Long Situation Poems
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Her clothes soaks in a sea of sweat,
her skin wet, brown and muddy,
as though floating in a Lake with debris.
Notorious in her screams
and dangerous in her gaze
Making her the worst villain of the neighborhood
been greatly antagonistic to Manhood
as agony and frustration befell her,
comparative to experiencing a difficult means of Livelihood.
Medication may be an immediate remedy
but will not stop her hatred towards the brotherhood.
In difficulty, she curses and swears,
her sexuality, been the target and victim.
Increase severity of her present situation,
makes her casualty to moral decadence
and deterring her ability to be sane.
Her thinking faculty, substituted with rage,
and naughty questions flooding her mind
like the spring as she wondered
why Humanity is propagated through such pain
The Balloon of Life gone so flaccid,
her pains, like the infiltrating effect of an Acid.
Just one last push to proceed,
knowing fully well, she will succeed
and finally, the glorious result of a seed.
She has been in a Barren Land so dry,
the feeling of darkness, she is ready to fry
the transition to light, she gives a try
which becomes accomplished with a Newborn's cry.
She felt his presence by her side
Her first reaction – unimpressed.
She turned her head, a toss of hair,
The situation she assessed.
Maybe it was the dauntless smile
Perhaps the wicked twinkling eyes
The self-assurance in his poise...
Do warning bells ever suffice?
She sipped her drink and options weighed
He praised her looks and wispy gown
His flavoured words - delicacy
Her guard she weakly lowered down.
Till late at night beneath the stars
They danced to music, hands on hips
If ever doubts had crossed her mind
Erased they were by burning lips.
She found him suave and debonair
His face, ethereal, divine
Attentive eyes looked deep within
His lips still tasted of sweet wine.
The music played; he held her tight
Each sense alive and needing more
She whispered breathlessly to him,
"There's more to me you must explore."
Behind closed doors, he lay her down
And kissed each part that he undressed
Before her nakedness was shown
Her face he tenderly caressed.
"I will not take what is not mine;
You will not be a one night stand."
"My love," she said with bated breath,
You'll guide my life; I'll guide your hand."
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A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
DEAR AUNTY NICKY
Dear Aunty Nicky,
I have been referred to you,
my name is Fawn,
I’ve been awake all night
it’s almost dawn,
I seek your advice
On a personal issue,
Your column is reputed to be best,
First, let me get a tissue!
My husband makes love to me
Three times a night,
This is a concern that could lead to an
Unwanted plight,
I could perhaps fall pregnant
With triplets!
Our pet pig, who has just had
Three adorable piglets,
Can cope with this situation for she,
She has more than a couple of nipples,
Perhaps our lovemaking should be limited
To two a night, not always triples,
Let me know what you
Think Aunty Nicky,
Things are becoming rather tricky,
I write to you in confidence, please
Advise in magazine’s next issue,
For my husband has now
Raised our lovemaking to four,
I’m anxious as to what could ensue,
Kindly advise what I should do!
Regards Fawn.
(Contest - BUNNY JUMP and Caren Krutsinger 24th December 2018)
I stay in the dark, far away from eyes
Who will see what they like not
Who cannot wish me well
Because on the past they dwell
Like a hoarder who hoards anger from memories of the past
Of a situation that did not last
I stay away from pictures and public posts
Away from an opportunity to boast
About the one I love the most
My favourite person who is a gift
Imperfectly perfect and is all that I have wished
For
And much more
I avoid an opportunity for ill wishes
I keep what's mine hidden from envious onlookers
That way I am filled with simple riches
Prayer, spirituality, happiness and love
I am rich with all of these above
I give a big smile from ear to ear
While looking at the One who is dear
To me...
And we hold hands through our journey on earth
Enjoying it to the fullest for all that it is worth
One dark dreary night while happily drinkin’ up a big big storm,
I beheld a tiny green man in my bottle, oh!—not the norm.
He’s my tiny green man in my Irish whiskey bottle.
He’s my Leprechaun with whom I’d like to drink a pottle.
He’s the man with a certain quaint eye twinkle and attitude,
And he has all the fine alcoholic credentials and certitude,
Of one who’s done much, seen much, drunk much much,
And has great insight, insatiable charm, and a very deft touch.
My friend the Leprechaun tells me of his present living situation:
“Medrinks, Methinks, Mesleeps, Medrinks, ah!—My salvation!”
I tell him my ancestry is “Half-Irish” which makes me Celtic,
And he says, “Me good friend Gary, no shame, Me too Celtic!”
My Leprechaun asked me of my present situation with poetry,
And I says—“Medrinks, Methinks, Mewrites, Meloves poetry.”
Over time I found I was mimicking more and more my little elf friend,
And he says, “Me brother Gary, no worry, we both be Irish my friend.”
I told my Leprechaun that he does indeed have quite an alcoholic ego,
And my little elf quipped, “When we both drink Gary, I’m your alter ego!”
