Satisfactorily Poems

Impure Yet Pure Love

Though he is can be as quiet as an ash tone of gray,
I still see he and I still ongoing in near future someday.
I love him for how he makes me satisfactorily unclean.

I Found Out

I found out how freeing life can be
When I began to finally simply see
The deepest parts of the inner me
Were never truly fulfilled satisfactorily.

I found out how emotionally avoidant
Those ones were, whom I found poignant.
The real me is that of a degenerate. 
Neurodivergence always showing its spirit.

I found out how I wanna be in love.
I will try every man's hand to fit a glove.
I always receive blessings from above,
So maybe someday soon I'll find my belove.

I found out in the hardest way 
That some will treat me more like prey.
But I will not stop waiting for the day
That I receive the real love for which I pray.

Terrifying a Nine Year Old For Fun

Don’t look in the mirror I cautioned myself
As if a basilisk was going to paralyze me at any second
I have read of them, and they eat mammals.
I wondered if this one would have to cut me up first
I am pretty big to gulp in a few bites.
Or will his teeth chop me up in a satisfactorily way?
Give me that mandrake root, I told my nine year old cousin. Just in case.
He was terrified. He had just finished reading two Harry Potters.
I loved it that I could use his fear to keep him silent and compliant.
I am evil that way.

Arrogance of the Academic

The poets throughout human history
With lines both plain and plucked in mystery
Clever though they may be, have failed to satisfactorily
Change the nature of man’s depravity
Document, analyze, mock, and praise
Poets have a role to play
In the drama of the human race
Provide some spice to improve the taste
But in the end
Please let us not pretend
That we will ever comprehend
The thoughts and deeds of mere mortal men
For it’s a foolish endeavor
And there is none as clever
Who can correctly measure
The moves and motives of human pleasures
The words I pen are my proof
Even if you consider it to be aloof
That judgement is for God alone to rend
His to control from the beginning to His ends

Vole and Trees Were In the Know

Maples were first at letting down their leaves they always go first actually.
Sycamore and oak were a day later; both let them go satisfactorily.
Their crispy waiting autumn leaves had been ripe for more than a little while,
But if they did not let maple go first, there would be a frown, not a smile.

Colorful eager leaves cascaded, sprinkled, floated, twisted, danced, and swirled.
They were like exotic Romanian scarf dancers with bound legs unfurled.
The pumpkins and squash sat rolling their jealous uncaring eyes.
They were always in perpetual grumpy moods. No big surprise!

A spider began making her way toward the barn gate.
The knowing farmer tried to stop her, but he was too late.
Her intricate web was already up, as fancy as any lace cloth.
A delicate piece of pure danger for any insect she caught.

From the house wafted delicious pumpkin spice and cinnamon smells
Perky pink nose from leaf pile turned west as by magic spells. 
Vole friend warned the mouse, I would not go in there. No way. 
The cat had an early lunch, and the mouse learned the hard way.

Written 9-9-2020
Contest Autumn Fall Rhyme Challenge
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

- the Insulation Is Almost Trouble-Free -

I feel emotionally flat
    the experience is very stressful
    No flooding or concentration
    Acute, which is more persistent
    Maybe therapy and skills training
    - some will need it just for safety
    I crank my headphones up to deafening level
    - shuts off all sick thoughts

    The silence gradually becomes unbearable
    Along the way, I experienced that
    the parachute did not work satisfactorily
    If only God could give me a clear sign
    Saturn's rings exist exclusively
    of missing aircraft luggage
    I think everything is predetermined
    Hope is foolproof
    I cut the cucumber slices like hearts






25/7/20
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4th place in the contest

Alphabetic Limitations

chipper chapper bitter batter
bird speak livening the forest
I strain my ears to hear their sounds
None of them satisfactorily captured
In verse or poems in a satisfactory way
bird peak simply cannot be duplicated 
For our alphabet does not speak beak.

Lock Down : Spenserian Forte Sonnet

During the lock down the biggest challenge
is unexpected interruption to
perform daily activities, manage
it satisfactorily to break through.

Challenge to deal with the abrupt change to
one's lifestyle; Normalcy broke. Adopting
something new always difficult to do
somehow everyone tries for adjusting.

One deadly virus spread its reach causing
panic; Media constantly says way
to stay safe, secure; people adapting
new life style; for safety to HIM they pray.

