Long Sociable Poems
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It twinkles brightly upon a baby’s first born cry
On September 23 to October 22 reigns up in sky
Transforming into a magical pair of scale
Hailing the beauty of Venus to unveil
As its Libran muses tread a path of life thenceforth
Soaring on element air, Friday has a blissful hoot
Ravenous taste on cereals, apples and berry fruit
Oh, are they on diet just to fit their suits?
They might have been smitten by a peaceful sky blue
Wearing gems with sparkling sapphire and jade in various hues
Their floral taste of rose in pink, white, blue, red or yellow
An exquisite gift of love, three for me and three for you
Born Libras are courteous and diplomatic
Loving, sweet and most especially romantic
They are easy-going and charming
They are very sociable and they are darlings
Born Libras are peaceable and fair
Lovers and friends to everybody, they prefer
They are balanced both in mind and in heart forever
No ambivalence for love, never a teeter-totter
Aug. 26,2014 6.10.00pm
I just got most of the information here from the designs of my favourite mug and cover of my piano piece. I don’t know if it is true ;)))))
Wearing my best dress,
Stirring tea with a fine spoon,
I will mind my manners well
And be a success.
Tonight I adore the moon
While my disappointments swell.
Everyone will smile
A proper sociable grin
And ask about each other.
All will speak awhile
About how great time has been
And who is now a mother.
We used to wear jeans
And disdain the grown-up ways.
We sought out different lives.
Now it surely seems
Reaching our own grown-up days
Reveals us as standard wives.
Teenage malcontent
Seeks a newer, better world
Than what modern adults view.
Seems teenage time spent
Grows a woman from the girl
Who conforms to ways held true.
the commander
Going on board my ship, a balmy night in Gibraltar
I noticed four old warships (hunter class) tied up
together on a deserted pier as waiting for the final
verdict, to be turned into nails or sunk.
Having drunk beers with an ex. Royal navy people
I boarded one ship, walked up to the bridge
And took command
Giving orders to drop depth charges against
a German U-boat, I heard a voice behind me say:
“This is state property you have to leave.”
He took his helmet off and whipped his shiny doom,
a sociable copper, not looking for upgrades by
arresting people.
Leisurely we walked to my merchant ship
in a few hours, I would get up, cook breakfast
but I had, briefly, been a commander.
In the middle of the meadow she stands.
Majestically reaching toward Heaven.
Beautiful in her solidness,
Patient and serene.
From beneath her branches
Kisses are stolen between lovers,
Their initials etched within
Proclaiming immortal devotion.
She is an enduring sanctuary,
Absorbing the suffering.
Tears from broken hearts fall.
She comforts the forlorn.
Youngsters are tempted into her shelter,
A magical secret hideaway.
They clamber into her green haven,
An enchanting retreat.
Friends rendezvous beside her,
A sociable meeting place,
Intimacies are shared
Amid her familiarity.
For years she has stood proud,
Her roots firmly grip the ground,
So glorious and green.
She is so much more than just a tree.
The wonderful woman buried there
Molded me in her hands with vision’s care
Of enthusiastic pot maker’s creativity;
Ushered me in this world of cruelty
And gallant gave me her sweet breast
Of milk so my spirit was the joy’s crown;
She held me tight in her balmy bosom
So such sincere sense of security
Handed me everlasting love of purity.
The wonderful woman buried there
Gained me my identity as sturdy as a snare;
Her great feat in edification
Lent intellect to my premature years
Hence now I stay alive wholly because of her-
No human race can subsist without mother.
The wonderful woman buried there
Self-sacrificed herself on the cross’s jolt
Flaking searing tears of salt through droughts
So I may grow to be a man neigh naughty
But a man educated deeply like her-
When the tears fell on my countenance,
The tears did not taste of salt
But like the crack of dawn’s sun.
The wonderful woman buried there
In that sinister sepulcher, beneath the cross
The lady whose epitaph reads:
‘Herein rests lady, Dr Trusila
PhD Social Motherhood,
A committed mother, sociable worker,
Human liberation seeker,
The sun for her lone son….’
The wonderful woman buried there,
The brilliant woman who gave me life
That woman who is masked there is my mother.
