We can tolerate anything
But not being overly loved
It feels like flood sometimes
And famine at other times
He deserts her when she is need
Yet drags her close when he is in need
He doubts her a lot
Criticizes her
And demands her explanations
Yet she gives even more
Because she loves him so much
She admires him
She wants him
And never wants to lose him
She can do anything for him
But who is going to explain
The suffocation of her heart?
He never understands the
Beat of her heart
Because that beat is HIM.......
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
At first, I did once, spending my whole night
Started from the topic I needed to write
Half of pantoum, I dozed off
Felt like floated with the roof
My poem was posted after a week, fight!
All entries were judged after some few months
My poem moved to next page, new poems in front
Mine wasn’t found on the list
After passing judges’ wrist
Whose strictness lied on perfect rhymes and fonts.
Those overly particular judges
Give me a halt when I see their contests
Asking to write what I feel
In hard form plus a kyrielle
I better go and take my long bed rests.
Most dastardly
Executive Majesty,
we serve at your pique pleasure
obsequiously so
Yea, Darth Lord,
we be the surreptitious, servile ones:
Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled
Tonsil rear ends torqued low
is our mealy-mouth status quo
We’re liquored up lap dogs
Always lip bent overly yours
Tongue rolls of surfeit flattery,
buttery tones of praise gluttony piled on
Nay, Imperial Vader,
we echo only your strident, bellyaching growls
from our sphincter pie holes
Boast bastardly
King El Presidente,
and we cower at your cheek displeasure
ingratiatingly so
Our speech undignified,
flesh market wench pride
was thirty silver pieces sold
minus six-feet degrees below
Aye, Commander-in-Chief Bellow Nero ...
Imp patient Sanballast ground zero,
your every atomic jinn wish gets grovel granted
We bow mice-men be the fawn minion pagan pawn devotees,
submissively submitting to such spittle humiliation willingly
Ever always lip bent overly yours
There’s a difference in a restaurant,
Which I’ve lately been discovering,
Between attentive service
And what I think’s more like hovering.
If your beer or wine glass empties,
Yes, it’s nice if they inquire
If you’d like to have another
Or there’s more that you desire.
Yet if posed by different servers
Once or twice or even more,
It’s like folding up your napkin
As you seek the restroom door.
I like waiters who will notice
What you eat and when you’re done
But you’re left to your devices
Once the main course has begun.
It’s a fine line to distinguish
Who will let you eat in peace
Or which waitstaff is in need of
Certain culinary police!
Don't stop loving me
I'll just crumble
Don't stop breathing
I will follow
Don't stop trying
My dreams will tumble
Don't stop being true
because i love you
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