Turnips are delicious,
Turmeric is tasty:
Tartlets are officious,
Truffles make for hasty
Toss-ups. It seems vicious,
Turbot served in pasty
Titbits. It’s pernicious!
Categories:
officious, food,
Form: Pleiades
homecoming
I was back in my village
had a plastic bag in my hand
looking for a bin to throw the bag away
in the house I once lived
An officious-looking young adult
I knew when he was a boy
told me I couldn't leave the bag there
I walked past a group of women
they saw me and whispered
since no one called my name, I walked on
at the old part of the village
I saw a café that looked like a living room
I asked for a glass of wine
A pleasant-looking old lady brought
a bottle, she called young wine
bottled a few days ago
The wine was wonderful
Sit here as long as you want
I have to leave
It's a good thing I still had the plastic bag
Categories:
officious, absence, adventure, art,
Form: Free verse
MY BELOVED
Accomplished affirmative aggressive all along ambitious.
Bright brilliant blooming bubbling.
Courageous competent courteous classy
Dedicated devoted dulcet dreamer drinking desires
Elegant efficient enthusiastic.
Frolic fair fairy.
Graceful glamorous generous.
Humble hearty honest.
Intelligent Ingenious Innovative.
Jubilant joyful.
Kind-hearted knowledgeable.
Lovely lively liberal lady.
Majestic mirthful modest.
Nice noble.
Officious optimist, open-minded.
Pleasant pristine persona.
Quiet quaint quirky.
Reckless righteous responsible.
Soft sober simple selfless.
Truthful tactful transparent.
Upbeat undismayed upright.
Valorous vigorous vibrant.
Wisely whimsical witty.
Youthful.
Zealous.
Categories:
officious, appreciation, devotion,
Form: Abecedarian
An unacceptable poetess,she.
How dare she pen of her reality!
We, in the upper clouds of poetry,
Not glad of her beingn present here, eeks!.
Can't we just lock the golden poetry door,
And bid her farewell, alas evermore?
She will never be as grand as we,
Who swing from the officious Poetry Soup Tree!
Off to our unicorns and grand delusions we go.
With lovely , faithful muses, in tow.
Someone please lock the door on her,or
Let her freeze in the ice, cold snow!
We ignore her ilk the best we can.
And curse the heavens,when with
POTD's she received, with honors?
Much to our Poetry Soup Tree horrors?
We punish her by not commenting.
Yet her desire to pen is grossly unrelenting.
Muses, please remove this horror from us.
Oh, how she doth so greatly bore us!
10/13/2020
Opus # 5
10/12/2020
Opus# 4
Categories:
officious, character, humorous, poetess,
Form: Rhyme
I’m an “Other”
By George W. Clever-------10 November 2015
I’m an “other” how about you
Are you an “other” too?
Our Congressman asked for my opinion on his officious form
Questions about federal budgets, deficits and ****
What did I think about ISIS and fair taxes?
Would I choose gun control, baby killings or free college classes?
It would only take fifteen minutes he promised
To complete the survey so he could keep Congress honest.
Filling each and every circle
Until my pencil gripping fingers turned shades of purple.
Support a cut in Medicaid?
No more Senior raises in boxes soon they’ll be laid?
Give illegals the right to vote?
Make marijuana a legal tote?
English language must be spoken?
Attacks on Christians are not a joke?
Health care for all?
And who will pay?
At last the political questions were at end
Just fill out the last questions about me and send
Address zip code and age were easy
The next question made me queasy
Could not ask my deceased Father or Mother
White- Black- Hispanic- Asian or Other?
No American Indian I suppose
Categories:
officious, abuse, america, bible, family,
Form: Didactic
what could have set the stars in motion
a hard boiled egg thrown at the Heavens
is as good a tack as any among the ruminants
an often officious offering of hopeful effect
made during a time of dreams and trouble
as a friend with a favor to give
to the heartsick and trail weary
whose tolerance for surprise is tested
sticking their heads above the parapet
to seek something unforgettable
a bent author's senile signature
yes this is mine alone of no other
no prospect of avoiding misidentification
once and for all as a thing of one instant
may not be the same in the next
but that's just me as theater
all curtains and voices muffled behind
feeding lines to a hungry mouth
a struggle between the world of wish
and the world of stark requirement
turning your best parts into an oath
giving strength to lift a finger
against those who think that to outwit
is to stop the motion of the stars
Categories:
officious, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Live, Don’t Exist
Written: by Miracle Man
11-16-2019
Sometimes due to age,
I’ve found others to be officious.
