Short Proposals Poems
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Proposals on Valentine's Day
Mean that loves commit and will stay
But play is less hot
After tying the knot
And those with bad judgment will pay
Arranged marriages by their parents
Divorces all married for their own causes
Marriages arranged on their own cases
Divorces forced by their own parents
Close to the Pre-Raphael sect
All proposals to wed,she did reject;
Her fame excels in retrospect-
A spinster,quiet,pious and chaste
Such talents were,not left to waste.
Tribute to Christina Rossetti
Man proposes God disposes
A proverb
God verses Man meaning these words
God’s proposals for ever success plans
To dispose Man’s in his master plan
God means he is a master brand
To beat him Man isn’t that grand
Promises are sacred
Trust is vital
Love essential
For spirit, for soul, for bliss
Angels present
When all three meet,
Proposals, Marriages, Funerals
Promises made in trust, with love
God listens in.
Angels dance
Sacred, vital, essential moments
Delicate, and sweet, pure.
Man proposes and God disposes,
What if proposals are rotten?
God would have to squirm,
And he actually does,
That is how we gather gas,
And move on to our next proposal,
However understood is one fact,
God does not dispose necessarily,
Therefore choose proposals with abundant tact.
I can’t be
sharing
my body
with you
who’s now a shallow pool
though the room is offices
I can hear them panting now
his saliva wet every bedsheet
he’s your boss
your CEO
I’m quite
resistant
to reform
proposals
Three US peace proposals for Gaza
Bibi Netanyahu accepted every one
Sinwar of Hamas turned them all down
Then Hamas murders six hostages, gangland-style
And Biden-Harris puts Netanyahu on trial!
Where is the pressure on Sinwar and Hamas ~
Or is America’s ‘ironclad support’ for Israel just verbal gas
It was a lonely night full of expections
With dreams in my head filled with decorations
All wasn't well but still left a notion
Though felt right but full of imperfections
It was a cake sliced into pieces but never had my own portion
I needed a share to it but I never had a chance to make proposals
I wasn't well in the mind since I needed someone to hold me tight this night
aka
~ 'Where's my $1.2 million, Gov?! ~
Governor Newsom won't back reparations
Says they are so much more than
'mere' financial machinations ...
A 'committee' made a fool of La-La-Landers
with $$$$ proposals backed by buckets of sand ~
Governor Newsom, their phony front-man
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Note: 'DOA' (in the title) = Dead on Arrival
Politics is a mutual confrontation
To gain status, power and influence
Is not that simple
Sometimes out of logics
No sympathy
Only politicking
No discussion
Only debate
No laws
Only conspiracy
No truth
Only absurd and fantastic ideas
No promises
Only proposals
With comical speech
A brilliant orator
With bribery
Some dirty tricks
All are to win
And he who wins
Is always to be admired
She has the idea buried
Of later getting married,
As she shall be forty-five:
Very far from twenty five…
Her mirror has been talking;
Strong challenges from walking.
“When last was Monthly Bleeding?
Like Lot from Sodom fleeing!”
Marriage mainly child-bearing,
In Nigeria for child-rearing;
Tears for declined proposals:
Fine Guys that faced disposals;
Her rash rejection of Ben
And harsh ejection of Ken…
Unless she flies to US
Nothing like last SOS!
Shared Life
~
Life becomes a golden meadow
basking neath a warming sun,
amidst butterflies and dandelion seeds
floating silently upon a
wafting breeze whispering
through a mountain valley
tucked away among rose gardens
and gingerbread wishing wells,
gleaning in bent knee proposals
and sunflower smiles reflecting
sapphire sky promises,
bathed in every beauty
the eye could ever behold,
when you share it with me
Good morning Soupers
Dressed for comfort and play
worn blue jeans
signature red jackets --
as red as the distinctive tricots
of revolutionary Bastille days --
their slide whistles shrieking
their drums booming defiance
chanting slogans
blocking rush-hour traffic
echoes of 'Madame Guillotine...'
These school-teachers
turned performance artists
torpedo sincere, generous proposals
to further the educational
and vocational prospects of
360,000 public school students
Shared Mornings
My mornings become…
a golden meadow
basking neath a rising sun,
amidst butterflies and
dandelion seeds
floating silently upon a
wafting breeze whispering
through a mountain valley
tucked away among
rose gardens and
gingerbread wishing wells,
gleaming in bent knee proposals
and sunflower smiles reflecting
sapphire sky promises,
bathed in every beauty
the eye could ever behold…
when you share them with me
Good morning Soupers