Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-
Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-
Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave in;
waiting coming leaves:-
I often take a shameless selfie
Of myself dining or travelling gleefully
And post it on my Facebook
Or Instagram page immediately
Some people say it's quite conceited
To paste your mug so much
Of displaying your contentment
When in reality your life may be otherwise
So easy on your selfies
It's really not all self-toot
Just a way of keeping in touch
Through modern technology
Reassuring that I live and commute
Don't be hide anymore behind
this shameful mask of coldness,
I start feeling your indifference;
you pull away and enter a fantasy world,
where nothing is real to human eyes:
don't hold on your ego and pretense!
This shameful mask of coldness
has kept you in dreadful darkness,
is there anybody who trusts you anymore;
even words aren't as believable as before!
Steal kisses and run away,
spend nights in stranger's arms,
conquer and use innocent girls;
never think you won't pay!
It's time you took off this mask of coldness,
it has hurt me more than the other lovers!
Pray that you don't step in hell again,
burn in torment for the lies you told me;
there's a payday for everyone who deceives,
there's a cold day that brings rain and shivers:
you did it to yourself, no pity on you, demon...
I have clipped your wings: you can't reach me!
Scream, don't ask for mercy, keep your frown,
cringe your teeth, nobody can hear you, dummy;
the mask of shameful coldness has come down:
it's my turn for revenge, why should I feel guilty?
a shameless bluffer
he won at poker and twenty-one
an audacious risk-taker
brazen, brave, and bold
daring to do what most would not
my grandfather-in-law, the gambler
who lost his house to a bad hand of cards in the thirties
______ The Shameless Bird, perched high with glee,
Barks at the tree, as bold as can be.
I offered food for its family's delight,
Yet it barks at me, a curious sight.
Just like this bird, so shamelessly free,
Some people in life act quite similarly.
Ignoring kindness, they persist in their ways,
Ungrateful and bold, through all of their days.
But let's not judge too harshly, you see,
For life's a complex tapestry.
Sometimes, the shameless have lessons to share,
In their boldness, they may reveal what's rare.
So, observe the Shameless Bird with a smile,
And ponder the lessons it may compile.
For in its audacity, there might just be,
A glimpse of ourselves, both wild and free.
Temporal Dilettante Journalist
David J Walker
no-thing need not name the nameless
breaks the morning in disguise
shakes the shame and wakes the shameless
quench tormented turbid eyes
the bootless errand realized
who shakes the hand but shuns the banquet
a polymath of nullity
a picnic spread on follies blanket
the argot of a fervent plea
omnifarious frivolity
dante sings symphonic anthems
measured meters latin chants
pardons plied to paphian sanctions
the queen retorts in satin rants
a paupers portion the monarch grants
bemoans the message minimalized
Christmas at its wrongest
Around masquerade-watching men mill,
All of them like church -avoiding Jill
And all over again Christmas they kill;
The venue, a valley that hates every hill,
Shadows of death, dangling its bill
And there the family of Mr Gil
Also Chooses to mill,
As yearly defender of its shameless thrill;
On this day, no half acre to till:
A family spiritually at a standstill
And ever a marketer of its sleeping pill...
At some eatery I’m still studying my bill
And in strides fire-selling Cecil
To equally order a dish and eat his fill
But masks further watch from a window with sill...
Christmas, no doubt , at its wrongest
Masquerade, not Christ, the Guest!
Shameless Suzy was swinging so high
she went almost straight up to the sky.
Right nearby her there stood
a new guy from the hood.
Up her skirt he was trying to spy.
Shameless Suzy surely was daring,
for she laughed and swang on not caring
when the guy called, "Hee hee,
for your undies I see."
No knickers was she even wearing!
March 1, 2021
for Tania Kitchin's Two Limericks - Let's Have Some Fun! Poetry Contest
Moon standing in the dark edge
Of the skyways
Like a shameless whore
Waiting for someone
To be swept by love and lust
Falls her tender beauty
On my bathtub filled with
The crystal clear water
Tranquilized like drunken
Changing itself into mirror
In which her sublimed shadow
Whirled by the whisper of wind
Blurred by the soapy fizzes
Sunken beneath the waves.