And so, my Leprechaun in my bottle is my good friend—my adviser,
And, I find that as we both drink together my poetry flows all the wiser.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 9, 2014)
(Rhymed Couplet)
Give God all the credit and all of the praise
For all that He's done for you during your hectic days
And if you're a witness to His miraculous deeds you need to shout out
So that your praise and worship of Him is never in doubt
No matter your situation or what you're facing in life
Don't get stuck on personal pain turn it over to Christ
When Jesus rode into the city on Palm Sunday
It was a triumphant, jubilant and very loud display
In attendance were those who believed, those who witnessed
and those who received His wonderful works
As well as the Pharisees, the haters, the hanger-oners and a few jerks
Yet Jesus rode on moving towards His destiny
He did not get stuck on His personal tragedy
We need to be like Jesus moving towards our fate
We need to be like Jesus and not hesitate
But let's not get it twisted we need to understand
That Jesus suffered most every bad thing that could happen to man
Betrayed,denied, condemned and criticized
Arrested, beaten, tortured and then crucified
But if you're a witness to the miracles that God has done
You need to give a shout out to Jesus the Christ His Son
Now Judas the Disciple had a weakness and love for coin
And the Devil used this against him to have it going on
Plotting and persuing his weakness to the extreme
Turning it into wickedness and underhanded schemes
But God had a predestined plan
He sent Mary Magdalene
Who anointed Jesus with precious perfume
In preparation for His body being entombed
On Palm Sunday on that donkey Jesus did ride
On Monday and Tuesday at the temple He sermonized
On Spy Wednesday a deadly and underhanded deal was put into place
On Maunday Thursday at the Last Supper they broke bread after saying grace
And on Good Friday from Sun up to sundown He was demoralized
And beaten the entire time until He was crucified
But that is not how the week came to end
On Easter Sunday Jesus arose to be the salvation for all men
So if you're a witness to the goodness and the sacrificing love of Jesus the Christ
Give Him a shout out for being the head of your life
I don't know what it is you're keeping me around for
I don't know if you're expecting me to open one of your doors
I don't know what your intentions are, if we aren't even friends
I don't know if there's something more serious - that depends
I don't know if truly you wanted me for a single sex session
'Cause, boy, if I would've known that - I'd have taught a lesson
I don't know what's happening during the time I've been here
Why are you afraid of opening up? What is it that you fear?
I don't know if I quite understand the way you socialize w/ me
I don't know why you assume that with me you aren't free
I don't know how you could love me so w/o communication
I don't know what's up 'cause you won't tell me your situation
I don't know why I still feel like I'm missing a piece of you
I don't know why I feel so vague - you're not telling me the truth
I don't know how to fix this 'cause you don't talk anymore
The way you used to sound - so confident and so sure
I don't know what you're refusing to tell me like a team
I don't know why I can't reach you to fulfill a starting dream
I don't know what to do - but I know I wanna be with you
Even though I love you - I can't force you to love me, too
Dying in his arms
I remember everything
How he made me safe
As we searched among the stars
Far away from planet earth.
Distanced by visors
Each breath a deadly struggle
An indigo sky’s
Three moons look down upon us
My life force dissipating.
Panic in his eyes
Our situation hopeless
Thoughts are all of him
Remembering everything
As the darkness closes in.
Confused, where am I?
Strong arms hold me tight
Breathing shared air together
We are alone ~ no rescue
Facing unknown together.
Below is a revised edition of the poem. I thought there was room for improvement. It was a tricky write.
FACING UNKNOWN TOGETHER
Dying in his arms
I remember everything
Our great adventure.
Far away from earth
We explored the galaxy
Mysteries revealed.
Curiosity
The force that drives us always
This was our downfall.
On a blue planet
We met predestination
Distanced by visors.
Panic descending
Remembering everything
Struggling for each breath.
Confused where am I?
Breathing shared air together
Alone, no rescue.
As We Breathed
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Can you see the homeless
Shivering with their emaciated physique
Struggling for shelter in make-shift shanties
Midst luxurious condominiums?
Can you hear their children known as street kids
Yelling at each other for left-overs
While seeking for edible crumbs
Among heaps of garbage?
Can you bear with their impoverished state
Along with their agony and anguish
As they desperately make both ends meet
Even in their shame brought by their misery?
Can you feel their plight
Since they regard themselves as victims
Who have been denied with opportunities
Though they labored hard, as they say?
Oh, my Lord, these are for You to answer…
And as I wait, I trust You and Your wisdom
For You know what’s best in every situation
Being the Almighty Sovereign over all.
Help me, please, to do my part
As Your steward who must help build lives
Thus, by Your grace, I do what’s right
By being a blessing, and not a burden.
Let me share what I have with joy
And to give what I can by Your grace
Make Your goodness always reign
With Your love*that prevails over injustice.
*Jude 1:21 Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.
April 12, 2018
4th place, "Social Justice Free Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 4/17/2018.
(Featured PS poem on November 21-27, 2021)
Lionel Messi of Argentina by Adejola Joseph.
A mystery on the pitch
Little shorty conjuring the magical moment
The ball on his foot is like a sticker on your car
Messi is a monster
If he takes the ball from the center field
He dribbles five without losing his posture
He dazzles you
He entertains you
The he shocks you!
Messi creates something out of nothing
The only hope in hopeless situation
Never beaten until the final whistle
Messi
The magical Messi!
Thanks the stars I exist in your time
I witnessed the modern era of great and interesting football.
Messi
The magical Messi!
Prof Adejola Joseph. Nigerian poet laureate. Ijesha born poet laureate. 08136798381.