My love for you is like a crashing plane:
exhilarating pace, without control:
you’re equatorial around the pole.
Why meet my sunshine with torrential rain?
My heart is Dealey Plaza, you’re on Main.
I often think destruction is your goal -
you seem to me a well-intentioned troll.
Profundities, once uttered, are inane:
your utterances, colourfully drab,
are tart as custard, sweet as succotash:
your slow-burn humour, like a smash-and-grab,
resembles credit cards. I’ll stick to cash.
No self-respecting homeless hermit-crab
would ever trade with you. You’re feebly rash.
Categories:
self respecting, relationship,
Form: Sonnet
When under the gun how can one
not be outdone by nepotism
or overcome by favouritism
altho' the norm they're no more
than a form of terrorism
a nebulous opponent none can fight
on the human landscape
naught but a blight
from which we can't escape or run
any self-respecting someone would shun
and as for me you see
I was obviously yet definitely
born in the wrong place
at the wrong time with the wrong face
seeing promotion from outside in the cold
not a foot could I put over the threshold
what with doors slammed progress jammed
out of my depth in over my head
can't get a look-in may as well be dead
Categories:
self respecting, how i feel, word
Form: Rhyme
The platypus excels at evolution
And displays a super cool solution
For making his way amidst the muck,
He don't run aground. He don't get stuck.
Of this, the platypus would never dream
As a self-respecting monotreme.
Indeed, a platypus of station
Will employ electrolocation.
Categories:
self respecting, animal, humor,
Form: Rhyme
mother needed a new stove
everyone had white stoves in the sixties
it was the approved color
appliance store up town received a sample stove
it was painted a blazing bright red
not what any self-respecting cook would want
it cost way less than the other stoves
my parents bought it
mom redecorated her kitchen in red
everyone who saw it wanted a red stove
they ran uptown and demanded one
this had been a prototype that did not make it
it was way too modern for 1962
so we had the only red stove
but other women soon created red kitchens
Categories:
self respecting, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Draw the curtains
Dim the light
Get settled down
For this long winter night
Almost dozing In my chair
A sleeping cat on my knee
Feeling warm and content
A pleasant place to be.
A fire in the grate
A red hot ember bed
Before which my lady sits
Toasting crusty bread
An old fashioned fork
Holds the speared slices down
Which the embers very quickly
Turn a shade of golden brown
A buttered toast and coffee supper
The toast spread with marmalade
One of those special snacks
Hot, tasty,simple, homemade.
The cat stretches and grumbles
As I reach for my treats
Not the sort of thing any
Self respecting cat eats.
With a disdainful air
She leaps to,the floor
Haughtily strides away
Knee not needed anymore
When I’ve grovelled sufficiently
I’ll in time be forgiven and then
I’m sure she’ll condescend
To occupy my knee again
Its a scene repeated nightly
And I’m getting used to that
It’s hell being appointed human
To the disdainful resident cat.
Categories:
self respecting, cat, humorous, pets,
Form: Rhyme
Changing outlook from negative to positive
Our happiness starts with positivity;
Undermining our joy by withholding grudge
Never good things can be achieved with sadness
The best moments of life can’t be surrounded with misery.
Yes, people will try to impress upon their views.
Only you can decide whether to accept it or not.
Understand the purpose patiently
Review it from both sides before agreeing
Believe in yourself.
Learn the practice of self respecting.
Else Life will be meaningless with internal suffering
Some conditions need to be worked to avoid dissatisfaction
Sincere effort required to keep away from negativity in life
If one feels so unsatisfied, it will have impact on state of mind
Never quit, wise people said.
Grudges are waste of time, take remedial steps.
Stay calm to be peaceful; be happy with what we have.
Categories:
self respecting, blessing,
Form: Acrostic
muddy, heavy roads,
to self-respecting walker
no selected route
Categories:
self respecting, adventure, allusion, extended metaphor,
Form: Haiku
Sweet Astrology and Self-Assured Astronomy went for a little walk.
Astronomy said “Glad we can have this little self-respecting talk.”
Astrology sighed.
Astronomy tried.
To self-promote his science, pontificating during every squawk.
