Suck off
Ted’s teaching grandma to suck eggs
“Don’t patronise me lad,” she begs
"It’s a job I can do
SO much better than you
Just scarper on your asses legs!"
Gran whispers words I won’t repeat
Ted’s blushes as red as a beet
She is so worldly wise
And it is no surprise
This jackass won’t usurp her seat!
A circular blue distorted haze, the portal as it is known,
So tangible you could feel its powerful force,
Transporting the space craft to worlds unknown
Via spontaneous computers which navigate its course.
Travel of an exquisite exhilarating kind, the most advanced to date,
A phenomenon creating a fixation never previously observed.
Transportation to surely determine mankind’s fate
The revelation that hopefully our civilization will be preserved.
With the Earth in its dying hours, some humans patronise
Refusing profusely to accept our doomed fate,
Preferring ignorance above intrigue, a failure to recognise
That this portal is our only enterprising, freedom stargate.
28th January 2020
Eight Word Challenge 1 2020 Contest
Sponsor – John Hamilton
Revelation
Any gentle knock ..
and I get up so spontaneous.
No tangible grounds for suspicion,
still I would patronise.
And settle down later in despair.
My eyes rest still at portal...
as he longs for a revelation.
Unshakable to his intrigue,
mind undergoes fixation.
And I sit in my seat where I am.
Leaving my thoughts free to navigate .....
Written Jan 28, 2020
For “ 8 word challenge 1 2020 poetry contest “
Sponsor- John Hamilton
Do not close your doors on your tears,
Spontaneous they are, let them flow.
Let your emotions navigate to your heart,
Do not stifle them, let them blow!
I caress your tousled hair,
To gather your tangible thoughts,
Please do not for a moment think I patronise.
I shall wait for eternity if only to hold your hand,
And guide you past this grief stricken life,
A marriage need not be a fixation for life!!!
In my arm I hold you, I know you belong to another,
When I kiss your lips,
you dig your fingers into my back,
Push your body against me and bite my lips,
in reciprocation of my love,
I am intrigued by your quiet endurance..
Walk with me to that portal,
past which lie revelations of true love!
Come with me!!
Here is my revelation,
I look at you with intrigue in my eyes.
When I say it, please don't deny.
Loving you is tangible.
But not loving you is impossible
I find it hard to navigate, my feelings for you
But I know they're true
My spontaneous mind
Throws caution to the wind
You see I look upon your fixation
The way you look at me
I know you see it too
We must give in to this temptation
Please don't patronise the way I love
You were sent from a portal from above
Your an angel in disguise
And now your forever in my life
Loving you, forever mine, forever rhymes
I’m looking in a mirror,
I’m window shopping
For what I used to be.
I’m closing my eyes,
I’m letting go,
Trying to see.
I remember when I was a child
I often let my imagination run wild,
I’m clock watching now,
Pray it’s not stopping, how
I am longing for you to come home.
I can see from your exterior
You think you are superior,
But you don’t hear the tunes I hear
Or see the sights I see,
I might ask you to my dominion,
Even ask for your opinion,
But don’t you ever patronise me.
No! Don’t you ever patronise me.
I’m looking in a mirror,
I’m window shopping,
For what I used to be.
The image in place
Has an old face
With a history.
Tears fill my eyes,
As I realise
I am you
And you are me.
Yes, I realise
I am you
And you are me!
Metamorphosis
When I was high in the sky like eagle,
I saw rocks neighbouring Sequoia stood,
But when I descended, I fell in pool.
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form.
Note : After staying away from my pen for long... My luminaria communed with me and we came up with a new form of poetry, Entitled 'Ancestral Form' : It goes with an Iambic pentameter, 3 lines, with a single rhyme scheme. It's derived under the motive of hiding oceans of emotions within few drops of lines.
I hope you'll all love it and patronise my form of poetry. Thanks. Josh Berry.
I’m living on the street, that does not make
Me yours to feed with food I do not eat
Though I may lay my hat before your feet
My history is not your tale to take.
I’m old, I’m poor, I’m ill, I haven’t got
A pot to piss in, or a welcome mat
You still don’t get to patronise, or pat
My head as if you think I’ve lost the plot.
I’m pregnant, I’m in prison, I’m alone
I’m lost, I’m frightened in a foreign land
I’m vulnerable, but not, you understand
Your *****. My mind and body are my own.
So touch me not, nor tell my tale for me
For I am not your public property.
© Gail Foster 17th May 2018
They give what they don't have:
Leaving their children to
the lion's paw to devour them,
while addressing the ills
of others' children.
1)Wroughting diverse miracles are they.
2)Skilled in elating words,
even bailing heart out from
turmoil's prison.
'Nemo dat qoud non habet':
Giving out what
they haven't used.
