Block by block I'll build my towers,
A flock of my toys are flowers,
No clock would measure my play time,
A knock on my door is a crime.
The more I build the more it falls,
It wore a beauty with no walls,
The floor pities it with a room...
whenever falling is its doom.
Tho' fast wind speed keeps falling it,
But I won't concede, I won't quit,
I need not stop building again,
The more I try the more I gain.
The clouds forgot to send a rain,
So hot sweats now soaked wet my rein,
Failures bought teardrops for my eyes,
Defeats got heavy on my thighs.
Night came to blacken my vision,
Dream became my best decision,
My tower there then shamed the wind,
But why did sleep claim it behind?
8th September, 2024.
Contest: Nursery Rhymes 7
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Contest Judged: October 4th, 2024 12:06:00 PM
Placement: First
Categories:
pities, 1st grade, childhood, creation,
Form: Rhyme
Faulkner's letter to
Hemingway discovered God
in time ~ ere souls wrote
formed their clays ~ victories and
defeats ~ fought they their reproof
now loves and pities
proud catch lost at sea old man
lands the best that seldom's me
Categories:
pities, analogy,
Form: Sedoka
Our lives were always at high risk in that small town of loonies.
Ironically, we still take calculated risks in cities;
Where we found our true selves, no longer need each other's pities.
Categories:
pities, friendship, irony, moving on,
Form: Sijo
subdivided into pities and regrets,
radiating dark pain of disappointment,
on the face semi plastic caustic opaque
already smeared blood and venom.
but isn't everything the same?
I mean, our usual acid,
like the gray word clothed with edges,
or eyes that have given up the light,
our heavy presence in this fragile environment...
we already know very well
that the elliptical orbit of amazement is eternal,
a gravitational loop that attracts us
and then throws our self steem space away,
leaving us naked as savages,
clinging to the heat of lies
that warmed the ice of our failures.
(and is this endless walk through the sphere bathed by photons right?
this is the destiny, crossing all equators with bitten nails,
bloodshot eyes of someone who forgot to sleep and dream in the last century?
anger has only one facet and it is a deep black wound,
it scratches the sky and is a vertical and dizzying curse,
it is spear and dagger that stabs the air and draws tears from the dirty stars.
the universe was right to not allow me to fly
because I would be a kind of swift tragedy,
spewing radioactive sunflowers over every naive life like mine).
Categories:
pities, angst, conflict, sorrow,
Form: Carpe Diem
Slips or mistakes may be pardoned, your faults have to be chastised.
When the time comes, people’s butchers should not ever look surprised.
Our General* fought for thousands of martyrs in Syria
And Iraq, so his blood equals them, this should be realized.
Eye for eye? Only one has to be cut up? His murderers,
All, everywhere on earth, shall be before the world’s eyes capsized.
Do not whine! No one pities you. Countless thousands you murdered.
Their defendant, our General, you savagely terrorized.
One who eats melon should face up the ensuing shakes and chill.
You’ve made your bed, now lie in it. It’s all you yourselves devised.
It’s Newton’s third law of motion† which you can call ‘tit for tat’.
You’ve murdered the destroyer of the ISIS 'you' organized.
We’re merciless to men’s butchers! You have to be vaporized.
You won’t be left to be alive, you by blood so brutalized.
1.16.2022
To Jake Sullivan, the US National Security Advisor to Joe Biden, who defends these prostitutes
* General Soleimani
† Action and Reaction
No comments, please!
Categories:
pities, anniversary, military, usa, war,
Form: Ghazal
Mob Rule
Tom’s Opinion
July 16, 2020
Today mob rule is taking over our nation,
its time for those in charge, to grow a backbone.
Street mob rule must be brought to cessation,
turning a blind eye signals that they condone.
An era of mob rule is taking over some cities,
by wiping out history a way of life is corroded.
Done under the guise of showing others our pities,
we’ll soon find ourselves as a nation imploded.
The time was chosen when in a survival mode,
for progressives to push their new paradigm.
Oversensitive lawbreakers alleging their owed,
blatherskite doesn’t work, for action it’s past time.
History is, what it was; our ansestors weren’t perfect.
good or bad we can’t change the past.
We can review it, learn from it, and be better because of it.
