The full moon followed us here, there and everywhere with its madcap mischievousness, but brought us home safe and sound. — poet
Pleasure of pleasures to be home.
A pleasing treasure of the front door.
Opening, stretching, seeking solace.
Practically diving inside, turning
the faucet back on; releasing air
conditioning and oh…oh…the joy
of the showering spray, removing
the night before, the morning after
from Delta delays. Oh the laze…
did I say the laze…oh no no no…
working to unpack, just to wash
and refill the suitcases. Laboring
for a reunion in Atlantic City.
Mercy and mercy and fun, fun, fun
in the Jersey sun and buffets too,
and much talk talk talk…until
our threshold greets us again
with a chummy slap on the back.
A smile that sets your heart to spin
Face shines with his innocent grin
Running about without a care
All grown up now with curly hair
Impish mischievousness he shows
Spreading cheers wherever he goes
The playground is his favoured place
Daring his mom to give him chase
Harmless laughter rips through the air
Follow the sound and catch him there
10.28.2020
(For my nephew)
If one is not facing any problems
He’s not at all a man!
If one doesn’t control his wife
He’s not at all her husband!
If there’s no fight in home
She’s not at all a wife!
If there’s no love showered on children
They’re not at all parents!
If there’s no mischievousness
They’re not at all children!
If they understand our problems
They’re not at all relatives!
If they misunderstand us
They’re not at all our friends!
If there’re no wise and fools in a nation
There’s no prime minister at all!
If we’re not troubled
There’s no God at all!
If I don’t bring it to your knowledge
I’m not at all a poet!
Peace to the world is a sin to say to all ears
Humanity would always be at war with itself
Millions of states would always war themselves
History will be recorded in the past and present
No fight, no friend, no enemy; no success.
Adam rebelled against his maker godlessly
His salty heart revealed mischievousness
the religious diversity, would always stand
cultural differences would always hurt us all
languages shall darken our minds against peace.
Peace to the world is an illusion to the eyes
Till the maker journey from Jerusalem home
Until the messiah blow the trumpet of doom
War shall remain sweeter than peace to ears
All humans shall dare and look the sun’ eyeball.
The bombshell of a victorious coward in the street
Shall flaunt our whiskers scaring the stubborn house fly,
Hoping to dine, shine and dance the steps of the gods.
We shall seek no more of peace but of love and unity
The gargantuan union of minds mooning thoughts
© John Vincent Artistry
For: Film Republic Pictures
Said my wondering eyes.
Your image tantalizes me.
mischievousness pierces
through lascivious eyes
sinking into mines,
waiting to touch.
A sugary kiss
on soft lips
lusciously pasted.
My palpitating heart
like a butterfly revel to nectar,
with magic slowing its wings,
and gloating it's colors.
Never will we part.
Oh ecstasy Indeed I am indebted,
This tingling excitement of a day dreamer
and a sweetness to savor.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 6/24/2016
Their faces betrayed my trust
I don't know which way to go.
They speak of oil and peace,
They speak of love and harmony,
Boldly written on their fore head.
They smile and sing for justice with me
Were they not the same people that drinks from the cup
of corruption and eat from the plate of mischievousness
Yet they Talk about demonstration and protest?
Their faces speak evil to my ears
I know them Quiet alright , chameleons.
They are devils in human form.
Trust them not and watch your steps ,
Least they betray you in the long run
and you fall with nothing to hold onto.
My cousin is wearing an ankle bracelet because he got in trouble with the police.
He's always getting himself in trouble, his mischievousness will never cease.
He was given the ankle monitor and placed under house arrest.
Just thinking about his situation is enough to make a person depressed.
Don't be like my cousin, never commit a crime.
Because if you do, you'll end up doing time.
(This is a true story.)
This Satanophobia makes me fear more
A jobless framework like a rust armour
From the arsenal of an old strong warlord
Surefooted to cut down a long strong rod.
Its an aframomum melegueta
Which its pungency hurts than a cutter.
Idleness; a caustic abstract worker
Bow in the hand of evil chief archer.
Seest thou an idle man; devil's abode
Activates arch injurious spirit mode
There, every evil venture was acted
To destroy good works that was created.
