Romantic overtures
like gaudy butterflies
kissing all blooms
that come their way,
teasing me, haunting me,
flirting with me
and playing havoc
with my feelings
Are you really harmless?
Is it fatal poison I drink?
I ask for hero worship
I get senseless fiddle-fuddle.
I ask for endearing emotions,
I get teasing quips
and seamy punch lines
that make me feel worthless,
shabby and trivial.
I yearn for meaning
I get trivia, empty promises,
like husks of unfertilized corn,
like a rundown house
abandoned even by ghastly ghosts,
or like a hot futile desert
filled only with smouldering sand,
empty even of a hopeful mirage.
Should I be thankful
that you bestow your love on none,
that you just love to trifle
with every man's heart?
Alas, I love you too much.
Categories:
seamy, how i feel, love,
Form: Free verse
I couldn't stop thinking about the June
It's the month so shy and dreamy
But she could never forget soon.
That morning, June was shocked by the moon.
She found herself feeling rather beamy.
April couldn't stop thinking about June.
Later, May was spooked by the moon
She thought the situation had become rather gleamy
But I could never forget her June.
May tried to distract her with a goon.
Said it was time to start thinking about a Niemi
I couldn't stop thinking about June.
June took action like a loon
As April was becoming too creamy
May could never forget that soon.
June nosedived like a warm buffoon
April minds became dangerously seamy
I couldn't stop thinking about my month of June
But she could never forget me soon
6/22/20
Month of The Year I Like Most Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Villanelle poetry form only.
Categories:
seamy, analogy, appreciation, how i
Form: Villanelle
to the Peach cobbler My Desert Favorite- -
YUm!!! peach cobbler, you inspire me to eat.
How I love the way you’re juicy and sweet,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Dreaming about the huge seed hard and tight.
Let me compare you to a dreamy prune?
You are more beamy, creamy and solid.
Deep sun heats the gleamy peaches of June,
And summertime has the seamy pholad.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your bright fuzzy peel, stems and eye.
Thinking of your steamy stems fills my days.
My love for you is the horrible high.
Now I must away with a pholad heart,
Remember I sweet parts words whilst we're apart YUm sweet tart.
12/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
seamy, analogy, appreciation, food, how
Form: Sonnet
Nightly the familiar march,
sunset suffused with dawn.
Crushed the moments in between.
Neither praised nor cursed but
merely lost amid their myriad kin
and dreadfully forgotten.
Misplaced lives amid unreckoned days—
for sale by merchants of expired skill
who barter time and wrest unseemly bargains,
their words aligned with porous deeds,
maintained throughout in darkness
yet crumbling from within, seamy side disclosed
Frightful that our nobler minds
must daily banish all the fetid rancor
those in power tediously summon
from nether cursed realm that they purvey,
absent notice or concern
for those they step upon and maim.
Have you heard the cries of innocence
of all earth’s precious life?
Won’t you join me now outside,
as once again the light of day is stolen,
and ponder all the vast but unseen
intellect that permeates the sky?
The speed of thought is infinite
and fills the boundless depths of space.
To all the guardians of infinity
I nightly urge my fervent aspiration—
And hold aloft a sign of just one word,
and that word is AWAY.
Categories:
seamy, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Categories:
seamy, 10th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Swollen to the brim with puny pride
I take on the seamy side of life a ride
That for me promises bliss
When caution advises
Analyzes and synthesizes
The obsession with a stolen kiss.
Thrown into total disarray
On my knees I bend to pray
Beseeching Providence
In its omnipotence to grant
Me wisdom never again to rant
Nor direct against a foe an egregious lance with credence.
Shaken to my foundation
For my unwise consolidation
I reconsider the way forward
Charting in earnest a new course
Drawing inspiration from a divine source
I reject advice from a clumsy coward and his risible reward.
Feeling forsaken and beaten
Despite being love smitten
I humbly submit
To dictates and edicts that respect
Perfect, select and deflect
The temptation nonsense for me to permit and tweet.
Categories:
seamy, poems,
Form: Free verse
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Categories:
seamy, abortion, absence, allusion,
Form: Pastoral
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Categories:
seamy, adventure,
Form: Pastoral
Dear diary!
One who bears the brunt of my adversity,
And my misery, you condone with affability.
There and back to make an affix,
Of an apparently gifted anomalies.
Night so long and yet so short
Threatening with its dreadful silence thought.
Providence, my heart sought,
From my "seems-unending strait",
Which hath made me desolate.
The day, I wish, ceases to break
Its torment, I could make a clean break.
For obscured I am in obviousness,
And lost I am in no one's guess,
'Cos my lovelessness hath made me less.
My seamy life, I shall lay to rest
For I need own a love nest.
Whence from forlornness, I will be harboured
And to its grace, I'll pledge my flesh and blood
But with my diary, I'll move abode.