Categories:
self respecting, science,
Form: Limerick
It would seem much of the time that while so many so called self respecting, educated, so called independently minded women don't truly respect much or anything , often especially men, the so called women who are said to have no self respect truly respect everything to be truly respected, especially life and self interest and truly understand and respect men. As for me I respect anyone who respects me . I only judge that which spitefully judges. My idea of a relationship is being married to a great guy. That is myself , but being on the low down with the opposite gender. please, don't tell him. he's so jealous. ha. ha. footnote; is life about love and being a dove or just hate disguised as it's opposite. ask yourselves, please. honestly.
Categories:
self respecting, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Alliteration
How did it come to this?
Sitting on a terrace counting how many
Ships are anchored in the bay.
I know most of the ships especially
The coastal runners, the big trawler has left an ugly ship
With a crew of the last chance saloon
No self-respecting seafarer would join a ship
That empties the ocean of life.
How did it come to this?
I am watching ships come and go in the bay of Cascais.
My plans for the future have been overtaken
By the veracity of the day
Categories:
self respecting, cinderella, conflict, confusion, courage,
Form: Blank verse
The phone conversation
Late in the evening, my daughter brought me an apparat
that made it possible to talk to the dead.
The first on the line was an electrician complaining
I hadn’t paid him; sure, how could I pay you when
You died before I had money ready?
You could have bought flowers and visited the funeral.
You are right I could but omitted to do so
Because I had no money and it was raining that day.
You could use an umbrella. I haven’t got one,
No self-respecting seaman will be seen alive with one.
Besides I was on a ship near the Azores when you died.
This man always complaining, static noise and other
Voices disturbed the talk.
I thought some people never stop moaning however
Long they have been dead.
Categories:
self respecting, books, break up, business,
Form: Blank verse
I thought my little mate the blackbird
was being bullied by his flock
maybe pressured to renounce our friendship
his little yellow nose looked painfully pecked
his tail short and dishevelled as his feathers
I might have been wrong
his beak looks healthy and strong
of shiny long black coat and tail
worthy of any self-respecting bird gangster,
groomed and pedicured to the nines.
Categories:
self respecting, nature,
Form: Free verse
Oops, silly me! I do apologize for believing
most of my adult life that marriage is...
a sacred union of two souls. That it's between...
two people. Just two!
Is there a bigger insult to the institution?
If one exists, could someone please enlighten me?
What's the point of marrying someone
you don't want to fully commit to?
It couldn't be more peculiar. An open marriage
is not a marriage. It's an excuse to continue...
sowing wild oats. An excuse for commitment-phobes
to keep playing the field, to keep bed-hopping
Why would any self-respecting individual stay
in such marriage? If it can be called a "marriage"
To call a spade a spade, it's more like...
Open adultery!
Date written: 06/20/2019
Categories:
self respecting, marriage, perspective, satire, write,
Form: Lyric
Sour trumpet, flat trumpet; disharmony you create…
That’s simply not music; that hot air, you blow;
clearly your valves are blocked.
Where did you learn those old sour notes?
those twitters, squeaks and squeals,
I’m so bamboozled; you’ve gobsmacked my ears.
How dare you, screech flat notes into my tender ears;
when they’ve listened to real music for decades.
Why must your revenge deafen everyone?
You’re not all that clever; you loud, blaring beast.
Your sour notes could wilt the bark
on every self-respecting tree in the forests.
Just please, go back to school and learn something new.
If you must blow hot air, go and get some repairs;
then perhaps the world will think better of your a-tones.
For: What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest; Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
self respecting, conflict, confusion, discrimination, feelings,
Form: Free verse
The fairies harbor secrets; many humans should not know.
Some will give one away for a price; that trade is very rare.
Make a deal with a fairy and it’s for life.
No self-respecting fairy, would take less than human service for a lifetime.
What a fairy expects of a human slave; you won’t want to know.
Fortunately, deals with fairies are, quite rare.
Forget your steak dinner; in the land of fairies; you won’t get steak rare.
Fairy food, you’ll eat and fairies take no animal’s life.
How to cook fairy food, you’ll learn; it’s something a fairy slave must know.
Once you know how; your new talent will be rare but, remember that you made that trade for, your life.
Categories:
self respecting, adventure, fairy, fantasy, image,
Form: Tritina
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