Short Man Of The World Poems
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Can't believe all the new peeps dropping in
Must change my undies, feel like a bohemian
Be more presentable
Dress more respectable
More man-of-the-world, this silly old comedian
Can't believe all you peeps dropping in
Must change my undies, feel like a bohemian
Be more presentable
Dress more respectable
More like a man-of-the-world, this silly old comedian
The fat man claims to be a man of the world
and dances around the stage as if to prove it.
The leading lady laughs deliciously
and exits arm in arm with the thin man -
after all she knows the fat man is a jolly sort
and not like normal people
with feelings to be considered.
The fat man claims to be a man of the world
and dances around the stage as if to prove it.
The leading lady laughs deliciously
and exits arm-in-arm with the thin man~
after all she knows the fat man is a jolly sort
and not like normal people
with feelings to be considered.
Man of the world:
His eyes were the trick to his disguise
His lies were the key to his guide
As he lay there deep with in the lie
He realized
Nor he nor anyone else could relinquish him of the pain he'd hide
Of the pain he'd hide
So if he fell astray
If he fell behind
No one would be left to help him fly
-Written By Jesse Gillibrand
Form:
Rabid desires, blamed on testosterone;
vicious thoughts, in games of oneupmanship,
fuelling passions, turning heart to stone,
remorselessly tighten on soul their grip,
oblivious to tears that slowly drip.
The face in the mirror loses lustre,
resembling now, a demonic creature,
deadened to soft, subtle voice of conscience,
man of the world, in truth a predator,
forging with evil, shaky alliance.
02-May-2021
At Birth
Written: by Miracle man
9-3-2019
life’s mast was hoisted and sails unfurled,
And while I’ve never became a man of the world.
I’ve done my best with what God has given,
And by a fecund imagination I’ve been driven.
Like Jonah, I too, was found inside a great fish,
Jesus gave me hope and now I cease to wish.
From the belly of my fish I would soon ascend,
God’s voice had brushed me like a gentle wind.
Dunk in world, taint-less still I’ll be,
Man of the world, world-less still be.
Come, stitch a patch of love ‘pon me
So that my life loveless not be.
Death, yours be the only bed, where
I sleep and keep grace still with me.
Journey of life that scarce goes straight,
As man way-lost would digress me.
Amidst all this heartless ho hum,
My work still reader-less might be.
________________________
Ghazal |11.11.2025 | life, love, sleep, world, work
Yes I see you man of the world:
Flashy on cue in myriad twirls.
Yes I know when to step aside:
Succinct you send your swirl of pride.
Yes I know now that tragic touch:
Watch time somehow scoop away much.
Yes I know why all magic fades:
The weary sighs that sorrow trades.
Yes I know then that fear resents:
The crippling trends in cheer's intent.
Yes, I must say that common sense
Soon fades away to true pretense.
Leon Enriquez
16 December 2014
Singapore