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We've heard all about the stockpiling,
the toilet rolls, lettuce and beans,
but secretly more of this is going on
unnoticed, and behind the scenes.
The Government, in our best interests,
(which translates they take us for mugs)
have warehouses scattered all over the place
in which they are stockpiling hugs.
They've seen that we haven't been using
our quota of hugs for a year,
which normally we all quite freely discharge
as a greeting, or after some beers.
Close facing embracing, a clinch is a cinch,
but all of our arms unemployed,
since in this pandemic the orders are strict
and so hugging we haven't enjoyed.
So we live all our lives by the orders
the Boffins have said is our guide,
we greet with a bump of our elbows, but then
our arms all hang limp by our sides.
And while we all fight for survival
and live by these laws as we must,
all heaped up in stacks on their pallets, on racks
are the millions of hugs gathering dust.
But soon, when we're all vaccinated,
and hope we're not killed in the rush,
our arms will rise free, full of hugs, then we'll see
loved ones short of breath in the crush.
No longer will hugs be illegal,
as torsos are all gladly squished,
our arms will flap up like an Eagle's
making up for the hugging we've missed.
There are many games you can play in life,
But the only one, that one stands any chance of winning,
Is the game of Love.
I have been playing it for seventy years and hope to die still in the game.
I was born into it, but being born into it is of limited advantage,
As there are a thousand enticements to opt out of the game,
For short-term gain and long- term pain.
There are strict rules for this game,
Any one of the following will get you started in the game:
Trust, integrity, empathy, realistic expectations.
But be aware there are always going to be people with no integrity,
Who will gleefully sell you fake chips,
That are only redeemable at the tables of,
Hate, Envy, Jealousy, Self-loathing, Revenge, Unrealistic expectations, and Greed.
At any stage of the game, you may find yourself landing on a square,
That requires you to make a sacrifice if you want to own,
A get out of jail free card and increase your chances of staying in the game.
I suggest you make the sacrifice, and you will find,
That it was no sacrifice at all.
I have several get out of jail free cards, at home,
And if you find yourself sitting at a table other than the table of love,
If you admit your mistake,
There are angels both earthly and heavenly,
Who can help you get back to our table.
Oh noo' It has happened again.! I thought we had escaped the continual scene:
forever falling down, and ya know what people actually celebrate it..?
and we'd thought we were safe here) a place where you had sympathetic support,
ITS NO GOOD..! that's what it isn't..' at last here was a chance at last to get time to
create our own poems, after being famous for all this time..' and we never had the chance
of creating our own stuff..' at least when we were killed off out there it was only by the
cretins..! now it has happened here, its a spiritual thing, sob.' boo-hoo, I saw the
shadow though..! it was a pale one..and we felt a vindictive force, and then our whole
new world shattered.' I wonder how would some like it? you have been being pushed about since
1643, whoever did it must be a cold hearted and lonely person..' I remember reading
reading some lines somewhere about just such a writer, hmm..' and now I'm a ghost and its
all down to someone..! Dumpty...that is who I am now..And down in the dumps BUT I AM MAD
MAD MAD and determined..! I can get revenge, I shall snoop in on any soup mail & nasty remarks
and so on; I can do that because I am a ghost now..! we had such a hard life early on at
the abbey farm there was ole aunt Patricia she was strict always minding our p's & q's
for us always saying we didn't do enough, then after Dad left us 'I was hard' but I never wanted
to be lost and nasty like she was, oh she was a stickler for 'rules' pashaaaw...! never
changed her life though did they...? hmmm, what to do next.? I don't know though if I
really should go down that road, it would be a contradiction of all I have tried to live, by
even through that nasty war, right up to now I suppose..' look! if I became like that I would
probably be going around with a horrible hot anger inside me, it would be like a big heavy
stone where my heart should be..! Oh you know what I mean.! and what would I do next.?
after I track them down.. after, I DESTROY THEM UTTERLY))) what then old egg? I
don't know what to do I feel as if I am being 'almost coerced ' here.. and I've heard
about the other place..' its hot they say, with a big black iron round thing..' I don't think
I would like it there, Oh if only Humpty and Dumpty could be here together again..'
One Nation Under God
I’m in the middle, not left nor right.
I believe that strength staves off a fight.
I’m against abortion, but I’m for the choice.
I think every child deserves a voice.
We need more programs that help our kids.
We have so many out on the skids.
Let’s feed the hungry and provide more shelter.
Let’s turn down the heat and help those that swelter.
I’m for equal rights across the board.
I will not judge, that’s for our Lord.
God gave man the gift of free will.
I believe in taxes and paying my bill.
We need prayer and discipline in every school.
We need to be strict, but never cruel.
We need to heal and see we’re flawed.
We need one nation under God.