3)Bought a new bag
for your old bag is worn.
But you gave it out
to your neighbour
who has seven better ones.
While you pack your
stuffs in a polythene?.
Giving your cakes to dogs!
4)Taking care of another man wound,
While yours can't help oozing:
Even swarms of flies taking picnic theirin.
"Even if you have what you can't use. Life will not reveal it."
Dispose the heaps in your eyes,
That you may see clearly to blow off the
substance in other's eyes!
Heal your wound first...
And many will patronise!
17:2:12:20:19
My freedom, my interactivity,
I owe to you and your stickability,
Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me,
You have a voice in my vocality.
The cemeteries and the epitaphs,
Are the courage and valour graphs,
Defining the mechanism, the paths,
Of the affirming victory day laughs.
I do not patronise the direct benefit,
Of remembering our heroes, the fit,
Because they did conquer and out wit,
Communism, death the Nazi’s pit.
Near to me through my late RAF dad,
Through his terror and in the hell he’d had;
It was for us that they were deeply mad,
Intent on life by ending Nazism bad.
Thankful for this November time of year,
It's a time to appreciate those near,
To ISIS, to the enemies that we fear,
So that we can live and love clear.
“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild]
CP, autism, or whatever [you lure].
You’re just a player. [There’s] a level
playing field. I hope people will see
me and feel inspired to [start to bevel]
with sport and not give up.” Soundly.
Emyle made his debut in Rio 2016,
He coaches at football with West Ham,
He has Cerebral Palsy, is a mild clean,
Says that attitudes have changed, bam.
He says you should pursue dreams,
And not quench them or patronise -
Anybody with CP who sports screams,
“The world is your oyster!” So ionise.
He says that: “Put in the extra work
you need whether it be [in] training,
ball work, fitness or whatever [murk]
and make your dreams true,” aiming.
- APPARITION-
Cloudy coffee in a silky morn .
A harvester was feeding in a field of corn.
My wishing was that I wasn't born
Apparition.
Her love has left my bed unmade.
Her heart has turned into a hand grenade.
Blinded justice with a flaming sword
Muted sentence doused the written word.
Apparition
Freedom found in a guilty plea.
I did the deed but it wasn't me.
Here we stand in a court of law
Words exchanged when she slammed the door
Apparition
Misty mountain is missing you
Blood pressure over two sixty two
Replay the scene as she walked away
Filling out forms - latest title - divorcèe.
Apparition.
Sold the van in lieu of suicide
Sold the house but kept my pride
Drive to town before she drove me mad
Envy others for what they had.
Apparition
Sarcastic scene I always criticised
Wheelchair cripple wouldnt compromise
Cremated love tries to patronise
I was never there had a love affair.
Apparition
Separation
Competition
Opaque moon our beacon in the night's darkness
In the museum of time the nocturnal hours
are the most annoying.
We creep in the monolith shadows
hiding from the vicious and vindictive.
Frightened by the grim and gruesome
blown out of proportion by fear
and everything that's awful.
We look to the oval moon as a prelude
for delightful daylight.
We take pride and feel fortunate in finding
the dawn, blushing bright, victorious.
We patronize the amazing opening of day,
drawn to her light.
For Shadow's
Make a Poem *2
N/A’d
Darkness versus Light is the theme
Use all the words listed below
*Awful, *amazing, *annoying.
*grim, *gruesome, *delightful.
*frightened, *fortunate, *finding.
*monolith, *moon, *museum.
*oval, *opaque, *opening.
*patronise, *pride, *prelude.
*vicious, * vindictive, *victorious.
Am I darkness or light?
Visualize. Visualize.
My mind as a meseum.
Seen through misunderstanding eyes
Vicious, vindictive, gruesome, awful, and grim artifacts.
Annoying visitors who patronise and judge
Oval, opaque monolith of the moon
Transitioning soul prepared to choose sides.
Feeling frightened but fortunate simultaneously.
Opening music serves as prelude
Prelude to finding the victorious
Dark or light.
Poetry of my inner museum penned by keys,
to express the prelude to my anxiety and agony.
A panic to release my frightened barbed mind,
no longer to live this awful innermost state.
Uttering my release of grim gruesome emotions,
and my inner light and dark of my moon,
My secret knowledge deeply hidden and annoying,
opening the tunnel clearing all that is opaque.
Now optimistic I strive to remain victorious,
my oval eye to scan for my minds inner pride.
My right to build my own minds monolith,
no longer patronise and wound me in my plight.
In control, again to be whole not scattered,
in my life that was less fortunate and vindictive.
Avoid dark, a path threatening to destroy my soul,
move to the bright light away from the vicious, and
towards a new beginning, finally living and happy.
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