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Our son constantly test his mom and me
Why the truth in life is so key
Can't he see all the trust he loses
In our ability to foresee
what his future could turn out to be
When he has no problem looking us in the eyes
To tell his despicable lies
When it just makes us want to cry
Looking for answers about why
When it gets away from perception of what others see
The man that his mom and I have raised him up to be
A man with integrity who is able to keep his promise
To never lie to always reach for the sky
We taught him that anything in life worth having
Requires him to be straight with others
So he doesn't always have to run for cover
In spite of your lies that jeopardize
So many things you do not realize
Because when you learn to disguise the truth
That compromise your future
On which you have to rely
To be able to get by
We are here to advise not criticize
Life is not about the lies
To that, your mom and I can testify
We would like to summarize
You will never see life's highest high's
It will only advertise
You're a man who is about the lies
Where few can sympathize
It will only capsize all your hopes and dreams
That fills your life with the sunlight
That holds you upright in Gods light
Putting your life in flight
Allowing you to become a man with integrity
That everyone can see
Who we brought you up to be
So please don't ever lie to anybody
If you want your life to be happy and free
Because people will show you respect
From what reflects from your eyes,
Not your dirty little lies
Aye did not heed the maxim be careful
what you wish for,
cuz now adversity not abate
perhaps helpful for thee reader
if this bard ****
did apprise present woe
by turning time machine backdate
asper how the fickle finger
of thine existence didst create,
a more agonizing situation discerning
scythe leant presaging grim reaper date
now welcomed with
opened arms to extricate
fools paradise by twist,
and shout of cruel fate
e'en locked up in a damp, dank,
and dark dungeon more grate
full, than full blown wraith zing hate
now lemme summarize
woe of this ingrate
where reprieve of death,
would be to good for me to jubilate
perhaps immolation, thence
at the stake burnt offerings
presented to the
"FAKE" trumpeting khanate
hence complete annihilation
the only way to liberate
a guilty conscious weighted down
by Sisyphean sized mill stones
now whit tis time mate
to acknowledge, and try to numerate
whereat one issue found me
reneging and being obdurate
on reimbursing me youngest daughter,
who could not pontificate
why she needed to fork
over monies in relation
to overpayment re
guarding social security,
essentially incumbent on me
on me eek quate
ting to a sizable tidy sum,
finding yours truly i rate
yet refund check she sent
over a year ago, and spate
of anger (born by eldest lass)
unforgivable egregious stonewalling
do to procrastination trait
this papa (rightfully my responsibility)
objects to bearing
brunt of arithmetical error
plus my own meager
very limited fiduciary reserves
induces anxiety to undulate
thus becoming fancy free
and foot loose bachelor
appears as emotionally
cannibalistic (ready
to jump off a bridge)
to shuck off this unbearable weight.
An Old Fools Worry
I’ve been a silly jester
Nearly my entire life.
Even as a goofy school kid
Way before I had a wife.
I’ve always found real pleasure
In making people laugh.
But the problem is so often
It’s from the making of a gaffe.
I find as I’ve grown older
At times a bit more feeling.
Words can more that sting
They may leave a person reeling.
I admit, at times I’m careless
Something strikes me funny
I take off with it a runnin’
Like the 'Energizer' bunny.
But sometimes as I’m leaving
I’ve just been the silly clown
I sense upon my victims face
A held back, “hidden” frown.
I’ve even sensed much worse
It’s become a growing fear
That when I’m gone, the pain
Has even caused a tear.
The problem as I see it is
The ones we love the most
Because we know them best
Are oft our unwitting host.
I’ve always felt that they should know
I wouldn’t ever mean to harm
But that don’t stop the hurt
From the twisting of their arm.
An old friend used to say:
You can’t know the public’s mood.
Nor where this person’s been
Or what just happened to their brood.
What news they’ve just been handed
The experience they’ve just felt.
They might have rather now
You’d have struck them with a belt.
