Realty Poems

We feed the fang that bites

With penalty tariffs Trump fights 
And what we do? Haply fly kites.
Not shun all his business,
Buy Trump Towers I guess,
Forget reality checks,
We write realty cheques!
And feed alas the fang that bites.
__________________________ 
Happenings | 44.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: This ditty is written in UK English, not American. Hence read check and cheque correctly. Trump is a business man first and then only a president. He sees his personal interest first. See, how he deals with Ukraine, how he dealt with Pakistan, with Israel in Gaza, and elsewhere. Though people talk of boycotting American goods, many still buy Trump Towers with huge Trump’s stakes.

Reality's Not Enough

“You live in a false reality”
“That’s not going to make you any smarter”
“I don’t get what you like about it”
“You’re doing that because you like to?”
“That’s so boring”
“You actually enjoy that”
Spending my life wrapped up
Wrapped up in nothing less than an amazingly unrealistic world 
I’ve spend my life wrapped up in the pages of book 
There's something tranquilizing about reading 
Something so indescribable 
about getting to paint that sensational picture in your head 
When I try to explain reading to someone 
I say “it's just like watching a movie, but so much better”
There is something so rewarding about finishing a book 
Feeling accomplished, and so proud 
With each book a different story 
With each book your getting to live a completely different life 
And that's what I love most about reading 
I’d much rather live between the pages of books 
Then live in realty
With each turn of a page something new just around the corner
I would pick a book over people anyday 
Only because books don't have to understand you to like you 
You only have to understand and like the book to read it 
And there just something about reading
I can't quite explain

Hidden feelings

I watch you from afar, my heart beats oh so fast
But I can’t find the courage, will my feelings will last?
Every time you smile, my world lights up so bright 
You are the beam of sunshine on the darkest night
I want  to tell you how i feel,  but the words they just get stuck, i get a lump  ,in my throat, I just cant speak up
These feelings inside, I keep locked away ,hoping the day will come, that I can tell you how I feel and I know you are one
Im Secretly in love with you, but you’ll never know
It’s a bittersweet symphony, this is the hidden show
My heart sings your name, in whispers oh so soft
But the truth remains untold, a desire that maybe lost,
I write you letters everyday, that I’ll never send
Pour my heart out, in these words , my love I will defend
In my dreams, you’re always by my side,a happiness oh so true
But in realty, my feelings I hide,In the silence of a love for you

BLACK TO BLACK AND BLACK

Black to Black and Black like that
There's Black exact.  Just this the
Black flag yeah not no ever subtract!
Why that? Cause just that we be
About the LOVE of the Blackest 
Free lancer.  Take charge without
Regard say jack  Black needs to
Relax.  Black is beautiful It is Love!
Hey there say fair! Black is the 
Everything pulling cooperate strings.
Governments too! Ooh! It's kind of
Straight and yet still Black relates. 
Then compensates with compassion. 
Aaah! Lay BACK and WIN!  BLACK ON BLACK
LOVE LOVE  LOVE! BLACK
IS TREND! Leeet's JUST Break it
Down measures by measure. What's 
Our pleasure? Do not curse the HAIR!
YEAH! Black IS EVERYWHERE!

 We Do not intend to cause
 Comotion BUT WE are all the time
About that DEVOTION. Black is EXTREME
for necessary instance let we measure
That dream of a KING? Or destinations
Of ANCIENT EGYPTIAN ANCESTORS
Aaaha! Those REAL  REALTY REALITY
MASTERS! Soo now we should step
Away reside in time watch the ambiance 
Of their misery! Deliciously!

Destiny's Fear

In halls of our reluctant destiny.
We fight through hell to be free.

Imbued with the Iron will of steel.
Realty of horrors becomes real.

Broken into many anguish shards. 
As bloody darkness tries to tear us apart.

Slowly hells echoes fade from the light.
A gentle cool wind blows away this fright.

Shards of pain are knitted into one.
To never be the same, forever gone.

The trees sway as dawn breeze breaks.
Horror of evil atrocities lies at our feet.

We bow in sorrow hearing mournful cries.
Painful truth reveals their treacherous lies.

Warm compassionate Love are here to heal.
The oppressed cannot believe salvation is real.

Wars of many sorrows will end.
As one, Love and peace will begin.

H R H WIlliam Windsor

A prince of the air.? As well; as of realty, a younger twig to whom
Some proffer fealty.. Has gotten much attention in a
Certain area; thing..While Julians life is upon the scales.! Will some changes ring?? These scales
He owns in part, as he sits on Wales..Incumbent royal' a
People leader.? Advocate of fairness or just w e f pleaser??

Revealing The Disappearing Image

It was too heavy, I could not lift it
onto the page.
The poem was bleeding from an ancient wound,
I did what I could to mend and heal.

Some visions are male, some female,
some disclose themselves,
to be utterly alien to any sexual persuasion.
The poem was multi-dimensional,
I had to peel realty away from it,
as if it were swathed in Saran wrap.

Gradually it became lighter,
much lighter,
until it was more diaphanous
than a dragonfly's wing.

I could pin it upon paper now,
but many would still not see it,
nor ever name it.