Some says, right now lock down is one main way
to be secured, to keep disease away.
~x~x~

Delirious

How do you pour the ice out,
Without spilling a glass like a spout?
Simple, I simply drink till it's all out,
Then as I cry I give a shout.

How do you pour the sauce out,
Without making the chef pout?
Simple, I simply gobble as I pigout,
Then I satisfactorily sigh as I go out.

How do you go out and about,
Without giving others reason to shout?
Simple, I simply slowly walkabout,
As I pray for a big turnabout.

Solar Competition

Sun soaks  us all in first fresh fun.
It keeps us all ALIVE WE THRIVE.
Making MERCURY more mistifying.
Meanwhile,  victorious VENUS  vears very 
Vengeful.
Eager  EARTH edges eastward earnestly
Effectually elemental
Miraculously  MARS mistook URANUS 
urshering in an urgent understanding,
For a quiet star.
 SATURN  satisfactorily goes
Afar  sixth  place  with rings.
And JUPITER awaits a hot  July just joining
NEPTUNE napping not  noticing near naked
polluted  PLUTO presumably with pressure
Possessing a powerful  punch.  Positioned
Positively, prone, toward percise potential.

Determination Route

Endless choices you make daily
Deciding between many paths 
Choosing the one that is satisfactorily
Leading to a bypath
Making to decide more carefully












Nayda Ivette
9-21-2015

Midnight Secrets

Midnight Secrets*   

In the dark, I came alive 
~tonight
I found my way 
~into the light

Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten, 
Towards the wind, I listen! 
Skin of envy and gold, 
My limbs suddenly unfold, 
Gracefully I follow the air,
I found myself without a care, 
Every moment, every feeling felt erotically insane, 
Seductively, the night whispers my name, 
A freedom flight 
~into the night.
 
My breast, not of a little girl 
Beyond the hazels, into another world 
My life until this point had been a riddle 
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle 

Circles with motion, 
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion, 
I touch myself gently, 
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around, 
The night echoes a whimpering sound, 
I want to see, and embrace the secrets inside me,
I squeeze the damp enigma charcoal sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly. 
Tucking my silk pillows, groping my knees,
I rub my lids slowly, satisfactorily complete, 
Falling back into the realm of counting sheep. 
~Tonight

The Reading

You told me stories of your untold,

Terribly touched and I was unfold.

You made me realize something wrong,

Poems don’t always rhyme like a same told song.

 

You have stories that I don’t know,

Incredibly splashed to said things no!

Out of your styles are eyes of sadness,

Tears are running on those innocent faces.

 

Dresses and shirts are not that important,

Take me in places of your stories grant.

Things are not always about perfection,

It’s about how to live life with satisfaction.

 

Crashing my heart with your truthful stories,

Life is an excursion and will continue its all through series.

You taught me how my life should be,

Teaching me to live satisfactorily is what it all has to be.

 

One night I’ve thought something even right,

Make things correctly and made it sonorously light.

We only have few people around us,

Make love of them and forget bad things as it was.

Hanging Roses In Windows

I learned from my grandmother
To dry roses in windows
Hung, upside down, from a string-
Maybe because that way
All the red would flow to their head
Like when one does handstands-
Handstands are never something 
That I learned how to do
Particularly satisfactorily...
I've always been a bit too-
Off-balance-

I learned from my mother
Not to hang around windows,
That I am not a rose
To be put up to dry...
When you spend so long
Leaning over windowsills,
You can only ever be-
Off-balance-

Duty and Humanity

Humanity has no support to duty
Both contrary in dealing and punctuality:
Non-the-less deny each claims still their validity
Former needs emotional skip where later regularity!

Humanity is a thing roundly soul concern
Fancies of many idles, despotic and obligates.
Estimate not to beautify active approach return;
Deserve aid remarkable quiet pleasing black arts.

Duty declares the deed must accomplish statutable,
Gratitude, greed and gratification are sub-judice here-of:
A crazy caution compel to foil inapplicable
Yonker's pride, old hand cultivated doctrinal of.

Certain condition humanity plays role of pre-eminence
Duty looks wanting help out of heels.
Depending on probation of sincerity convince,
Rejecting deep binder satisfactorily set aside exceeds.

If stands duty and humanity both together.
Glorifies the spirit immortal as His name
And also deal showing clean impersonality further,
None appeal to mercy could not dare blame.

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