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In my early years I possessed this naive faith,
and I believed all that the Bible saith:
often to a fault,
it came from a place of innocent faith;
my life was simplistic with trust.
By fourteen I stopped expecting people to be kind,
I thought that I would find those of like mind:
but found liars,
yet, my naive remains and I seek out and find;
good people who believe in me.
And as an adult my naive quality is not weakness,
it is my source of strength and my uniqueness:
I question everything,
I ask for evidence- gone is all my meekness;
and I expect others to keep their promises.
Bring me reality, spare the insanity; preening and vanity
Do.! Its purpose I’d rather gather not
Twaddle and flatter; For ..!!
Really I’m open of view.’ I don’t want TV Docs
I want info that rocks’
Can I see some groundbreaking news?
Not acres of smiles, subterfuge and all wiles
I’d really like fair enough news,
It’s all panstick and slapstick and soundbites
And asterisks’ not to mention a grimness
That’s part of the brew, it seems the
Devil’s own cauldron is stirred to a fault
On the screens that are owned by a few
Do you think there might be?
Something better to see,
Have you ever thought
That there could be? an antidote to suggestion
Of gloomy dimensions, surely
It might just so be?
Not just medics with millions
With their bosses owning zillions
Who paid for their very degree?
Remember GMO in your food from Monsanto
But I guess; that’s already old
News … a week’s not a long time in your view; or maybe mine?
But in some circles, it’s a vital in-tu; intuition.. Revision in the dark
Winter tradition' ya’ know maybe it’s all doctored views?
Hey no smiling or laughing or back slapping,
Singing or dancing.
Unless you are in on the ruse.
©Joe Maverick 30-1-2022
Each day I live, the pain consumes
What little sanity I have bloomed
Like walking in a cloud of fog
Falling down, sinking into smog
Life just seems grim
I think on a whim
Interest lost in everything I do
But what a life, who really knew?
Depressed to a fault, that all I see
Death just seems like the only way for me
A waste of time, I feel I am
But that's its nature, a full mind jam
I try and try to ease the pain
A fallen effort with no gain
Thoughts begin to eat away
Makes me want to end it today
Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel
I pray and wish this all wasn't real
Life just seems more like a prison
Caged, alone, an abomination risen
No one could ever understand
Why I would want my death sooner than planned
Its not something I want for me
But to end my suffering this is what has to be
So I write this all as I fall from grace
Down to this place, some barren waste
I know not how much longer I will last
But all I can do, is pray that this will just pass
Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”
Here by the buoy
Buoy in deep sea
Sea with salt air
Air that must come...
Come let us go
Go somewhere far
Far from this place
Place beyond time...
Time to just be
Be what we are
Are not mere stuff
Stuff with no sense...
Sense out of sync
Sync lost in blurs
Blurs that now swirl
Swirl in mad storm...
Storm that flings dust
Dust that wears breath
Breath in a choke
Choke that frees zest...
Zest in a take
Take what lives here
Here on the verge
Verge of word play...
Play with fond ease
Ease that speaks well
Well to a fault
Fault that feels right...
Right to sculpt think
Think to purge tense
Tense on the brink
Brink of odd verse...
Verse that sings out
Out of the void
Void that primes seed
Seed for the dawn...
Dawn comes with light
Light to see things
Things of a sort
Sort brand new flair...
Flair of a soul
Soul in a heart
Heart wears a mind
Mind in quicksand...
Leon Enriquez
01 October 2014
Singapore
It was a windy day
My kite was practically blowing away
But I was in a good mood
Because a bologna sandwich is my kind of food
Grandma skipped the mustard, put mayo on mine
Because she knows me, and she is really quite fine.
My cousins were with me, but they gave me some space
‘Cause I had Bruto with me and he wanted a taste.
Bruto is my dog, loyal to a fault, but sneaks a bite
I had to watch him closely while I was flying my kite
My cousin Ally came over and tried to entice him away
But he is my dog through and through every single day
The grass was soft, the day was warm, but not too hot
My cousins were there, and they number a lot.
