I write most and best,
with wind blowing
in me,
wine in the glass, but
no toxic and no
expectations...
Simple and complex,
so comes walks up
writing...
Without honors and flatteries,
chasing a target
distant...
My poor poetry
it is without fuss and without
subterfuges... climb up
slopes and ramps, and
sometimes it thrills the blind
and deaf...
Poetry that hits hard
cheers me up and warms me up when
I feel half dead...
So hot it is, until the
the cold warms.... and if
no audience appears
it is not scared and there is no
cease...
While writing,
cars on the street honk,
mosquitoes suck
my blood and phrases... and
in the silence of the room
hundreds of ghosts
applaud...
Categories:
subterfuges, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
I write most in advantage
with wind blowing
in me,
wine in the glass, but
no toxic and no
expectations...
Simple and complex,
so comes my
writing...
Without honors and flattery,
chasing a distant target
at random...
My poor poetry,
it's no frills and no
subterfuges... up
slopes and ramps, and
somehow it thrills the blind
and deaf...
Poetry that hits strongly
cheers me up and warms me up when
I feel half dead...
so hot it is, that
the cold cannot handle it.... what if
no audience appears,
it is not surprised and does not
cease...
While writing,
the cars on the street beep,
mosquitoes suck
my blood and verses... and
in the silence of the room
hundreds of ghosts
applaud...
Categories:
subterfuges, adventure, allegory, allusion, extended
Form: Prose Poetry
Chase dreams maintaining
The reality present
Avoiding subterfuges
That compromise your
Integrity or values
Walking with your head held high
Nayda Ivette
11-8-2015
Categories:
subterfuges, feelings, integrity,
Form: Choka
To be or not to be,…
To be in love with china country,…
To be in love with your china peoples..
To be in love with your commie party (china),..
Halt and hesitate just for peoples’ human right and democracies.
What is your GOVERN-Ship?
What is your kingship?
Where is your kingdom?
Limbo ways or brimstone hells that cook your fleshes are me-me-me them.
All is our subterfuges.
What is wangles just for reality?
What are we divine with?
What are gods to shine our life?
China DEMI-GODS as XI JINPING teams the pure as purest one that all belong to china commie come to all.
Yes they come as we will come.
Camber pots or china ditches have garden wastes.
Who is subordinate?
We have only one absolute.
Why and what will buy as we are all so short that so short to sell to them.
Faust had life of tragic life because he sold his soul and life to Satan.
To be or not to be should be consequence also should be duties.
So if all your life is complete fair then to be or not to be is all so go0od.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------------.
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Categories:
subterfuges, dark, life, life, love,
Form: ABC
On my street there are many MacMansions
Full of stuff but not many grandsons
No pets with dirty feet
Just black balance sheets
And morality they have abandoned.
These nouveau riche Ole moneyed Scrooges
Have dinner talk of subterfuges
The poor they abhor
Not a tear on that score
No mangers please, they’ll take cruises.
No room in the Inn “Oh my what a sin”
Said the bankers foreclosing within
No bed for the King?
The streets just the thing
Perhaps the liberals will let Him in?
Categories:
subterfuges, holiday, introspection
Form: Limerick