I so seldom pause to sense
Who may have kicked their cat.
Or where impassioned minds
Fervent thoughts are focused at.
So with that I’ll summarize
Let you know what I’m drivin’ at.
The very next time I start my spiel
Signal “It’s not your turn at bat.”
Cause life, I’m finding, is short
So if my way of silly teasin’
For whatever be your reason
Is at all a bit displeasin’.
Just tell me so. Make it clear
A moment of forced laughter
Isn’t worth losing a good friend
Certainly not, for ever after.
Written by oldbuck Aug. 19, 2015
As he pondered all the folks he has
probably wounded over the years
with his foolish tongue.
Some focus on hair, on legs, on muscles or on lips
on feet, on shoulders, on arms or on hips
Yet though you may think it a bit odd or dumb
my sole focus here will be on the thumb
Is the thumb worthy of a rigorous dissection like this?
I'll let you be the judge of that in the final analysis...
The thumb, of course, is what makes us primates
same as black and white stripes make men inmates
Speaking of distinction, the thumb's what babies suck
and just you try from a babe's mouth that thumb to pluck!
When gardening it sure pays to have a thumb that is green
while a handyman who's all thumbs is regularly demeaned
Then there are 'rules of thumb' based on real-life experience
casting out hypotheses, guesses, and other such interference
Remember 'Tom thumb,' the tiny man once swallowed by a cow?
King Arthur's favorite, he even tangled with giants - O, wow!
Such a graceful dancer was Hans Christian Anderson's 'Thumbelina'
He could just as well have made her into a prima ballerina
I mustn't leave out Little Jackie Horner who famously
stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum!
And for those of you who like music some
Imagine a guitar strummed without a thumb
So, in closing, to conclude, to summarize, in summary, in sum
Just when was the last time your thumb went numb?!
IN AND OF WHAT WAS, WILL BE AGAIN
(I.E., There’s Nothing New Under The Sun)
In more ways than one,
it has been often said,
“what’s going to happen,
happened once before;
and what happened before,
will surely happen again.”
How thought-provoking.
Is there anything ever new?
Pondering the question,
check out the following flow:
Was not the present POTUS,
once before; and did he not get
kicked out of that office?
And will he not be
kicked out again,
this time too?
Indeed, no matter
how it goes, he will go:-
Just check out the Daily Sun,
and its sojourns: yo-yoing yesterday,
today, and tomorrow; as if to summarize:
“Its happened before, and will again.”
And hey, just check this out:
“Finally, let me say, remember,
we always reap whatever we sow.”
(“There’s nothing new under the sun.”)
Faith.
I know faith.
I’ve read faith
Lived faith
Breathed faith.
Bled faith.
I know faith.
I’ve believed in a god who never came
I’ve screamed to a god who said I only need whisper a name.
I’ve preached his wonders, his fame
I’ve declared his miracles and greatness all the same.
I prayed four hours a day
To a god with nothing to say
Bent knees, wet eyes, prostrate laid
Deep in my faith as it decayed.
I started with silent sobs to help those I love
I grew to reticent roars with no aid from above.
I pushed to pounding pleas for those in need
But dropped to impish imploring when gods didn’t concede.
Faith.
I know faith
I’ve lived it and breathed.
One of the chosen, never deceived.
I know spirit and soul
Faith is only a part of the whole.
It grows once you’ve met and you’ve known
The God whose faith you should own.
Without hangups on “why?”, “who” “who can be where?”
We recall he had one command “go out, care”
And so my faith can be boiled down to just one thing.
A rule I believe would make the heavens sing.
If only all of our kind could get behind
And commit with one mind to a better find.
Sixteen:fourteen, Corinth’s first letter
Could not summarize my faith better.
God gives but one command we need be aware of.
Above all things “Do everything in love.”
No Theme Chosen
Other texts enact Facebooking, Twitter verses.
Technical articles establish computer crashes.
Hieroglyphic ideograms snow plows in Alaska.