With cosmic clouds
Ravished by her unlike beauty
In sheer lunacy turned me down
Like that my mind is drained
As brittle as dry ice on my flesh
Like the dyeing embers
Of smouldering pyre
Every word of my poems
Seemed full of clichés.
*
She throws the clock
Half way across the room
For the alarm sounded too early
Forgetting she set it herself
She stretch and turns the other way
Last night she was at a party
She drunk her shame away
When she came back
It was half past midnight
She was half asleep anyway
She jumps on the bed
Forgetting her shoes and dress
She was long gone before she could reset the alarm
She has class at 8:00am
It's 8:10am already
The teacher can teach the tables and chairs
For she has no interest today
For last night she drunk her shame away
Enacted the Fraudulent Act S.447,
as it is not enough that America and FDR
gave half of Poland to Russia
after Second World War in 1945.
Only because Stalin returned
some of stolen lands to Poland,
Poland still lost almost
100 thousands square kilometers.
Irony of this Act is
that it concerns dead people
and the fault of it is
that it unjustly ask victims to pay.
America, when are you going
to introduce the legislation,
to return to Poland its lost lands?
Do you punish us for being your allies?
Shameless
She is humble, always courteous
Always smiling, always sweet
Such a lady, what a woman
Come what may, she stays discreet
Many a man will tell his lady
’That is how a wife should be
Unassuming, not demanding
Just obey, don’t disagree’
She is humble, and she’s quiet
She will never say too much
But speak to her and you will notice
With a lot she’s out of touch
Her demeanor is intriguing
But then again, it’s also weird
For she has no recognition
Of the things that should be feared
In her world, all is well and rosy
She knows not how to relate
To another woman’s anguish
For she knows not how to hate
And though hate is seldom virtuous
It will keep what’s bad at bay
So this makes her very tender
And many will just have their way
But she’s humble, and it's lovely
Keep her silent and oppressed
And make sure she gets the warning
To not appear disturbed or stressed
Keep her smiling, it serves a purpose
Our ego is at stake
Doesn’t matter what they’re saying
We prefer her to be fake
She is humble, she’s a minion
She makes life easy to say the least
She’s a toy, a gift, a blessing
To every vile and shameless beast.
Wendy Nipas
Heat absorbs through the window but times have changed.
A cold, frightening breeze holds it's weight on the day.
Momentary worries fill your head as the curtains close in.
Reunited with evil isn't considered a sin.
So many weep from pleasure or from pain
and raise their invocations to the sky.
I watch them from the corner of my eye.
Their exhibitions I would likely feign
to match expression shown when masses cry.
My eyes, instead, might blur. I gasp or sigh,
and sometimes I despond when under strain.
But rarely am I vassal to the guilt
that others I’ve observed are prone to claim.
Of slower-melting metal I was built.
By keeping cool, I suffer less from shame
than those who feel too much. They often wilt.
A gift or curse? I rarely feel to blame.
For Frank Herrera's WHAT MIGHT THEY FIND THERE
(I've noticed I do not suffer so much from feelings of guilt as some of my friends do. I think it has to do with basic personality types)
Abel, the armored lancer, was a shameless adulterer not able
to give up for an hour the company of beautiful Anabel;
" I'm allowed to court anyone! " he squeaked out aloud,
" Why must an adulteress be cursed, to me it's superstitious!
I prefer sensual Anabel! She never denies my desires!
I won't bow and crawl! No angry Pope can make me cow!"
" I am joining the Crusaders and take Anabel with me,
in Jerusalem I will announce my bethrothal to her;
ah, my gracious wife Mary, you won't be so merry!
If they arrest me, a bale of jewel will guarantee my bail!"
And if the infidels kill me, " Anabel, send a message to my beloved Mary:
" I ask to be forgiven, not forgotten...I was very unfaithful to you;
in every battle I saw your devoted face so tearful, it was terrible...
I am too troubled and traumatized by this guilt which will bring me death."
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