Collaborations An Open Form

COLLABORTIONS
visual
   indications
  entirely sensual
in
a
 prolonged
 lament

a
nuanced
concept
ostensibly
incompatible

  ambiguity
 jnterpreted
 instilled
in
 shadow

a
transitory
dream
of
ultimate realty

 generosity
a
distinctive
 summation
of
 a
complex
posture
dense&empty

Robin Des Bois

The spirit of Robin is well in France
2023 his ethos advanced
The middle managenent break ranks
In suppirt of freedom for people in France
Free power supplied to homes and schools
Buisnesses hospitals spared daconian rules
The goverments farce is now under lambast
Reason has ignited in the mindset of France
Robin des bois, they play your game.'
People before profit thats purely sane
We can have both..' who says otherwise
Do we a want billions? And much genocide?
Many minds can figure, solutions and ways.'
Stand walk; march, improvise i hear France say.'

Disguise Mask

Though outwardly I seem to put on 
or display a Cheshire cat like grin

Does that represent what I actually
in realty do feel inside 

Or have I rather just become impervious
to hiding my interpretation better

Knowing that not either I nor anyone
else 

Gives a damn wishes to know or even
would be bothered enough to care anyway

The only 1 true fundamental difference
if we take the time to read in between
the lines 

Is though we may in fact be able to on 
the outside outwardly disguise and
pretend to smile and act happy

We simply cannot do the same take 
or make the pain disappear or go away 
that we feel on the inside 

Because the only thing that matters
in the end after all and really counts

Is what is on the inside looking out
not the facade we choose to put on

All depends on whether or not you are
willing to sneak a peek behind the
curtain

Or simply rather prefer not to know what
the show was inspired by what it takes to
make it or in regards to

Dream Recognition

Do I dream

Yes of course obviously 

I do

Of that fact I am sure

But of what I am not

Everything and everything

That somehow seems familiar

Places faces and situations

But nothing appears as it should 

All so similar yet totally and utterly different

Almost as if I am trying to change or fix

The subconscious thing's I did wrong
in a parallel different realty

Knowing I will and am about to wake

Charlie Norton - Expansion Planned

Charlie Norton has expanded 
Ever since his work was seen
And favourably commended 
By an Equerry to the Queen
He’s added Panto Dames instruction 
With an optional modular course
For white faced clown technique
And lead end Panto Horse
This coupled with existing stuff
Has pushed his venture to the fore
And Charlie’s mind is working
On this and so much more
He’s been invited to the Palace
Where he had a spot of lunch
With Charlie Windsor and Camilla 
And others of the royal bunch
The Prince’s trust approves 
Of Charlie and his scheme
And opened him an off shoot
In deepest trendy Cheam
And it is rumoured seriously 
That the Queen’s old man
Wants to learn to tap dance
In pumps and Coat of Astrakhan
Life is so exciting at Charlie’s
School of Armoured Acting Parts
And Charlie is considered 
To be a man of many arts
It says By Appointment 
Over the front door
Can any theatre school
Realty want for more
But not resting on his laurels
Charlie has a further plan
In providing correct training for
Portrayal of The Invisible Man
The Charlie Norton School;
Of Modern Theatrical Art
Can give your career 
A high powered start

Plausibility

contrary to popular religious belief
our universe was not created in a week
the universe did not spring from nowhere
spewing out planets and breathable air
that which constitutes the totality
has forever defined reality
difference lying within the constant changes
which evolution by any other name is

this world was not created for humankind
we adapted became physically aligned
to survive the environment our planet provides
what is possible becoming the ongoing guide
humans forgot their place within being
only themselves they now seem to be seeing
fortunately this universe does not care
if species is self-centered and unaware
that not one condition is ever permanent
including the so-called human experiment

no matter who or how long faith denies
fabricates larger, more intricate lies
self-righteousness and all consuming prayer
realty destroys it layer by layer
coming down to  final analysis
existence shall always be all there is

The Last Crusade

Most of his mature life
had been a process of recoiling
and mending.

Until late
he had not suspected
that this prolonged retreat
had been his lot.

He thought he was building bricks,
constructing a living edifice
while in realty he was engaged
in an epic dismantling.

He thought he had made inroads,
woven together great journeys,
drawing to himself many pathways
toward a destination or purpose.

Yet of late, he felt
that his life had been a slow withdrawing,
a giving way
disguised as steps forward.

Despite this new understanding
he sensed a strange vindication,
as if it were more noble to give way
and draw back.

The battle at last lost,
the surrender acknowledged;

today he whistles a tune
that the thorn bushes sing
when a homeless wind
rattles through them.

My Deja-Vu

I often find myself in a faraway place in a dream,
Living in a most unimaginable, exotic land rare
In a graphic situation so real, I awaken in sweat
And wonder out loud what I was doing there.
Supposing that, perhaps, my deja-vu was real,
That I was re-experiencing something of my past
Another life from long ago, now purposely relived,
Or was I in some eerie dream-like drama cast?

Or does my creative mind wrestle in the night
With wild and crazy scenarios of far-flung feat
Having no foundation in realty, mere fiction borne
Or, in some future time will I remember this beat,
Its adventures and exploits, in mystifying dreams,
And realize in them all some inscrutable schemes.

FIRST PLACE WINNER
written November 7, 2021
entered "Sonnet Salutation" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula

• Short Realty Poems
• Famous Realty Poems
• Best Realty Poems
• Read Realty Poems
• Long Realty Poems
• Realty Quotes