bootlicking idolatry
He’s a peculiar star
he comes from TV
ambition is his sphere
and his every line is a trick
all know him a notorious liar
whose business is schadenfreude
but many curry his sweet favour
for he has the cowards furry
and an actors need to be flatter'd
He has no quality worthy of entertainment
but we must see him every hour
for he is an hourly promise-breaker
for rashness, superfluous folly and thievery
the world has noted, he has no historical equal
In moral retreat, he outruns any jockey
the treasures of his idolatrous worshipers
he straightway began to strip away, by tariff
too late their despair they will proclaim
but the misery will be well earned
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Fool by bôa
TROUBLE (feat. Nikki Williams) by Parov Stelar
Who Let the Scat out of the Bag by Tape Five
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Webster: Schadenfreude = enjoyment at the troubles of others.
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“An impulsive action done in haste and without forethought can cause trouble and there is no point in feeling repugnance” - By Poet
When did she have a quarrel with life,
That left her mind with resentment rife?
Her dreams are blurred by a diaphanous mist
And her life has taken an ugly twist
When she felt she was not treated well
She decided to leave the house, seeing it as hell.
Now she wonders if it was an excuse lame.
Knows quite well no one else but she is to blame
She feels her life, now in a slushy quagmire.
Anytime her rashness of action could backfire.
Now at life’s barred gate when she knocks in vain,
The ‘no entry’ sign drowns her in pain.
Far out, her mind wanders into deserts forlorn
She feels the bite of heat even in the morn
Sure, this life for her has become a quagmire.
She desperately needs repair as like a flat tire.
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March. 31. 2023
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘Q’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
You, sure, can walk up to that car
In front of the house with a star
And, sure, can keep moving straight
You'll get to a proud sign post
On which is inscribed "West Coast":
I dare say Men of Tupac,
Though his sweet Rashness they lack...
It's a strange shop on the joint's right
But with a glass door and walls white.
In one shop sits A Gamji
Content to seem Alhaji
Just for the pleasure of it,
People telling " it is writ!"
The man is my "sick" uncle,
I like him down to ankle...
Whatever one asks in beer
He gives with the fullest leer;
I know Hot Beer is your fear:
He's got the cold ones, my dear
Please, your journeys suspend in winter
Death's Cold on The Body A Printer.
Correct! To Death speedily freeze,
Not salubrious Winter's chilly breeze.
This you tell Your Dearest Jacinta,
I could same say to Christ, The Carpenter;
Asthma's Patients: inhalers or wheeze!
Often, the time to keep saying ‘’Jeez!’’
They are careful who cherish their lives;
If you don’t against self wield knives:
Demand does Survival True Restraint,
On this Sages should not words paint:
It is not The Best of Wisdom
To in Winter assert ‘Legs’ Freedom...
A little rashness cross we The Bridge
And next catapulted to fridge.
Refusing Diligence, To Do Even Basic Math
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Through the volleys of arrows shot by Fate's mighty wrath
When in this wicked world, we could accept light's reprieve
By opening both heart and eyes to truth thus perceive
That darkness rests within our souls, all flesh is the same
That glaring fact, ensuing battles are no mere game.
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Refusing diligence to do even basic math
When from within, we feel those hard-fought battles raging
It is a war and true enemies we are engaging
Thus 'tis folly to not recognize that fierce-some foe
And find, accepting evil allow darkness to grow.
Why this glaring reality do we too oft deny,
If not in our souls, darkness hides waiting to Light defy?
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 04- 1978,
edited 7-12-2003, 6-02-2022
Sonnet
Note:
Tis a somber reality that we too oft embrace life as a game,
Not seeing in youth, that it is our rashness we must tame.
Exceptional times require exceptional measures
In our everyday lives we experience this truth
Times of stress, or, in rare incidence for pleasures
A challenge from our peers sparking curiosity,
Provoking us to engage in the most insane ruse
Wisdom shows itself in most annoying paucity
Comes the time when we eschew such rashness
But, in youth, almost every adventure is novel,
So, we entertain ourselves in unabating brashness
And exceptional times are replaced by maturity
Having experienced almost everything before
Comes the time when exceptional measures bore.
Written May 2, 2022
...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.
savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?