Extended abstracts summarize communication in Florida.
Manufactured articles establish from China.
Early texts enact Twitter verse
Complex ideograms squall.
Higher parities maintain run out of cake and ice-cream
Original articles featured on local news, Fake-news...
Such pretenders chef, never saying their grace...
English abstracts pull who uses dictionaries anymore
Numerous pretenders matters not why? no theme chosen?
9/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Patience of accusations begin to thin
As they toss complaints at me from now til then
If i could summarize my existence that easily i would
But another question is that if i even should
Raised in a household of hulks
Like angry dragons they bulk
Time after time my mind begins to twist
Turning and winding,
Trying to keep my soul from dying
Trapped in purgatory
I question if im still in hell
Was the 3 days just a metaphor for my time?
Or did it just ring with the bell!
I dont know how i came to be...
Seems i was adopted by spirits,
Ones that preserved me for eternities
Oh God! im not ashamed of your help!
Just let me see clearly!
What am i even looking for?
Something or someone i fear
Thats out of my current reach
Waiting, fighting and dying
So something good can be
Maybe il it can?
But i fear i must first put an end to all my enemies
Such is the prophecy of world war 3
No more in the end...will i here blasphemy
Anger departs for now, until it spews upon there ignorant seas.
More than meets the eye
Trapped in my mortal shel
Until the end of mortal time
Form:
(Dedicated to my Beautiful “Little Queen Fiancée” SULTANA YEASMIN and to her auspicious birthday on 18th July)
S-
Shining the abode
In a shrabon night you came
Night-queens spread the scent
U-
Undulated light
Under the crescent moon’s folk
Laughed all in thy look
L-
Lawn around all there
Kept a name of love heart fair
Sweet meat greeted peace
T-
To millennium
Eighteenth July Ninety Nine
Touched two centuries
A-
Azure blue of the sky
Comes to celebrate per year
It’s your young eighteenth
N-
Nature of Empress
The face carries to impress
Where I’m nothingness
A-
Abloom the flower
White and pink to the monsoons
On the wings of love
Y-
Youthfulness of time
In every pore of your stares
Where I'm twilight spy
E-
Expression of life
Embroidered eternity
Unite our two souls
A-
Adolescent goals
On the caravan of wish
Endears rose bed
S-
Scent of peace in breaths
Summarize our demands charts
A couple till death
M-
Migratory birds
On the colorful bared sky
We are seized in there
I-
Independent we're
Crossing horizontal lines
Now divine being
N-
North, south, east and west
All sides belong our oneness
You and I that's grace
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
July 15, 2021
(Written with Acrostic and Haiku form)
Peter Pan Syndrome the most
accurate way to summarize
psychological mindset of yours truly,
particularly as a boy with brown eyes,
who did NOT holistically acclimatize
himself with peers, which insecurity
latched deadbolt draw
bridge guaranteeing Harris
parasite to cannibalize
(figuratively), sans rip
pull sieve flesh eating das guise
nanobot, while clinging with dear life
to mother's apron strings, no surprize
unavoidably, predictably, inevitably,
trauma did successfully burglarize
(more serious than Watergate)
rendering this withdrawn, small size
passive, and docile pipsqueak
human punching bag to other guys,
one puny slip shape lad's bodily statecraft
always ready to capsize
silently suffering lifetime, threatening
afflictions, harming easy target
inculcating aghast fear to socialize
compounded by stature quite undersize
additionally afflicted with minor defect
submucous cleft palate did compromise
vocalization with severe nasality
(iterated previously other poems), where
bullies did zero Kamikaze like to criticize
relentlessly, an ideal
defenceless, friendless,
and helpless "scapegoat" booby prize
scared kid, who stood
stock still cowering in an agonize
zing posture, while my whole felt as if tied
into gordian knot as
"hoodlums" did gleefully antagonize,
yet never confided hostile treatment
to either parent, I wanted to disappear
and DIE, hence escapist wishes aye did fantasize!