Short Swaggering Poems
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Insatiable shadows
senselessly seeking
spiritual sainthood.
Stealing……….
shiny symbols
staged senses
swaggering sanities.
Insurmountable sorrow.
the lifestyle
avant-garde
unconventional
in every way
artist at heart
eccentric
original
his look unique
unlike another
a trendsetter
with
swaggering
flair
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on June 14, 2019
sway armenian horde
your master,the ottaman
passes through your door
i wrote this to mark the anniversay of the ottaman/armenian war of 1915,today is the
marked anniversary.i believe this would be the view of maybe a young,swaggering ottaman
officer.
A bulging extremity,
a feminist integrity,
a swaggering centipede,
the cops arresting me,
my dick the right size,
the bang coming out of your eye's,
the sensitivity upon demise,
the dew and dripping from the sky's,
the eagerness of eloping,
the magnitude of doping,
the honesty of groping,
scattering scorpions glowing and scoping.
On the mountain top
Dancing with a swaggering hop
Leaping along with swinging head
Flashy the sky with twinkling stead
Lonely the autumn made me
Softly the whisper kin she
Winkling my leads gets down
Arouse my nerves went round
Ache in my head was her love
Gentle, kind and kin like a dove
Sighing so hard around the garden
Bristly grabs waged be sudden
Always in euphoria, swaggering in conceit,
I see myself absorbed in work and ideals.
Embedded in cultured mind frame,
Starve myself for the epicurean feast,
I stand prejudiced with excessive self esteem,
Saying goodbye to intolerant stance,
I get off my high horse,
Tune myself to unpretentious attitude !!
Written June 4th, 2013
Awarded 10th place win
A succoring dew around your hearth lays
To water your carefree, idle days
On your beauty sunspilt beams gaze
A nurtured value to appraise
In the availing breeze your mast sways
Gallantly swaggering in the afternoon haze
Your gilded petals a coiffed maze
Snowy dander your dainty folds doth glaze
A fragrant perfume distilled in fertile phase
Doting bees on your succulent nectar do graze
I hid in the pandemic,
although I got infected,
fearing they would laugh
at me.
For it prevented them
from performing
their swaggering
ceremonies,
functions,and parties,
and saved me
from the pain of
non-willingly following
societal norms I don't like.
I feel free and comforted
amidst the atmosphere
of simplicity,
but their egos tried
to surface
during the pandemic
as well .
School's started up. sigh
I moved up a notch, of course
but virtual school sucks.
We should be walking
- no, swaggering - ivied halls
with new dominance.
Seniors rule, true,
but with one foot out the door
- Juniors set the tone.
One more viral theft,
that renders long traditions
unapproachable.
This virus changes lives
- bodied within its limits
- what future will rise?
Let my weakness swim in brook of strength,
As i seek death in the pool of lust.
To turn away my eyes from illegit cast,
And plunge them to path of awarding conduct.
To the swaggering whisper of lust,
I receive at every rhythm of my heart beat.
I stand firm to un-sheath my sword,
To clamp this re-echoing and recurring bait.
I propitiate You thee to armour me,
With guards of incorruptible candour,
That fall not to intrigues of my sisters,
From whom i met falls without counts