Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.
In toiling times
the resilient state
of self-discipline
connects conscience
with perennial precept
in the algorithm of being
with ego abandoned
the meaning of life
measured emotionally
with essence quotient
of inspiring insight
defines the transcendence
of enigmatic existence
harmoniously enshrined
within the latent
human distillate.
Buoyant beyond
the storm of strife
convivial calmness
flows flawless
with composed current
of sensuous sentiment
submerging surge
of lavish love
and
embalming empathy
spread suffused
with optimistic opulence
on restored shore
of serene soul
unwavering mind
trussed secured
with scrupulous roots
of sanctified psyche
the thwarting thrust
of negative sensitivity
fades in sanguine air
blows away
the base instincts
in the wisdom wind
of ethical acuity.
With moral fiber
of positive passion
consciously creative
innovative mind
weaves the tapestry
of timeless acumen
embedded enmeshed
within motionless motif
of inner bliss
in the frame
of placating prudence
the art of living
manifests magnificently
the masterpiece.
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams cadenced
with rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal,
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
by the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze to emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness,
the sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to void oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…
I am here now,
Still awaiting…
Every moment,
Hope abating…
Are you there, love?
Still debating?
Yet, I hold on,
Still awaiting…
Any day now,
Still awaiting…
Heart is yearning,
Palpating…
Do you yearn too?
What’s frustrating?
Never mind I’m,
Still awaiting…
Losing patience,
Still awaiting…
Where are Cupids’
Arrows baiting?
Hurry darling,
No placating!
For too soon I,
Won’t be waiting…
My mental health is complicated
Now euphoric, next sedated
Nightmares daily duplicated
All my friends are alienated
Happy times? They're confiscated
Mental health is complicated
My mental health is temperamental
One day strong, the next I tremble
Demon thoughts in turn assemble
Scars you see? Not accidental!
Happy/sad so incidental
Mental health is temperamental
My mental health is so unstable
Able battles with Unable
Joy is nothing but a fable
Traumas each a different label
Hide then dance up on the table
Mental health is so unstable
My mental health is oscillating
Praising now, then deprecating
Morbid days turn scintillating
Love now, hate now: aggravating
Soothing words are non-placating
Mental health is oscillating
My mental health is so confusing
Flattering and then accusing
Comforting when not abusing
All my sanity consuming
"End it now" my life pursuing
Mental health is so confusing
Idea of celebration of
Mothers Day is mean
Replace days by moments
Mothers love pervades all moments
Conceiving to nursing foetus in Womb
Nine months, toughest Mother's moments
Breastfeeding to patting baby to sleep
Kissing to pinching cheeks, Mother's loving moments all
First crawl to walk, first word to sentences
Massaging to bathing, Mother's affectionate moments all
Placating tantrums, praising good grades
Packing snack box to feeding, Mother's fond moments all
Staying awake to praying when ill
Concern to cure, Mother's anxious moments all
Child remains a child forever for mother
Cares, caresses till last, Mother's sacrificing moments all
__________________________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India
Apologising all the time is often an after-effect of trauma; a self-preservation technique survivors may think they still need to utilise in order to protect themselves.
Everyone is healing from something. Let's try to be kind to one another.
Blessings.
I'm sorry
By Michelle Morris
11/12/2022
"I'm sorry" is something people often say
Whether they are really sorry or not
But once in a while you'll meet someone
Who says "I'm sorry" an awful lot
You might think them stupid
You might think them lame
You might think they're silly
Or that they're playing some game
But, if you do some research
Or if you choose to care
You might realise they've been abused
Deeply and irrevocably for years
Their childhood trauma lingers
Their abuse from too many years
Their spouse played on their feelings
And gaslit them with emotional fears
They are genuinely sorry
They really don't mean to keep saying it
They're so used to placating abusers
That it becomes second nature
So, if you meet a sweet person
Who says "I'm sorry" all the time
Please try to be patient and gentle
Consider compassion and being nice
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Maybe just maybe I am and always
have been an
Undiagnosed
Apoplectically archetypal orthodox
Dislexic
Who unfortunately tried to spell
it out to anyone willing to listen
But obviously my words came out
all mixed up and wrong
So I never made any sense whether
that was or be
Whether scribbled down profusely and
indiscriminately on paper
Or spoken word of mouth thinking
other's could follow my train of thought
Which I perceived to be a well thought
out intelligent engaging conversation
Only to find out later people were only
merely placating and appeasing me
Because the one thing and defining characteristic I did have going for
me and on my side
Was that I what and while I lacked
in certain regards and area's
I somehow made up for in charisma
and sense of humor which manifested
in the guise of likeability
And the reason I used to get away
with things I never should have been
able to
But hey if they wanted to assume and
presume that of me
And they themselves opened up that
avenue of excuse for me to abuse
Then why on on wouldn't I take full
advantage and prey upon it
Knock knock knocking on heaven's door
my knuckles are bleeding and still,
you ask me, nothing more
Thick red solid walls erected between us
you labeled me and shipped me off to another Country ...
