Many think life is living the riches
Their heart finds love but never satisfaction
Living society, where does one find peace
Among their heart, forgotten how to love
Nature of existence, bond in unity
We obligate our priorities to material world
Our souls buried with ancestors we walk
Like lost generation ruled unto themselves
Life is believing anything is possible to achieve
One must be willing fight for survival
Like it was your last breath, it could be
Experience to live judged by who you are
In yourself peace exist among the ruins
Can not live by code of man but code of land
Our creation with purpose it is spoiled
With desires of flesh our prayers for prosper
Peace of love is oversight to mankind's doing
But perfecting in you his perfection abound
Like being optimistic but in all reality
Truth, anything possible and nothing's perfect
Failure is not an option but choice one chooses
Change starts with you as example for others
Life's example, giving a piece of you back for
the good of mankind
Categories:
obligate, absence, character, creation, humanity,
Form: Didactic
What is a mother? Is it birth?
In a way, for that is the Earth,
the need to seed, to procreate
that is, our natures obligate.
Is that a mother’s duties done;
that’s all. I’m through. I have a son.
It was and is, and was again,
ignorant to the silent pain;
never knew quite how to mother;
left it to a father’s other;
appearing now and then through years,
a hand held out, an eye of tears.
You gave him life; he buried you
It’s what a son and mother do;
and all that lay between those two
are things you missed and never knew.
Categories:
obligate, mother son,
Form: Rhyme
The long, green tail twitching on the kitchen floor
Fills me with disgust, so I throw it outside.
I'm aware that my obligate carnivore
Has a secret that she disdains to confide.
The cat grabbed the lizard while crouched in the shade.
She enjoyed a meal of reptilian feast,
Yet she kept the tail, brought in to be displayed.
My sweet, cuddly cat, my predatory beast.
Categories:
obligate, cat,
Form: Rhyme
The ancients honored you in their cultures
Mythology crowned Jataya, King Of Vultures
Obligate scavengers, you conduct your foray
Toward putrid carcass of what will be your prey
Dead bodies, prairie dogs, rodents, wild boars
Insatiable eclectic pallet opens many doors
Vomit, your defense, your uric acid searing
Hunched backbone, broadened wingspan so fearing
Here they soar, the vultures who seldom kill
Just scouting about for their carrion meal
Categories:
obligate, bird, dark,
Form: Couplet
I
She heard at age eight:
"You exist, good, Does not obligate"
The Universe to take notice at 18 0r 88.
II
Maureen, you are not in hiding
intellectually
MO McGreavy, you are fearless
artistically
My Sister, you can dialog (Dialogue)
fraternally,
nationally,
internationally,
universe-ally.
(c)Anil Deo, thanks Maureen McGreavy for inspiring dialog over our words. PTL
Categories:
obligate, art, courage, education, environment,
Form: Epigram
Simple is the crux of good design
Yet complexity is the path
One must follow to start with.
Only then is revealed
How to simplify,
Stripping away
The padding
To gist,
Crux
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21 April 2017
Categories:
obligate, change, education,
Form: Nonet
Route of All Evil
Don't like being late
Pay my bills hate to wait
Which they obligate.
Must be better way
For my bills having to pay
I have day by day.
Heard some people shout
What we want is a handout
Will no longer pout.
Now can pay my bills
Even throw in a few thrills
They added welfare.
Was it really fair
No one no longer does care
Hard for them to bare.
Many moan and groan
We want to be left alone
Have job of their own.
To straighten out mess
Relieving all of the stress
Put on a new dress.
Evil has a root
When you will wear a pantsuit
Even if old coot.
She had been hell bent
On being next President
God to us had sent.
Had all of her charms
When welcomed with open arms
We do with school marms.
This whole thing ought to
Prove to be quite interesting
With Bill in the wings.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
Categories:
obligate, allegory, analogy, political,
Form: Haiku
are you afraid of love
or are you just afraid of my love?
please do not be frightened
my love will not choke or bind you in any way
it will bring you warm when you are cold
and companionship when you are lonely
my love will bring smiles to brighten all your days inter and understanding when you are sad inter I will not obligate you to come to see me everyday or to call me every night inter my love will give you all these things asking only that wherever you go and whatever you do you will hold me in your heart knowing that when you return I will be here only to make you happy
I'm not begging you to love me
I'm not really even asking you to
but isn't it alright if I cherish that hope in my heart
if I dream of just holding your hand it will hurt me not you
I will try to keep my eyes from shining when I see you and I promise I will try not to smile a special smile when you say hello
but please don't ask me not to love you for that is something I cannot do
Categories:
obligate, desire,
Form: Free verse
Ah, the middle age where I
Can find excuse. No one now
Will test me to ride the wild horse.
No one will offer the fat udder
For the order of disciples.
No one will expect that I
Should leave my seat and stir
The hissing embers.
Ah, the middle age where I
Can heal from inflicted justice.
No one now will place my weight
On the several social scales.
No one now will sniff my excrement
And be duly appalled,
Nor will they obligate
With tears and flowers.
Categories:
obligate, age,
Form: Free verse
If you don't want a man to lie,
don't obligate him to reply.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Categories:
obligate, fun, humorous, me, men,
Form: Couplet
Morning coffee, read the paper, brush your teeth and make the bed
Start the car up, drive to work with endless chatter in your head.
Rhythm’s just a decoy, really, structure faked for social poise
Must pretend, must feign an interest. Wouldn’t want to lose the toys.
Just ignore the yearning, silly, only fools have dreams these days.
Shoulder to the grindstone, Buster, don’t you know what really pays?
Over obligate yourself then hurry to the next event.
Don’t take time for introspection, musings never paid the rent.
Reinforcing concrete walls with rebar to protect from storms.
Cyclones of emotion dashed to bits before reaction forms.
Hold her steady, make the grade, ignore distractions, toe the line
Numbness is a good sign, keep it up and soon you’ll be just fine.
Can’t afford admission to tonight’s seductive shadow play.
Vulnerability and nakedness too high a price to pay.
Courage is for sissies, only children should be reckoned tears.
Safest bet’s to keep pretending that you’ve conquered all your fears.
Categories:
obligate, business, life, on work
Form: Rhyme
Out of every obligation that I had in passing made
To connect the very fibers that had long begun to fade
I declared the truest value and pressed on yet unafraid
with the rap tap tapping of the wicked wind upon my back
When the fibers broke in pieces and declared I was a thief
then I went to knees of ardor, weeping in this wild grief
for I truly had a notion that would obligate belief
to be held in sacred passing though intention I may lack
As the wind began to snicker and to smile and to laugh
I implored the standing sunrise to react on my behalf
but the smoke of broken promises in swirls began to waft
and I shook a thousand shivers through the haze
With this obligation fervor that had brought me to my knees
I compelled my thinking process broken down yet by degrees
to relieve the wind of laughter dying down to just a breeze
making sure integral honor and my obligation stays.
Categories:
obligate, angst, introspection, life, people,
Form: Rhyme