3/8/2021 U
What You Really Want Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
a jolly darling right angle went straight out of the lateral box
fed up with grinding a living on the periphery of pure reason
he thought back to his square roots and longed for a change
his strict Dad Monty Pythagoras had been rather level headed
had equated logic premises and conclusions with happiness
a refined man steeped in knowledge in search for great virtue
his Mom Pi however never lived up the promise of her name
strayed from her calculated path of predetermined precision
abandoned caution and boredom and soaked in a bubbly bath
Archimedes my **** I can’t throw the baby out of the water
had a fling with Plato in his cave and settled for the kitchen
made the best strawberry crumble from recipes of her aunt
Little Monty Pi enjoyed whipped cream and emotion much more
than obedience and hypothenuses and left mere equations behind
licked off the whisk and dreamed of the perfect circle for good
vanilla emotions danced with sweet sugar candy mountains as
his feelings submerged into a fantasy world coated in cinnamon
he was warned that he might have eggy intuitions on his face
for shells would easily crack and ovations weren’t perfectly round
but his world was not flat anymore and he wished for perspectives
of a different kind than sitting in the lost corner at ninety degrees
if you can stand the heat you should remain in the bakehouse
savour cookies or condensed milk tarts for such exquisite cuisine
beats mere cognition and the dour fragrance of stale rationale
Mum chuckled while Dad despaired and took out his slide rule
proposed that life was no honey pot and cooking was effluvium
misleading and not up to the fine task of consequential virtues
but like most kids he would only listen to what he wanted to hear
put Nirvana on the headphones and closed his mind to objections
eventually he learnt that life was really a giant rigged rollercoaster
maybe the strawberries were laced with psychedelic truth serum
or the icing on the gateau was to abandon forethought and planning
most of all that he was neither circle nor angle and just needed to be
30th August 2020
Let not ethics deteriorate,
Always obey God's commandment;
Don't violate His holy will
Taught by the one whom He has sent.
Let us not be influenced by
False ideals in world's culture;
They are against the law of God
Written in the pristine scripture.
Couple's divorce is now legal
In many a society;
Defying God's divine order
Is done by men in their country.
Pre-marital sex is against
The strict statutes of the Father;
Teenagers do become pregnant,
Same sex marriage does get higher.
Drug overdose proves that morals
Do decline or disintegrate,
Suicide is wrong, bad or evil,
Let not ethics deteriorate.
Upon a great white steed he rode
The hope of all he served be known
This valiant soldier's war be told
To fight this day his bravery shown
Into the strife of chaos sown
They rode with vengeance high and wide
Infantry entrenched with blood and bone
Taking life from death's cold bride
For he ordered valour be by his side
Slashing sabers slaying bold
They flayed and tanned sinew and hide
That blocked the sun, darkness tombs enfold
As death and sacrifice did hide
These men's lives whose pride abides
Their lives given to halt the tide
Their courage stands never defied
Into history they marched strong
Their legend still makes hearts shudder
Into the depths of soul and song
Their fate of death sad souls recover
They are the legend of heroes who died
So ignorant of why they gave their lives
To be remembered as the useless glory's tide
To honor the strength of their captain's pride
Written January 11, 2020
Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Judged on January 28, 2020
Rewritten February 27, 2021
He’s tired of seeing everyday
the rise and set of crimson sun,
decides to capture time, thinking
as butterfly it flies away
beyond deep horizon sinking.
So, on daybreak he starts to run,
his butterfly chase has begun
to hold time within his control,
to decide when sun’ll rise, night’ll fall,
how long dreams will live in split heart.
Butterfly flies far, can’t avert,
in its wake his past tapestry
from the top of hill he could see,
weaved in snapped strands of agony.
He feels upwelled emotions rise,
on the present he closes eyes,
melted rainbow stream flows within
where future drifts away unseen.
Storm clouds of gloom gust of wind clears,
he sees the butterfly fly back
while he slips on runnel of tears,
time captures his life off the track.
January 24, 2020
Contest : Strict Rhyme And Meter Challenge
Sponsor : Son of Spock
PUNISHMENT
The king on the throne was always prone
to do justice in administration.
A complaint came
‘Last night a farmer has caught an intruder
who raped farmer’s wife.
The lady in frustration committed suicide.
What punishment should the king order?’
The king gave the strict verdict,
‘The scoundrel is to be beheaded.’
Next complaint came after a while.
‘The farmer has killed the trespasser,
but he was the prince.
Which punishment does the king order for farmer?
He has been brought to the court, tied in chain.’
The king ordered in firm quiet voice
‘Make the farmer free.’
07/26/16
'MID SUMMER PREMIERE 2018' Contest by Brian Strand
My younger son is my best judge, I believe,
Having spent more time with me, he can assess me better.
His random statements about my personality,
I believe are uttered with sincerity, not simply to please.
To him, the outstanding qualities of his mother
Are Compassion, Piety and a Yearning to improve.
Others’ pain can easily move me to tears
And am ready to alleviate their suffering as best as I can.
Forgiveness and Compassion go hand in hand.
Unless we are compassionate, we are not human.
Unless we let go, we can never be peaceful and free.
Unless we care, the fountain springs of life will go dry.
Coming to piety, yes, I am. I believe nothing is possible
Without God’s benevolence and I am rather strict,
That the family is together for the evening prayers,
For, I trust, it is through prayer, man is made fit.
Every day I entreat God to fill us with love and piety,
Which alone can keep all anxieties and fears at bay.
When problems tumble down on us, one on another,
With contrition, I address God in greater earnest.
Learning and changing every day, I strive to improve myself.
Endeavour to do my best, though never perfect.
With no inner debates and no lame excuses,
I do my duty and try to hold my head high.
Happy with my upbringing, I am thankful to my parents.
Loving myself, I am on my way to better myself.
Toiling hard to enhance the God given talents,
I cook, clean, paint and keep my surroundings beautiful.