Tom
Categories:
pities, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
He looks down on me in his condescending way
Without words, he pities me,
And without words, I accept
He lives so thoughtlessly
Lips searching for other pairs
Every word is loveless appeasement
And I, a desperate clinger
His motives are shaded
Sly letters kept from my eyes
A symphony addressed to another woman
And I, the bonne poire
He humors me with fake sentiments
Quieting me temporarily
Bereaved and alone
I feel deprived
He’s tactless
Walking with quiet arrogance
He who strings me along
I find it hard not to resent
His eyes dodge mine
Shielding a passionless underbelly
I wonder how long he has loved her
Perhaps the less I know the better.
Categories:
pities, love,
Form: Blank verse
Nothing but puppies;
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
When they get out of the pool yukky
Smelly are the fur biddies,
And those floppies, kitties,putties, putty, puffy, bunnies,
Eaten all the yuppy gummies,
While those piggies huskies tummy’s are muddy
Biddies, buddy, buggies, bunny, butties, copies,cubbies, cuppy, druggies, Duckies, fluffy, funny, fuzzy,
Guppies, hungry for honey,
hubbies, huggies, huskies, lovelies, lucky, lumpy, money, monies, muddy, mummies, nappies,piggies, pities, puppy
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
Nothing but puppies;
5/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
pities, adventure, analogy, community,
Form: Rhyme
SUBTLE REVENGE
***********
My heart bleeds words of empathy,
An inkwell full of untold woe!
I see poverty causing strife!
Governments abusing power!
From recorded history, rife!
Leaders taking innocent life!
Religion, condoning murder,
Speak our language or you are dead!
For pities sake, humanity,
Why till threatened, then see our wrongs?
Revenge is never an answer,
Taking life does not stop cancer!
For millennia we've fought, killed!
We live a life of hidden lies!
Why do leaders live off, their own,
In luxury, in denial?
Vote them out, a subtle revenge,
Use your vote, accept the challenge!
Categories:
pities, abuse, cancer, death, discrimination,
Form: I do not know?
These days they protect the sinners unlawfully
discarding all good values where equality has become a twisted act
against victims loyalty burning sacrifice hell
it has no fury like the scorn of the devil in such a beast
unforgiving creatures born from nightmares
they exist to walk this earth like a plague
fighting this evil chain weighing heavy doomsday
disturbing humanities balance in such weakness their grows strength
where hope cries for the love of God within pities sake
truth is overturned inside seedless lies corrupting morality
giving the podium to a shame and disgrace against peace
the oldest story has awakened today leaping through time
errors of judgement will befall us all if we remain blind
Categories:
pities, betrayal, conflict, god, heart,
Form: Free verse
A thousand pities, it’s only one at a time!
— Ram, R. V.
Categories:
pities, lust,
Form: Monoku
Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke
Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves
On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep
Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;
A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...
Categories:
pities, city, identity, innocence, life,
Form: Verse
Seldom-spoken tastes and smells
Stir up moments poorly drawn,
Surface-summoned by the bells
From brumous elastic hope-sprung wells
Where each day's bucket is cast.
Let old pities prowl forlorn
In cold remembrances past,
Lurking there, mustard-bright, lost at last.
Categories:
pities, dream, identity, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Verse
Once upon a time…
I said- oh no, Never would I have one.
But I was kissed by a Pit Bull & he stole my heart.
Really he is so very sweet.
I just say to uneducated people,
I am sorry you are a racist that is too bad.
I remind myself, that people taught other people
To believe this way.
Our adorable, loveable babies are just victims that way.
Every race holds unkind people and any dog can do wrong.
But it is the Pities who pay, for the Humans--cruel ways.
Someday, people won’t be so judgmental.
Don’t hold your breath, it may take a long time.
This world is a mess,
Till then we try to help the humans learn.
We will walk with our heads held high and
Our Pit-Bulls by our side
To protect them from those evils of mankind.
I kissed a Pit-Bull and I liked it—Try it sometime.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
Categories:
pities, animal, best friend, judgement,
Form: Free verse
Walking down the lowly paths
A man in a fur coat locks eyes with a child
In the head of the child she pictures him dining
Not walking down the lowly paths of her abode
The orphan with glistening eyes bows her head low
The man in the fur coat looks away and continues
He pities her…embarrassed…
Categories:
pities, childhood, image, poverty, sad,
Form: Free verse
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