leaving me with nothing more
Defused, deprogramed, debugged, I walk away
from your locked-in displaced shrug
I am held in a makeshift prison of my own,
though I tell you everything, you tell me nothing more;
Knock knock knocking on Satan's door
Sanctimonious roars from a placating hypocritical God
no Pious gesture on my part, I am not conforming
this misshapen piece of bread you offer me
doesn't feed my aching belly,
I show you everything I'm feeling while you,
escort me, out the door.
ps I wish to thank Michelle for speaking such cantillate truth.
Luxurious little lemon tree
in the freshest garden next to a pea
was heartily happy and wildly free
She could be herself, and forever see
Chickadee’s nest and a drilling bee.
There was a haunting melody
Somewhere nearby a dog had dropped a D.
A forensic fellow’s forward-thinking fee
giggled a glorious glitzy genuine glee.
Shadows sheltered a shellfish-like she.
A kindly kingly kangaroo’s key
Languished and lollygagged near little Lee.
Where was the magnificent, marvelous me?
Hopping around on a nefariously naughty knee
Placating a pleasurable plebian plea.
Sprinkling a sprightly sparkling sparrow’s spree,
There was a terribly terrific turnabout toward lemon tea.
Wisely wandering within a wonderful whacky wee
Generously gyrating in genuine gallantry
Ending in a zesty zealous zealot-like Zee.
Impulsively, spontaneously I fell for you
a man who knew nothing of my soul and realm
you took my foolish heart and filled it with your greed
then took it all away just like a pirate thief
A man who knew nothing of my soul and realm
gliding in you stole buried treasure from my box
then took it all away just like a pirate thief
despite the fact I was shut tighter than Fort Knox
gliding in you stole buried treasure from my box
promising me trinkets while ravaging my girth
despite the fact I was shut tighter than Fort Knox
I gave you a son and all that I once deemed worth
promising me trinkets while ravaging my girth
placating me with with every drunken ruse
I gave you a son and all that I once deemed worth
exploiting us like cheap cigars and wassailed booze
placating me with every drunken ruse
you took my foolish heart and filled it with your greed
exploiting us like cheap cigars and wassailed booze
impulsively, spontaneously I fell for you.
Date: April 3, 2022
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Contest Name MY FOOLISH HEART
the scapular of your anguish
wounds the insolent chest of your enlightenment with blood
a world in disenchantment cries its drunken hymns
but only jackals lick the nectar of these pains
because the night drives away the naive and innocent
and it is with the irreverence of the lost that we cry out loud
trying to defile every throne that rises against us
the time will come when we will immolate the new messiah in fire
placating the wrath of the raging oceans and their deities
the insurgent skies and their merciless stains
we'll bring back a forgotten golden age
and then we'll set all the new traps
to drain for the last time the voracity
of every idol that is eternalized
when we stagger weak across the earth
and we allow them to enslave us.
we feel the one single life force
flowing though each and every form
feeling their fearful desires coarse
placating souls with embrace warm
with whom should we negotiate
being no longer the doer
no agenda we wish to state
erst desires transformed to vapour
thus we put the other at ease
of their fear tremors cognisant
hoping for their tension release
with thread of truth in agreement
05-July-2021
Awaiting tomorrow, so patiently still
Placating anxiety built up inside
Debating what outfit I need to prepare
Berating my fears as I push them aside
Perfecting my hair as I walk in the door
Expecting attraction, but something's askew
Reflecting on why the romance disappeared
Respecting our mutual friendship anew
Wolf
Ravenous, Vicious
Hunting, Preying, Devouring
Edacity, Rapaciousness, Greediness, Hungriness
Appeasing, Mollifying, Placating
Meek, Gentle
Lamb
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