Did you see, did you see
Grampa said excitedly
The system works, it really works
Thank God, they’re not (yet) all jerks
Aw, Gramps, open your eyes, didn’t you see
All those folks forgoing salaries
Airline flights canceled left and right
Millions with nothing to eat at night
Yes, sonny boy, I saw, I saw
And the deal was a bit raw
But the system worked, it really worked!
Sorry, Gramps
You’ve gone blind ~ you old jerk!
Suitable
I’m wearing a blue T-shirt today
maybe red tomorrow.
The sun looks through the window
and a touch of warmth is good.
A touch of rain last night
just enough to sustain.
The housecat wants attention
and I hope five minutes will do.
I hope that a moment of tranquility
will do for me, as well.
The refrigerator downstair hums
and I look for a song to fit my mood
while a litany of lines run through my head.
I have just enough food for the next two days
and when I run out I can get more.
Friday a bartender said she loves me—
we’ve been such good friends.
One embrace seeks more
on another night.
I put on my shoes and jacket
just enough to cover me.
The morning lies still
as I open the door to the world.
Scenes of a river and trees
Fill the hour as I drive.
Looking out the car window
I'm living out my dreams.
Only to be fit
You will cherish together
You'll live forever.
Suitable has nothing to do with success and failure.
But knowing that's not suitable, you will surely fail.
Suitable is not unilateral decision. Nor can communication be established. Natural fit, comfortable, communication is easy. You can spend long speeches, but comfortable afternoon with right person. It takes a lot of effort to sneak from the wrong person to a right love.
Glittering like the morning dew,
I am giving credit where it's due!
Watching you from toe to head,
Gives me effort to forge ahead,
With you my future is lit,
You just a wonderful elite,
I want to deal with my fiasco,
So that I no longer feel de facto,
Your name fits the skyline,
Extreme right of the number line,
I'm planning on a good venue,
Where I'll show your real value,
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
Whom I had decided to pick
For the office was Dick,
Until I learnt that he’d been sick,
Unable to even his lips lick
And on drugs to not seem a stick…
And I had to settle for Nick.
Now sure that it was no trick
Like wonderful jobs, in reality ‘slick’,
Yet aware that Approved Nick
Had been too many lamps their wick:
To impervious rivals, pin prick…
And no push-over for a skin thick;
The same thing as one breaking a brick!
So, for Dick – replacing Nick
A very long ‘Good’ I tick.
In the form of a vast sea, we are ushered to the meaning.
Ships remain a creative possibility for long-distance way.
We provide the affordable option of sailing or swimming.
Going out with a group of loyal friends is a careless try.
To relish oneself in the successful company of something.
Without direct conversation, an alliance never survives.
To seize control of your eternal destiny, you need to strive.
There's a firm deadline approaching, so grasp this going.
Happy birthday, dear Genalyn,
The jam is safe and suitable;
A jelly made with gelatin
Is delicious and edible.
Topic: Birthday of Genalyn Delos Santos (March 16)
Dozens of keys hung on a plentiful board
Vehicles belong to each one
Dangle of available engines ready to drive
Givers distribute accordingly
Matching mood to motor, transport taken
Varies dependant on your need
Givers freely unlock the car of best benefit
Travel happens without hazard
Journey allowed to boast assets conducive
Scenery flies by spectacularly
Road paved smooth by empathy's intersect
Softened by giver's closeness
24th September 2020
'Givers' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Re entered for Chantelle Anne Cooke's
September NA Contest
The insanity of humanity brings forth days of penal retribution,
in reality, the fatality of good deeds deserves a substitution.
All the brutality and profanity provokes nothing but destitution,
while the vitality and good mentality is lost in distribution.
Proper formality and morality should be the greatest contribution,
but the severe volcanity and silly inanity creates an unfit institution.
Sometimes plain mundanity and refined urbanity are a suitable attribution.
Internal rhyme and monorhyme
These 14 words are used in this poem
1. Insanity 2. Humanity 3. Profanity 4. Inanity 5. Mundanity
6. Urbanity 7. Fatality 8. Reality 9. Brutality 10. Formality
11. Mentality 12. Morality 13. Vitality 14. Volcanity
Word Challenge
Silent One
January 22, 2017
The music soft,the candles flickering the light of the room.
Your skin I feel the softness of the apperance it betrays
My fingers you feel at play through your curves.
Your valley I run deep with excitement of my tongue.
The taste of your pleasures I endure every juice.
The touch of my lips you feel its tug of your tingles.
Your emotion running wild as I explore you futher.
Finding my way through your peaks and around the tips I flow.
The sensation of your passion I explode of love for the soul.
As I caress you gently and love you even more.
You find me near your neck whispering sweet love of the soul.
The spots I touch you've never known.
But the love we make together be like hot steam in the room.
But the pleasures we both would indure.
Just from me being the man making love to you.
And everything you are that would make us so perfect in bed.
The very word "anthology" means
"flower-gathering", or "I gather flowers"
rooted in ancient Greek, to describe
the act of collecting
Perhaps on some rocky Athenian hillside,
a maiden and too perhaps,
a young strapping man
walk tentatively,
amidst the rocky slides
of life and lust,
to gaze at the beauty
of shining black hair, flowing robe
over curved bosom, and beautiful feet,
too sinewy biceps, strong torso
and voice, behind alluring smile
They regard each other,
as desirous lovers always do,
with wanton coyness
and amorous trepidation
pausing, from time-to-time
perhaps to bend and pick some
wild flower that bloomed on
antiquities hillside
He would hand it to her
and she would, take it in
for a few moments, then
warmly look at him and
carefully find the perfect
place in her expanding
bouquet of colorful hope
that she held for him and her,
while perhaps,
the sun slowed it's
interminable baking
of the earth, and grapes
and wood smoke
added ambiance to
the possibilities
of an evening together
collecting a life
one bite, a touch,
a gaze, a scent,
a whispered adoration -
one feeling at a time
© Goode Guy 2012-04-26
engines fall in blind motifs
swirling vortexes of compliance
we vote for our souls
but our souls are black
attack the fabrics of reality
those which hold us back
place your hand in mine
and we'll ascend to the depths
mutter soft incantations
but mutter them silently
we only have each other
hopefully that will suffice
strands of light. stranded light. strange, short, awkward breaths take over my lungs. shaking
like a leaf; two feet...away from what I'm ready to leave. this is not me. a timeline thrown off
course. a map with a series of paths followed; a series of paths ignored. Cycles on their way
to being broken. Habits on the verge of disappearance. Out of sight; out of mind.
Letters written too late. A perfect escape. The final breath it took to catch everything I've
chased. The loudest scream that nobody heard. the ignorance it takes to make the choices
you've made. the foolishness embraced on account of second chances. on account of
believing in something bigger than the mistakes. Bigger than your pride. (nothing is).
I hope your regret swallows you whole.
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