Come now and follow me into the depths of my sacrifice
What a lapse you have made to think I put My life before your life
How great is your strong arm and how far do you think that it reaches
You can't carry the weight of your flesh; it has ground you to pieces
I was born to the body and mind that you constantly fight with
I was tempted and tested and found on all counts to be righteous
I put your life before My life and it's not for your value or brightness
Even those who pierced My hands will not be cast out and made lifeless
I make slaves of no one through all of the span of infinity
It is rashness to think the Divine Shepherd is late with divinity
Consider the definition others have of you
what’s the first thing that people would say?
is patience the first thing on their lips?
or is it rashness that describes your way?
Patience is hard to find in so many
but especially so when you’ve nothing
then it takes real strength of character
deep down raising that certain something
Then you go to the opposite spectrum
when you have everything nothing to lack
that’s where the right attitude must be
real spot on humble with respect on track
When you’ve everything it’s so very easy
especially to think of just yourself alone
it takes discipline to remember other folk
be sure be kind and loving make no moan
To respond to nothing and everything
in a manner that you are defined
takes super strength and wisdom
revealing someone with a beautiful mind
I don’t want to be the other half of
something someone lost a long time ago.
I’m not interested in being
the better part of valour.
Everybody learns the hard way,
one way or another. No matter
how good you are at numbers,
you can only count up to broken,
forever.
So eat your liver & onions.
It should come as no surprise
to discover the divided heart
multiplies nothing.
Any child can tell you
love is invisible geography
& Reality’s the only fiction.
The more you look, the less you see.
Like insects whose words are feelers,
we strive to recollect the half-
remembered that deeply mattered,
witnesses to rashness
passing as bravery.
Despite the bad jokes
& Chardonnay
there’s an absence of humour
In what we say.
By resurrecting the dead we glorify
our names, our reputations
as artists, misfits & revolutionaries.
Savages together,
we toast our mutual savagery –
hear hear!! – the clinking solidarity
of well-heeled somebodies.
A-gile she walks,
taking stock of
every step her
B-rashness emitted
in
her long stride
C-at is a coy and
confident girl and
the
D-oves have a reason
to fear her
E-very bird from
Blue
Jays to Sparrows
avoid their
F-eline foe when she
is in the yards
G-rasses are tall
this season and she
waits
H-idden in the
esters, purple
fountains or
I-nside the shadows
of the tall Lavender
and
J-asmine
K-nowing they can’t
see her she
L-ies in wait
M-y kitty will leave
Nothing to chance,
she doesn’t move
while they’re in the
O-pen air she
stares
and studies her
P-rey for hours
Q-uietly she stalks
them, she’s deep in
the grass like a
R-econ mission in
war,
S-he seizes the
moment
T-actfully, silently
gets on her haunches
and
U-nleashes her body
like a rocket
V-ictory! Victory!
She
Won a sparrow for
her prize.
X-Mas! she
Y-elps, it’s like
X-Mas!, and she
lays her kill to the
ground and
celebrates with
great
Z-est.
8-27-14 for
Abcedarian Contest
Words, words so many
so hard to control
why can't we do so?
when they can damage our soul
Scripture says be careful
not to speak with rashness
as God hears our every word
to do so would be madness
So it would be sensible
to make our words few
that indeed would be wise
for once spoken hard to undo
It's wise to listen to God
for He always knows best
as the creator started the world
so follow Him to be blessed
poetgord@2013
Regrets
Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token
Words miss-read
Actions miss-lead
Clamors in the night
Pleading miss-sight
Sides taken
Lines shaken
Blindness bodes
Heavier loads
Rashness steps
Action’s regrets
Unthinking eyes
When misery cries
Matters adrift
Sieve and sift
Love enduring
Pardons ensuing
Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token
Ours is the Choice
A land of hopes,
A land of fears,
A land of laughter,
A land of tears,
A land of love,
A land of hate,
A land of doubt,
A land of faith,
A land of joy,
A land of sadness,
A land of logic,
A land of madness,
A land of shame,
A land of honor,
A land of delight,
A land of horror,
A land of frankness,
A land of duplicity,
A land of justice,
A land of iniquity,
A land of light,
A land of darkness,
A land of wisdom,
A land of rashness,
A land of realities,
A land of dreams,
A land of philosophies,
A land of schemes,
A land of work,
A land of leisure,
A land of pain,
A land of pleasure,
A land of purity,
A land of dirt,
A land of life,
A land of death,
That is our world where we:
Live, work and fantasize,
It is up to us to make it,
Hell or Paradise!
Demetrios Trifiatis
©
un Grateful
Rashness
Evil
sElfish ness
Deception
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