel gentle relief,
Wonderful that can amaze, wisdoms
Falling in waves, on seas of yesterdays,
Before I knew the way toward home, the way…
Through lights who silence and calm,
Soothing away shadows with a beautiful,
Resilient, brave enough to ride on the storm,
Inspiring the songs that are ever born
From tenderness, undefeated and believing…
Journey the trails who pass over the night,
Leaving reflections of stars glistening so alive,
Filling the heavens, erasing shadowy skies,
Promising moon’s flow will ever quiet the fear,
Rousing floods of feeling, glowing
Resting on the mountains and revealing all the hope
Discovered inside prayers who rightly believe…
Oh, yes, this is the grave of doubt and defeat,
Trapped in the struggle with misery so weak,
Echoing fragments of former dreams,
Lasting promises who bring the dread relief,
Desperate darkness who claims passion’s wings,
Grieving the spirit who will ever believe…
Speak of the endless moments we laugh,
Foretelling the joy, the elation, the gladness,
Glistening like dew on the rose’s frail shadow,
Welcoming the seasons with all their genius,
Shrewdly painting the memories with gentle stirrings,
Lingering on the kindness’, the victories, the silent winds
Who upset the oaks and pines, leaving gusts of joy behind,
Remembering the crackle of leaves as they embrace the earth,
Persuading the breathless kisses of autumn’s finger,
Gripping the heart, convincing even harvest time to keep believing..,
Yes, oh yes… just believe and don’t doubt
Believe in His kindness, His compassion and the reminder
That this is a love far stronger, far surer, far more alive
Than any power on this earth! Just believe in the One
Who lived and died and is awaiting those who hear His voice
In His heavenly home, where those who believe will one day go!
Never stop believing… He is forever forgiving and He is forever giving!
His saving grace is still open to those who simply believe HIM!
rhyming riddles / animal acrostics
Among the creatures serving God’s purpose
Wrought was I to wipe out the shade.
On a hot day, a vine sprung up high
Received blessing for being made.
Meanwhile I ate my lunch. Who am I?
An animal to ride, what is my name?
Noticed I an angel, standing still,
Avoided it three sep'rate times.
Seen not by my master until
Shrewdly I spoke of his crimes.
Lo, we’re strong beasts, we kept our mouths shut,
Ignored a tasty treat all night long.
Order from our King calls, “About-face!”
Now the jealous take their turn with the strong.
Starved, our mouths open, should we say grace?
Becoming skilled with these questions?
Experts, name the animals which
Attacked forty-two rude boys who
Repressed not their covetous itch?
Scorning a prophet, as kids will do.
Surely the most mentioned beast in God’s Word.
His own Son is called by our name
Except He wears our caretaker’s shoes.
Errors of mankind -- we bore the shame
Pardoned by our blood were all loyal Jews.
answer key: check the first letters of each lines in a stanza.
The alligators will not stay in the water,
they head for strip malls, for chicken noodle joints
or sports bars for fish taco or spicy wings.
They get their nails done in a Korean salon
paying in Spanish gold.
The two legged;
the cranes, herons, and humans
edge around the gators.
Occasionally, rowdy boys bounce stones off
their scaly hides.
The unflappable crocodilians slyly grin
for they are ecologically moving-in.
Shrewdly, the reptiles are styling
alligator belts and boots, or sell gator skin handbags
from wayside stalls and booths.
The Floridians have become inured
to these green interlopers. Some seeing opportunity,
rent them housings with few tenancy rules
and ‘must have’ pools.
Sadly many furry pets keep going missing;
and not just the Cypress trees are stumped.
It’s a new era, one to be nearer together.
Undocumented or free-range, no longer estranged.
but one shared love for chicken, be it raw, fried
or grill flamed.
Through thickened woods and thorny brush
I chased the elf in silenced hush
Around intoxicating pines
And mossy-covered hanging vines
Taking care to mark the way
With petals dropped from rose bouquet
My distance safe from prying eyes
And forest creatures’ wilding cries
I stalked the fairy to his lair
With visions of the gold we’d share
I’d lie in wait and pounce at will
And marvel at my stealthy skill
Finally, his hideaway
Nestled deep in green decay
Nothing left to do but wait
And dream about my wealthy fate
The leprechaun began his work
Upon his face, the strangest smirk
But still he toiled with tools and nails
Evoking lovely olden tales
He cut and stitched a dozen shoes
The crafty work, a clever ruse
For soon his suit of green did fade
Together with his sly charade
The tap, tap, tap, a lullaby
Beneath the starry moonlit sky
My dreams of fortune quickly gone
Replaced by sunny rays of dawn
The cagey man was smart and swift
And left me with a parting gift
A pair of shoes so shrewdly soled
With dazzling heels of gleaming gold
When you live on the streets, you
attend the school of hard knocks.
And think you've hit bottom
until you feel the sharp rocks.
You wake to a throbbing pain
pounding away in your head.
And you're filled with dread, Oh God,
you kind of wish you were dead.
This can't be a hangover,
for you haven't been drinking.
But, your head is exploding,
and it hurts to be thinking.
You figure out where you are,
just as the doctor walks in.
And like a silly young fool,
you slap on a happy grin.
You survived a bad beating,
slipping death's grip, yet once more.
And quickly gaining your wits,
you shrewdly head out the door.
The lost children of the street
are more than eager to play.
But, for every lesson taught,
someone always has to pay.
(Quatrain)
3/29/2017