Perhaps better if I’m alone
No one bothers to reply me anyway
This world I hadn’t know I own
When either I have no place to stay
They told me I should change
They told me to be more sociable
Their absent is all I see remain
How much is my reliance to them credible?
I do not see how things are better
Like they promise it would
Perhaps just for themselves they require
Did my life just went as they should?
To have long surpass what they feel
Yet no one is to remain ever right
Things encountered for experiences knew
We can only shade ourselves deeper to be polite
Is it better to be alone?
If I’m not to be bothered anyway
Some world to only own
Yet no place can I find to stay
Not everything that we love is the best thing for us. Such is the case with people who aren't very sociable.
Also, a request by one to be left alone might be an opposite request to pay attention to him. Not all of us have the ability to
request assistance. But even if "Leave me alone" is a genuine desire, sometimes, our better judgment might compel us to do otherwise.
I believe that we were created to be sociable and not isolationists. Two decades ago, I was that person who wanted to be 'left alone'.
I did not say those words, but every part of my body wore the sign. Most people saw the sign, read it, and granted my desire to be left alone.
A few were more aggressive and dared to pursue me for various reasons. I think that they were decerning enough to risk my elusive and resisting
attitude. Perhaps they detected a missing piece of my puzzle within themselves and felt an obligation to step forward with that piece, making
me a more completed person. It's interesting that at least five people stand out who refused to leave me alone. Four of the five are now deceased, but
before their demise, they placed valuable pieces in my life's puzzle and played unique rolls of character building in my life.
111021PS
“And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air…” Genesis 2:19 of the King James Bible
Awesome spring birds, fowls of the air, according to God Almighty
Blessings to nature, inspiring mankind with their avian business:
Cardinals courageously cheer along comforting chatters
Delightful blue jays, in their distinct sounds, defy despair
Eager ducklings excite pet lover’s enthusiasm
Fluttering bluebirds feature themselves as adorable flock
Glee-filled chickadees chirp goodness’ greetings
Humming birds sing out their hoisting call for hope
Interesting flute-like tones from male orioles inspire
Jubilant woodpeckers chisel nests joyously
Kindness twitters sociable robins midst friendship kindling
Lovely tanagers in brilliant plumage perch in liberty…
Many more are they… manifesting Creator-endowed “birdie” magnificence.
February 26, 2021
2nd place, "Spring Birds" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/27/2021.
A bird that loves warm weather, I am beautiful and bright
although some in my family can even be pure white!
I have a friend like that (so cute). His name is cockatoo.
You can call ME Scarlet. I’m yellow, red and blue!
How beautifully I blend in with colors you can see
in Amazon’s exotic jungle. That’s where you’ll find me!
Curved and quite distinctive is my large and lovely beak.
It cracks nuts (even coconuts!). It’s certainly not weak.
I’ve got strong claws for clutching as well as four long toes.
Plus I know more things than your average bird knows!
That’s because I’m sociable and smart inside my flock.
Our tail feathers we shake and noisily we squawk!
That’s how we communicate; if caught, we learn to gab.
That’s one reason we’re a bird that bad guys like to nab.
I’m charming and gregarious. Sassy too I’d say!
But just you try to catch me; I bet I’d get away.
After I am 3, I hardly even get to date
because I live for many years and stay with just one mate!
To watch me in my setting, I think you’d be in awe.
Do you know precisely? I’m the parrot called macaw!
July 26, 2020
for Tania Kitchin's I Am A Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
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sneering
decidedly grand
positively grand
values! very working class
protracted ears, 1000 morals, agreeable policies
tenacious ears, lordly morality, sociable policies
perennial ears, expansive ethics, sociable policies
eternal ears, impressive morality, congenial policies
longstanding ears, lordly ethics, compatible policies
! its expansive ethics calling, swimmingly so grand
. its womb-to-tomb ears hooting, suddenly grand!
my ever so longest ears hooting, suddenly grand
we ever so tall ears snorting, suddenly
no retentive auricles booing, suddenly
no its unsound ears booing, suddenly
if a donkey big, consistent, large
a morals so blue
hooting donkey
for box grand!
are end box us
not hot in go
if can for end
blue not out time
liberal! like up
ears was