In refusing their help,
my refusal is capricious.
Help causes me to feel,
I’ve been delegated to the shelf.
And as long as I’m able,
I like doing things myself.
I’d prefer not answering daily,
just how it is I feel.
My new norm is never good,
so I take my days piecemeal.
Sometimes I feel others,
My condition may amplify.
I appreciate concerned friends,
But want to live until I die.*
*Ecclesiastes 7:17
“Be not over much wicked, neither be thou foolish: why shouldest thou die before thy time?”
Categories:
officious, life,
Form: Lyric
Never had I embraced an officious abode as religiously before
But this striking red and white interior I started to adore
If I was out on a run and needed to use the loo
I’d stop by and relieve myself with no urgency to remove my shoe
Nested on the second floor and fairly warm during the cold
Drizzles off my head and from my eyes, it did hold
I have been offered a variety of sandwiches there
And sweet smiles and embraces by my snug caramelized bear
In the Fijian vicinity the British Big Ben would sound
Despite the degree of my insanity, my heart in tranquillity would pound
Last month when I stopped to say ‘hello’, at my mother-in-law’s house
The security guard enquired if I was the ex-owner’s spouse!
I stood speechless as in that relationship; we had no commitment
I then went to my mother’s home and painted it with an imitation ruby and snow, forfeiting a tenderly futile hunt.
Categories:
officious, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
I recall a time at the University
Boys and girls thronging about the LT
Impatiently waiting for Mr/Mrs/Miss Lecturer
The lecture hour slowly drawing nearer
Officious students so busy showing off
You, indifferent to the pageantry and puff,
Exhibiting calm at the diversity of personas
Odd, sane, and weird individuals strangely
Making meanings and opinions – silly
Ones, not so silly ones and...
Living their lives on the divide between blood and sand
Alas! I looked out and saw hope for the future – I saw
You! I mused over this, waiting for the madness to thaw
Opening my knapsack reaching for my copy of
A Walk in the Night. A commanding cough
Diverted my attention. Mr/Mrs/Miss Lecturer had
Entered into class with markers and a writing pad
Looking askance, questions were asked;
Answers were given. Slowly but surely, we were
Killing time. Yay! Class is over!. “Bye Mr/Mrs/Miss Elejowewe”
Until same time next week
Nothing but fun will I seek!
Categories:
officious, anger,
Form: Acrostic
These rhymes seem full of riddels
You must look inside
Not crappy metaphors like Snoop
That insult American pride
You have to use your mind
With a little bit of class
Instead of crossing the line
And showing America your ass
Talking of what's real
Thinking yourself a prophet
Such grandiose behavior
Seems he can't stop it
Like all of Hollywood
Acting so officious
When they get what they deserve
It will be so delicious
The spewers of hate
And believers of lies
Such blatant immorality
Before our very eyes
But Americans don't live
Like in your fairy tale
We work all our lives
Through yours you sail
A hard Day's work
And a cold glass of beer
After a pampered life
You'd land on your rear
So an opinion from you
Really misinformation
Much like your lyrics
Needing some translation
So go on with your ****
There's no end to my whit
I'm here to make you ponder
Just keep on reading
Your mind I'll be feeding
Of these words you will grow fonder
Categories:
officious, life,
Form: ABC
That wayside beatific nook,
With a crimson seraphic look;
Silhouetted against a dying sun,
Like dying embers of a satiny run;
Every twig lunging an officious bow,
For a kiss of the pasture lain below;
Hark, the trill of the melodious lark!
Clung to the bevel of the bare bark;
A raised horizon owing to an incumbent brow,
Dwelled by the shades in a nascent grow;
That divulge the affair of that distant west,
Of the sun avid for a nightlong rest;
And sink to the deepest of the longing horizon,
Unmet, tho’ for an evanescent crest!
Categories:
officious, beauty, creation, sun, sunset,
Form: Lyric
Turning, turning, burning, burning
in a Pharoah's dance
marking the rising, rising
of the Nile's advance.
Great Khan's mandating, mandating
heaven's acceptance.
Shamans and priests ritualizing, proselytizing
for imagined power's embrace.
Poets and musicians futilely divining
partial patterns from a trance.
Scientists and quacks hypothesizing
from an always limited sense.
Officious leaders ignoring, deploring
reliable evidence.
All of us hoping, wishing,agitating
for revealed intelligence,
thinking, believing, always conceiving
humanity's importance
in a world revolving, evolving
without a backward glance,
within a cosmos expanding, expanding
way beyond our insignificance.
Categories:
officious, allegory,
Form: Rhyme