I'm righteous, not so religious.
Always decisive simultaneous.
Also courageous, oblivious.
I'm impulsive,acting spontaneous.
To access success, I'm serious.
Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.
Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.
Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.
The nature of work may change with time,
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.
It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.
Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.
Who you are today
Is who you are tomorrow
You are your profile.
Today, I am a symbol of forgetfulness
the loss of sweet words
but tomorrow, I might be something else
and these four verses, which I have conducted
will bring this world some inspiration
although I do miss those sweet words
something else shall awaken in their place
something that survives in this ever-changing place
I shall seek it yet again...
and I shall find something
and it shall find you.
Being brought up in the country
living in a farm cottage so white
an only child adopted as one
many memories always in my sight
Always had animals around
also, garden hut with many a hen
my job was collecting eggs
such greenery makes it a certain ten
Across from our house a swing park
where I learned to soar into the sky
also a chestnut tree grew nearby
in its season fell from up high
The river Irvine flowed at our back
often walked alongside its shore
then threw a stone to make a ripple
imagine the sound being a mighty roar
Sat on the front step quite a lot
especially when its summertime
so good looking back on these days
makes me ponder on life full of rhyme
(Just thinking of my new profile pic, which is of our house where I was brought up in my school and teenage days, brings back many memories of life at that time.)
The Profile
From whence came that strange man with a great ability
to read a person’s background, their habits and their traits?
He seemed so other-worldly with his proficiency
to guess people’s reactions and ultimately their fates.
Though great at what he did, amoral was that man.
He’d help Moon Knight, but other times did not,
like the time when hired by Daredevil,
assisted by an Avatar, with Moon Knight, he then fought.
From whence came this strange character so mutant-like?
Although he had great power, one flaw had he!
Yes, he could read all humans’ minds
and minds of heroes powered by technology.
However, if a hero’s powers were as if “God-given,”
like those of supernatural Moon Knight.
When such heroes were in costume, then the Profile
could not “read” them and he was filled with fright!
Dec. 11, 2022 for the Moon Knight Friend Or Foe 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
In the urgency of fear,
I transform,
in adversity, I realize who I am,
Normally, I don't even recognise myself...
So poetry is for me
nourishment and encouragement...
i discover it because so
is the living... !
The oldies retreated from work
But not from killing time
Time allocated may be
As much as the upheaval of
Domestic, world affairs or politics
Although most of the time
They are boasting their present
Bragging their past
Blathering about dissatisfaction
Drivelling politics
They aren't retreating from the world
They are living amongst friends
Gossiping amongst them with low profile
But have once lived with history
But still having a vote in hand
And they will find the truth eventually
With the rest of the time
Before embarking on a journey of
Truth and justice
Which is nearer to god
Which will never be revealed easily
For what man makes this is his
true essence...
For what man says and doesn't do
this is his metaphor...
faint black cat profile
fused with shadow of night sky…
two fiery stars shine
_______________
April 7, 2022
For A Brian Strand Standard Contest
Mrs. Elinor Roosevelt championed society's outcasts
Asians, widows, orphans, blacks -- all those downcast
Yet as six million perished in World War Two
She refused to speak up for a single Jew
The Egyptians walked sideways I figure
to conceal the fine points of their figure.
In a desperate scrimmage
with their own body image
diet mania they would prefigure.
She's missing both legs
They were blown off in Iraq
She gets along without them though
Seems she just took stock
of her situation, pronounced herself fit
~ Now in the United States Senate she sits
Senator Tammy Duckworth's her name
And virtue signaling's not her game
You won't hear her moan and groan
about Trump and Clinton's calls on the phone...
She's far too busy seeing to legislation
to help wounded veterans' rehabilitation
Three cheers for a remarkable woman and her work
~ A hero midst a club of posturing, pompous jerks
Style of Political Profile
We were sure of what would be their style,
And knew what had been political profile;
To confuse everyone and always beguile.
Jim Horn
The more I see of MSNBC, CNN and CBS,
the more confused and frustrated I do
become. What does MS stand for as well
as a STEM School where student was killed
at?
“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.
Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?
Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?
We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.
You knew this,
You cherished this.
Yet, with enamoring backhands
You crossed the boundary of someone else's heart
While you forgot to rediscover
Your own independent territory
All in the name of co-dependent epiphanies.
Blame the shameful animosities around you
As you hide behind atmospheric rainbows
And tectonic miseries
You reach for the loins of those in disdain
As your smile falsely proclaims
That it will stop their rain
Your stalker’s reign,
The only truth behind your crooked swagger
Verbally, your conjugated kiss could never complete my sentences…
…for I’ve already been sentenced to a lifetime of paradoxical complexities.
And no matter how many profile pics you lay claim to,
You malicious self-worth will always be defaulted.
©D.J.E. – July 5th, 2018
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