Early morning robin’s tune,
clean warble, tweet, lull,
dawn presage melodic,
on steel gray branch,
orange-tint red breast,
neck and chest pale blue,
proud perch, peak poise,
canny eye squint alert,
a shrewd bird winking,
model smart phone cam,
a mild tremor in hand,
as I point this device,
to capture scenic glory,
I can oft reflect on,
with cluster and clan,
that spellbinding snap,
one recalls on record,
oh oozing charm at,
that rapid fire speed,
now oops where has,
haunting creature fled,
pictures now lodged,
in the back of mind,
my one true solace,
in lieu of botched,
endeavour on film
There was no room for her honesty,
words turned from a false narrative;
Witnessing the start of this sham
birthed a brand new breed of justice;
Bustling bonfires burn so brightly;
Stay and fight? Her prerogative;
She stole back a stolen rhythm
just to toss in shrewd resonance;
Gospel sung from her diaphragm,
uttered in such sweet defiance.
in a manor of time it will tell
it's been so reconciled
it's hard to tell anymore
not s scull set up on a stump
sold separately no gun
but a tall tale on web buy now black market
but fishes fishes in your suit case and back pack
can't believe your eye
fishes fishes that fall from the sky
it's a wonder and work's why
it's life and power
it's money that disappears
it's the people that hate him
distracted discernment
brought it to an extreme
trust of all bad advice from some
decent i'm sure fine young fella
it's astute I mean absurd
Don't hastily conclude,
All the facts, you include
By being always shrewd,
Have a pleasant mood,
Toward none, be rude,
Approach be not crude,
Wisely if you have viewed,
Mysteries, you can denude,
Life must be improved,
Talents must be proved,
Our skill must be improved,
We must be by all approved,
Bad things must be removed,
If we have properly moved,
Defeats can be eschewed!
Few odd kilometers now
In this short walk.
The feet all sore
And the mind, sulk.
"Who knows where the park is
Or when the time to bed is?"
The brain is full of shade.
The head needs its shrewd.
If the mouth won't say,
The body would.
"Is it permissible to be in the restroom?
One needs to be at ease, soon."
Thinking, "out of ten, I'm nine!"
In truth, he's genesis in time.
Conflicted youth in his prime.
Tired!
Feeling, "I need a peaceful rest.
Hands folded, placed in chest!"
Today ignorance uttered words in the court of kings,
as we waited too long for coruscation of brilliancy,
serendipity smiled on nescient,
and crowned rebellion for one hour.
utterances from idle lips ,
foist on passerby along nature’s path,
As filthy rebel from the woodcock progeny,
Spoke with grandeur of betise.
suspense graced the rage of arrogance,
Today in the prison of the khaki boys.
cast amongst quails and punks.
This punky nurse of innocence.
what?
Ask me not, for I will not like this,
bandy with Rampallian .
People
those who actually are lazy, useless,
people
those who want to live only on his/her meditation,
people
those who want to enjoy this life on others shoulders,
people
those who live in holy places only by reciting the scriptures
without any other work,
people
those who think that contemplation of religion is the best policy
for afterlife,
people
those who avoid these earthly activities
but enjoys all earthly inventions and discovering
by uttering shrewd holy creeds,
only they remind the speech of death,
they utter the fear of death,
they describe the terrific condition of hell,
and they encourage to expense others for their holy places
because they live beside it lazily on others livelihood!
to them, death is the curse from God;
so, they advise thinking of the life of after death
and they advise leaving this world and its inventive, creative activities
but these saint like fraudulent peoples enjoy all
comfortable inventions and discovering by their shrewd creeds!
-April 30, 2019, Chattogram
A Shrewd While Rude and Crude Dude
Matt Whitaker for sure.
As can be, Whitaker has really been shrewd,
And we should toss in lewd as well as crude;
In came;
Brain lame;
An ignorant, inept and outright dumb dude.
Jim Horn
My analysis of Whitaker before his hearing
which ain't too good.
Nothing much in the bar,
This man from yonder,
His alien, adulterated accent
Sets the bar in stitches,
Yet,
He whines for a twenty,
For a stick of smoke,
He egresses for a minute,
In a corner secluded,
He pulls out a pack,
Snatches a cigarette, lights it,
Enters the bar smoking,
I am just peeping with my peepers,
Mouth shut,
Another round of stitches,
He approaches another,
He egresses again.
So Shrewd Horn Haiku
If he was so shrewd,
How can he ever be rude
Pretty interlude.
Serve peace a la mode
And for justice have a code
Never let erode.
Like my peace served straight
The we all can celebrate
Best to not be late.
With God peace survives
Exists in all of our lives
He never deprives.
A point I might miss
Gender analysis is
A paralysis.
With myself am bored
Which is why I love the Lord
Wife always adored.
James Serious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Propensity sparks
Betting in numbers to win
Probable goals failed.
Tried bet once more though
Best loved numbers didn't hit
Long waited win ends.
Money for other things
Risking bet to win some more
Awake while asleep.
Dreamt came before dawn
Whilst numbers gone out boxes
Jotted down traces.
Shrewd Gambler wandered
Vivid signs pooped up in mind
Winning is losing.
How does one survive among legendary and wealthy men
by being shrewd and brash?
Be a menacing wolf, not a fearful lamb!
Learn their secret to unleash power and you'll win!
How did Trump and gates amass riches
by inheritance or using their heads?
Fill up your piggy jar to the rim: a hundred pennies make a dollar,
and by adding nickels and dimes your saving will surely grow.
Some invest in the Stock Market,
but considering today's economic woes one must refrain
from investing large amounts, or lose a lot;
invest in real estate, reap huge profits and risk none.
You would think that I would try
To be a little more cautious,
And I commend those who can.
Yet I can’t help that I get a little…
Stupefied
Mystified
Completely Mesmerized
When you get that gaze in your eyes.
I know what that look means.
It’s a frequency that I can count on.
When you get that grin
And put your hands behind your head.
I know what words are forming in your mind
Every single time.
And this is why
I hate you,
Mister Shrewd Eyes.
Paula Swanson
Contest Name Thread |
thread keeps onward,
old mate, dude,
till the fates snipping interlude,
forshortens wit...
dats it...
concludes...
by a dummy, shrewd.
Don ... thanks to Russells Siveys "Thread of Time"
Captive
Grinning coyly
She feigns timidity
Cunningly knowing fools become
Ensnared
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