Categories:
seamy, absence, allusion, depression, lonely,
Form: Rhyme
You’re my dreams / dreamt in blessed sleeps / lit in eternal light /
that tell me to hope, to hope, to hope.
You’re my yesterday / I worked to transform it / into an enriched today /
drawing non-stop from future’s maw.
You’re my touchstone: / I want to transform the world / of filth and dirt /
into a mine of gold.
Most of my life / much of my effort / many of my possessions /
I do dedicate to you, to you, to you.
I want to belong to you / want you to belong to me / want to walk hand in hand /
up the long track to truth.
I see a world in you / happy and tranquil and new / sordid and seamy to few /
bathed in autumn’s celestial dew.
Categories:
seamy, dream, hope, truth,
Form: Free verse
Convalescence empathy
removes the grit of wear
my thoughts are now encompassing
before ~ were just aware!
Oh, bide my time in effigy
thee once were all I shared,
now look away in emptiness
with sullen eyes that stare!
That saying Faith brings sympathy
aloneness brings compare,
religious truth seems apathy
and nurtures with impair!
The grace to ride this seamy sea
abridgment rules as care
were not the cost of everything
love lost in virtues bear!
There must be time, repairing, free
that wholeness can entail,
the grudge, and fate, and angers flee
took us beyond avail!
No longer was I meant for you
no longer you for me,
forgiveness was not our affair
all else was enmity!
There must be time of reckoning
just ours ~ just meant to be,
that in this grave, unsettled world
our future holds esprit!
The morning comes ~ the evening's nigh
restoring its' degree,
still in our heart, we stay apart ~
. . . . . . . . . . . a separationing!
Categories:
seamy, forgiveness, space, time,
Form: Monorhyme
Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle stretches out along the seamy streets,
Where grimy flesh of down and outs use newspapers for sheets
And sleep with crazy fetishes that slice and dice the skull,
Narcosis bred by pills and soup make all the senses dull.
The rail-yard cauldron simmering with cabbages and rats,
Skin and fur of vermin bleeding protein in the vats,
It tastes of pulped up sewer waste distilled by Mr Hyde,
The methylated spirits put some flavour back inside.
Leaned up against the siding now corroded through with rust,
The corrugated blackened bones of asbestos and dust,
Insanity, reality, all sympathy gone up in flames,
Lunacy screams at the moon and calls the symptoms names.
Down here it doesn’t matter what the poets choose to write,
The road to hell is paved with good intentions every night,
The only thing that means a damn is death will set us free
Of all the madman chronicles of sociology.
Categories:
seamy, death, life, people, places,
Form: Verse
Every picture tells a story,
it is doubly so of faces;
ah, what tales the tigress tells
at dim lit bars in far flung places.
Feline smile on feral lips,
reflections of an almost life;
mascara eyes, phosphorescent stare
honed as the sharpest knife.
Reading minds, dissecting souls,
burning with a look;
the deepest, darkest fantasies
become an open book.
Baring of teeth, clicking of claw,
a rare and savoured thrill;
in the wink of an eye, a swallow of gin,
locked on for the kill.
In seamy, dusky, perfumed night,
cheap scent and cheaper kisses;
cross-haired in the practiced paws,
an aim that never misses.
Prey half dragged to creaking lair,
she moans, cajoles with ease;
the heat and thrust of impassive lust
pulls a victim to his knees.
In the stripping stab of morning light,
reality never the same;
the tigress neither lithe nor sleek,
more dissolute and tame.
Deserting of bed, veiling of form,
shunning the light of day,
the cat demands her share of cream
and fades from black to grey.
Categories:
seamy, allegory, life, love, passion,
Form: Verse
Gloaming,the facet of life
Seamy,unwilling to the ear
Saw him yesterday,unthinkable
We spoke not quite long inexplicable
I left him just now,unimaginable
Harvestation with no crop
Reorientation for this world
He cries,someday the snail will come off its shell
Sorrow for eternity
Joyous for eternity
In two's thought of the mind
In two's were
in twos the journey of mankind.
Categories:
seamy, confusion, death, mystery, sympathy,
Form: I do not know?
Thee floor In Mourning what a dust Is this
Neated niceness with cleaning wealth
With powdered mica, coal and seamy
A dust to mine, a dust of pleasureness
Poetic moment sweeping up where
Therely It's Darkness Inhabited bye wonders of Creation and finish
Sweeping In the Season of work
Magic broomed sweeping words
Such dustness stay sententious played
Whence sweeping I truely Industrious bliss Night and soon I heard
A breeze Wind It did not come anear;
A dream It victory shook the table
Around,around, flew each sweet sound
Like one, that on a lonesome Ocean
in the brief dust and light
Develop a Flower that smiles toDay
Tomorrow dies passions all that we
Wish to stay of unreflecting love! _
Then on the precipices of the wide
World I write alone, and pray
Till I Name and Fame says realms adream inside indwellness hous productive words.
Categories:
seamy, adventure, business, computer-internet, forgiveness,
Form: Ballade
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