Eleven firsts, but with the seconds, maybe twenty-two.
I ate my sandwich, and there were brownies too.
It was 1967, a terrific year to be a boy in Cedar Falls.
We made a day of it, played with jump ropes and balls.
Our mothers yelled for us for supper, and there was dessert.
We were grimy and happy after a day in the dirt.
Watermelon was brought out at the end of the night.
We were dragged away from Grandma’s, it was a sad sight.
When I am having a bad day, I think back to that time.
A fabulous day, a week after I had just turned nine.
Love is a passionate portrait painted with the heart
Burnished brush strokes are a cherished work of art
when friendship blossoms as buds bloom into flowers
and romance reigns with caresses in garden bowers
Splashes of seafoam and evergreen flecks her eyes
Cerulean for the sea near the shore where she lies
Tint of Tuscan gold in the sand, reflected by the sun
and pastel pink on the lovely lips of my beloved one
Crimson on canvas, ruby red once she's been kissed
It's my intimate impression of her in a tender tryst
With carefully blended oils, her portrait takes shape
as I capture the delicate tresses curling on her nape
My deep desire tempts and teases my male senses
Against loving her, I will build no bulwark of defenses
My fingers long to fondle her cheek when she smiles
This beauty is not a woman who uses feminine wiles
I've adorned the canvas with her image as best I can
Flawed to a fault by my hand. I am an imperfect man
In this painted creation I hope I've been able to portray
the beauty and grace of her that words cannot convey
Scared Mary,
Unprepared Mary,
Incomprehensible yet strangely legible,
Outside of the box in isolation Mary.
New Mary,
Old Mary,
Realities are a kaleidoscope,
Always big vision and big picture seeing Mary.
Spontaneous Mary,
Boring Mary,
Gifted the role of everything and nothing,
Multidimensional experience Mary.
Cyclical Mary,
Unpredictable Mary,
Goggles ethereal with physical on the side,
So strange and unable to be normal Mary.
Selfless Mary,
Selfish Mary,
Fiercely loving and Protective to a fault,
Contradictory and human at best Mary.
Celibate Mary,
Desperate Mary,
A Biological Divine combination,
Big impact but small blip in wider space Mary.
Figure of a man, constantly open
Poetry marriage that makes him richer
Her heart and beauty a gift so golden
Separate it would change, die, and wither
Friendship woven his unfailing embrace
Knowing not about him; external blessed
Through unassuming nature God gives grace
Gratitude words spoken his life expressed
Love of the tall pine and Mckinley beach
Journey hand in hand through umber forest
Embracing warm home, changed eyes within reach
Captive to lucid euphoric promise
Blessed interest with family and friends
Personal journey of faith God ascends
11/8/2016
Insert from ; "DUMMY - Hurtful & Healing Words"
by; Richard lamoureux
http://www.wisedummypoet.com
Richard lamoureux
Richard
Husband, son, father, friend
Mary's sweetie, Matthew's dad, Edith's son, brother to Teresa and Roy
Lover of family, friends and time alone
Who feels passion, joy and doubt
Who fears rejection, being forgotten and failure
Who would like to see Paris, Greece and the face of my Savior
Resident of Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada
Lamoureux
Richard
Proud, deceitful, lustful, liar
holder of grudges, occupier of dark thoughts
Competitive to a fault, craver of things material
Temptations target
Who feels torn in two
Who fears his darker instincts
Resident and member of humanity
Lamoureux
If you have a friend.
Protect them to the end.
They should have heard.
If you've given them your word.
Trust in their good will.
So that joy will never spill.
Out into the night.
Without warmth, without light.
You trust them to a fault.
Your buddy has sealed the vault.
If they break that trust.
Then your heart will surely rust.
Do not take them for granted.
This great wisdom is not slanted.
Teach them to honor and commit.
Never barter, never quit.
If they are proven wrong.
Forgive and sing a song.
For your life be ever long.
Niceness you should be.
Fill the world with harmony.