Most everyone falls in love with the raw and beautiful.
Whether it be a raspy woman or an evergreen forest.
We free-fall because they're untamed and indifferent.
Bathed in shades of Vincent Green or Pablo blue.
The sable nature of a man is to tame wild things.
The very things that made them unique and free.
We are greedy-want it all for ourselves -all the goodies
Of course, without properly and fully committing.
We poke endless holes in the soil of the evergreen psyche.
Glean oil from the skin of earth-gems from pristine eyes.
We trample the wild petal 'till it finally withers and dies.
The tighter we squeeze freedom, the more freedom flees.
Mother bear devours the roughneck and explorer.
The woman's heart becomes calloused and fleeting.
Her heart bleeds out the blues and the greens.
Like a firefly in peril or a fiery midnight aurora.
Hippy, could I say? Or rogue, rascal or roughneck?
Who, his and lives of others, does knowingly wreck;
These are 'born with a silver spoon in the mouth', sure,
In their mind and heart, yet, are these noble and pure...?
Though looked respectable, in verity, spoiled brats,
They hide from honesty like rats from frenzied cats;
Magnificent meals they majestically host,
As though accomplishing austere missions they boast...!
Wreckage, sabotage, torment, torture, loot and kill,
Watching others dying inch by inch - is their thrill;
Fighting against the good, is like playing football,
Their hearts never melt seeing severest death toll...!
As any association that gets started,
With principles noble and goodness wholehearted;
Bullingdon Boys too had objectives virtuous,
Living of which gradually grew arduous...!
17 March 2023
Bullingdon boys Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Feedback - flight or fight – it’s due to enzymes.
God put it in our brain, safeguard for crimes;
fear is normal, a good thing many times.
Facts fog up when fear uses its strong-arm.
What is meant to keep us sheltered from harm
can fail just like any other alarm.
A freeze from fear forces all hands on deck.
When fears become phobias, take time, check
your fear can be a liar, a roughneck.
Facing the fact of a fear of failure
pray to God; ask others to help for sure.
With effort on your end, you’ll find a cure.
Focus on the freedom you can achieve
when your irrational fear goes on leave.
January 22, 2023
This is a reasonnet - four tercets rhymed AAA,BBB,CCC,DDD, and a couplet rhymed EE. I have used pentameter, but that is not required according to the creator of this form, Reason A. Poteet (yes, that's me).
I remember the first day
I tell you that i love you,
When i tell you that i will
Always be on your side,
Actually i wasn't lying to you
I remember the second the day
I tell you that you look beautiful,
When i tell you that you look
Exactly like an Angel from heaven,
Actually i wasn't lying to you
I remember the third day
I confess to you that i was once
A bad boy,the day i tell you
That you are the chosen one,
Actually i wasn't lying to you
I remember the 4th day
I tell you that please stay by my side,
An you said i will do so because
I love you ROUGHNECK,hey look,
I wasn't lying to you my love????
My daddy was a roughneck and he worked the oil patch.
He ate his eggs and biscuits that my mommy made from scratch.
Pies and cakes and everything from scratch was always made.
That was the best, the ladies said - the rule they all obeyed.
So I watched her while she made it, and fixed us up a batch.
I saw flour and eggs and butter, but I never saw that scratch.
I saw everything she added, and I watched real close, I swear.
That scratch must be invisible; I couldn't spot it anywhere.
I guess there is some magic in the scratch, I must admit.
Especially at grandma's, who makes everything from it.
So if I should ever marry, for me a perfect match
is a girl just like my mommy, who makes our food from scratch.
April 10, 2015
Roy Jerden
Roughneck
obnoxious when inebriated
brother, precious brother
blessed by God
if only...
ever the first born.
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