The master of mischievousness is good
At making an unused hand as his food.
He puts evil on an engage-less man
Like ao dai on vietnamese woman.
Ye idles away like a falling leaf
While others toil to earn a coin for beef
And ye rip off them of their hard labour.
An idle man, a devilish harbour.
Never mind; we all have brain but not intelligent.
Misunderstanding and disappointment is living base;
Harassment and mischievousness why do we face?
Is someone responsible somewhere for this dent?
Is hell or heaven a living standard an approachable hint?
We waste our present to plan tomorrow or to analyse yesterday,
We never estimated our progress but celebrating a birthday,
The entire life education fails to teach us mankind,
But modern human is living in a ghost tent.
Eats smell and spreads stink but not avoiding mint.
living in waste; searching better taste for standard living,
never learns a lesson, crime is his fashion for care giving,
Why do i disturb others and like sound sleep for more relax?
Always looking short cuts and direct rout for a clean shaving.
The divine nature got stunned,
When our destination merged,
First time you held my hand,
A lightning of feeling got surged.
Wind was stirring mischievousness,
Sun was concealed with cloudy envious,
We were travelling with time,
Yet its impact was extraneous.
Our hands were glued together,
My shoulder was happiest to serve your head,
The bus was in its own world,
We were cuddling in our own thread.
Smiling were showering from words
Discussions were feeling aloof,
That bench still cherishes that moment,
Where we started our home without roof.
Moon’s shyness was evident,
His shine was spreading onto my life,
We were experiencing telepathy,
Silence was covering that benign strife.
Those 7 hours were magical,
Passed with speed of light,
Every second was exquisite,
Dissolve into my soul, a delight.
We were together as friends,
Yet something was strange,
We were talking endlessly,
Dearth and miseries were out of range.
We created a true friendship tie,
Translating earth into sky,
Roller coaster has already climbed,
Ride was definite from that high.
In my husband's first pastorite
Had some young married men
Who were full of mischievousness
At a church social late one night
These young men disappeared
Out of everyone's sight
Out on the parking lot
They did their deed
Duct taped the headlights (Another use for duct tape)
So when we did leave
They could laught at the pun
But my husband just
Onto the road he did run
But he stopped when he
Saw their faces
Oh the sight of their
Disgraces and horror
That it could be a disaster
Silken sweet eyes
of mischievousness
and intelligence,
captivating,
fascinating,
spots and locks
that’s what I need.
Set it down,
line um up
your hips got the groove,
make me drool
with every move
enticing,
inviting,
making me swoon
even with what you think are boons.
So self-conscious
and naturally teasing
she stops the room by being.
Angel?
Succubus?
Does it matter,
she’s
just what I need.
Hershey, black satin, as long as my torso
Diamond green comforting eyes
Velveteen curious nose
Tongue like a pumas stone
Her elegant but waddling stride
Powerful, confident and territorial
Sitting like a queen on her throne
Cat of mine, mother to be
Tuxedo, black and white, bow tie and all
White sock covered feet like satin gloves
Long white elderly whiskers
He reminds me of Fred Astair
Quick calculated light on his feet
Shy yet debonair
Patient, watchful and full of pride
Father to be
Oreo, friend and foe
White as snow, black face and tail
Large circular patches of black
Fearless fence and roof climber
Youngster full of mischievousness
Paws in the air, tummy exposed to the sun
Purring so loud she vibrates
Kitty of mine
If your coming into life
won't be of any good to others,
your presence is so worthless;
your sight is bleary
and your senses are blunt;
you may be tumultous as the wind,
be derisive,reckless and noisy...
lawless and imprudent in you hunt,
but what you capture is your own kind!
I like to see the good things prevail
over the ones that cause dispair;
I value life in all its beauty,
to strenghten the confidence in my creed...
All mending has to be done
before death and darkness arrive
with the hunger of a swine;
they'll take, without prejudice,
anybody who seeks solace...
and if mischievousness or mirth
tries to buy your way out of it...
your punishiment will be imminent!
There are many risks that should be avoided,
the ones that impair your judgement;
caution and wisdom promise a longer life
and make your living absolute;
prayers are not to be considered
as futile as an imbecile's laugh...
to imply that your presence is so worthless!
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