Continuous sobering thought crippling me :
' Seven hundred thirty six million
women, means almost one In every three'
are vulnerable to molestation.
Most shocking Global Statistics to mention :
A nasty ruthless truth , hard to believe !
Is this progress of civilization ?
With respect and peace how can women live ?
Sexual , also physical violence
by intimate partner or non partner :
Thirty percent women experience.
Sexual harrasment to count later.
Where lies remedy ! What's the solution ?
' Woman to respect and protect always.'
From very childhood, male child to learn
' That's prime duty of man ' ! I must say..
To honour a woman at every step
should be a perfect Man's priority.
Sure, this moral concept will prevent rape
building a happy healthy society.
Categories:
sobering, how i feel,
Form: Quatrain
When I’m gliding blithely through my days,
Life, with its blunt, disconcerting ways,
interrupts my peace with sobering realities
that heighten my awareness and bring me to my knees
uttering praise for being spared or, for others, urgent pleas.
The fifteen obituaries in the paper one day last week
were all for people younger than I. Naturally, I seek
to enjoy a long life. I presume those people wanted that too!
I pray thoughts of mortality won’t leave me with a morbid view
but will motivate me to pursue goals, both old and new.
When news reports reveal the true state of the world,
it never fails: New hair-raising terrors are unfurled.
I shiver just thinking of future generations~~
grandkids, their kids, and theirs . . . and the deliberations
they must maneuver through to maintain solid foundations.
Sobering realities will continue to assault my peace of mind,
but due to a degree of late-in-life wisdom, I’m inclined
to prayerfully do what I can to fix or eliminate a situation,
then turn it over to the One in the highest station.
The Lord has power over every complication.
Categories:
sobering, god, life, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Can I ever breathe again
or do I have to drown in the worst of me?
countless loose ends swirling in my head
darkness has overshadowed the trough within
days have gone by, turning into mist
heaved my sorrows like a wind
the smile and the shine are asking for a tryst
but my skin has worn a mask so unkind
waiting to be heard, to get out there
hauling my spirits to breakthrough
marching my thoughts to untangle this web
denying myself to souvenir this rue
"it's okay to be a little lost"
keeping this memoir as a train of thought
misery is a bane at thy cost
turn the tide to release this knot.
Categories:
sobering, conflict, introspection, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
There is no roof on my house,
The water pours in when it storms,
The sun shines when its beautiful,
Still I live in my roofless house,
Always awaiting the sunny days,
The days when I lay and bask,
Always awaiting the rain to stop,
Yet the rain is cold, sobering,
And the true life is shown,
Only in my roofless house
Categories:
sobering, angst, depression, house, sad,
Form: Free verse
When we’re off to a war, we are full of elation.
But that feeling is subject to rising deflation.
Once we’ve lived through privation
and have prayed for salvation,
we are left with vexation, frustration, stagnation.
Categories:
sobering, irony, war,
Form: Limerick
Sobering Fact
After we finally found each sobering fact,
Instead of from attention trying to detract;
Garner speed;
Take the lead;
A resolution to reveal truth must enact.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
The open door must be more than
just partially open but wide open.
Malaysia found remains of some
of the dead sailors from McCain.
Understand that McCain had the
right of way.
Categories:
sobering, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
.
do
not fear
people who
spread rumours
about you; fear those
who spread the
truth
.
Categories:
sobering, wisdom,
Form: Shape
A most ordinary, a tad-bit hazy day,
Fishing from the pier, a black cat came my way.
A mere kitten she was, "was she wearing a hat?"
a man's blue top hat? a black, blue-eyed girl cat?
She sauntered on down and I could tell, this is odd.
I called out, "Here, kitty!" as I reeled in my rod.
I offered her a fish I was gonna throw back
"I don't eat fish!" she scowled, giving my catch a whack.
"Just, who you calling, Kitty?" she sneered in exhale,
"Watch this!" she attacked me, put her hat on the rail.
She took off in a huff, forgetting her prize
trotting into the sand as I blinked my eyes.
I went back to fishing but I watched that chapeau.
It changed colors three times, taking on a red glow
and floated on the ocean waves out of eye's reach
as I heard my wife calling from down the beach.
I gathered my gear, got up, somewhat less canned.
My wife claimed the red hat as it reached the land
jawing on about some ladies society,
or was she yakking about sobriety?
Categories:
sobering, adventure, husband, wife, wife,
Form: Quatrain
wEEe talKkkk mOoorE tHaN wE ExemplifYYYYYyy
wEEE ComplaiN MorE THan wE fiX and groW
YOu knowW
anD whOOOOo eveR CLLLEVER DisagreeSSss WitH thisSsS WilL doooO
SOOoO WiTh woRdS in lieU oF silencE.
(BURP) YEA YEA YEA UMMM
NoOOO woNder the treEEs arE faR morE beautifuLLLL
tHan uSSS.
rum rUM Take Siiippp thEN
TAkE a GandeRRRRR
Categories:
sobering, life,
Form: Free verse
A limp lamp post sags
beneath a groggy moon
within the blurred arc
of a yellowish neon halo.
I hiccup, I sway, I grin,
as my empty beer cans
clang and clatter drunken
down a sober alley below.
Categories:
sobering, urban
Form: Free verse
Coming out from alcoholic stupor
of last night's wild binging,
he's killing stretches of morning hours
with slow, footless piddling;
He's glad that his tummy feels fine again,
coffee clearing his head,
and he truly likes it that sunlit blinds
cast lines across his bed;
Having chosen to follow wayward ways,
life's been dead ever since,
now he's sober enough to face himself
and own up his ancient sins !
Categories:
sobering, introspection, life, seasons,
Form: Rhyme