Surname Poems

INIT

The brits most popular surname 
Is varying each year
In 50s popular was Jones
Our time it is Patel 

Nguen will soon take over Alabama 
New Jersey represents Odessa Mama
Adolf exaggerating slightly bit 
But humor this implies you learn Ivrit 

Ivrit is Hebrew transliteration 
All this the studies serves the healthying the NATION 

System and Nature balance demands 
If we attacked by ANT the servers 
SO they are tasked 
What do we task them with 

Preservation of cultures important 
Diasporas, gardens, 
INDEPENDENCE at least 
Teaches us dropping black white BIPOLAR  
And solve problem
BUMPING OUR CYBER FIST 

If you felt joyful 
Your LIMIT would be met 
The cyber is more clever 

Do and
TAKE PART in OUR INIT

I've been searching'

I've scoured t
he earth..And all heavanly realms..Searching
For someone??? Who will really be well? Righteous and
Upstanding its been an interesting stint.' I did find some
Willing..I'd say the best of the candidates.' But these were
All skint.' For their mentality you see is mostly to share!! And to get to earthly power.' Well lets not even go there.!
I never left very far as i worked all through the ones ' every
One of them btw; were Gods daughters and sons! I just re read
The Bible revelations by Jhon..Surname??? Well it was not shown'
Yet not Trump or Putin.?? He was still unworthy all the same.' Its known,
So the moral of this poem is the poor will aways be.' Taxed to annihilation while wars are waged gaining prosperity' so
The ones who would be able to give and do are prevented.!
By the system humans adhere to.' Hey does this all seem
Invented? So in summation I say to all others 'fear the Lord
Keep His commands' for there are no true others.'

Joshua Moore’s Military Teens

Dive board jumpers Korea Germany
Like wandering Jew eternally 
No surname are necessary 
Everything is transitory 
Can’t remember the names of anyone from 1st to 5th grade
I wonder what it is like to have a hometown or childhood friends 
Results negative incapable of forming meaningful long term relationships 
High suicidal rates drug use and incarceration even more messed up than our parents 
Shoulder intergenerational PTSD
Stating at Riverwalk and Alamo
Always remembering life on the road 
Lonely no family

Fruits and mind

Delicious green and red apples,
Grow in the farm by hard working people.
Carefully transported to the fruit stores,
Displayed for the shoppers to adore.
Then they were in my possession,
Planned to give them to a dear friend,
Who used to love and enjoy them,
But all of a sudden, the fruits and me, 
We, to the recipient, became aliens and enemies, 
And hence we both were rejected as his favorites, 
Somehow just because we related to the dirty system, 
by the definition from this person.
I would rather let the fruits rot and become fertilizers,
Than let him be the fruits' consumer.
Who knew how to use negative and aggressive language,
Unkind and hurtful words towards others.
He must have sold or lost his soul to the evils,
In the Lunar Calendar month of the ghosts and devils.
A spirit month was the traditional name by Asian.
It lasted 28 days, but ended my friendship forever,
After knowing him for six months, six days and six hours.
I thought he could be my friend forever.
By the Way was his private surname, 
66 was his nickname and
6 was his favorite number game.

My lost cousin

I sat on a chair completely nervous
to know where I would do my youth service.
Then came the rudest shock of my whole life,
I'd have to go up north where strifes were rife.

I didn't even try to change the posting,
I was downcast as many were boasting,
that they'd have a pleasant year of favour.
Me, it'd be a year of wasted labour.

At the camp, I hated all that I saw,
Even my strangeness was greeted with awe.
House flies may probably be their best friends,
because they surround their foods in their tens.

The harsher weather was too much for me,
Even, with dressing one can't be carefree.
Everywhere I went there, there was tension.
Trouble seemed to come by its mere mention.

I resigned to fate till one fateful day,
When my surname sake came to where I stay,
to ask if perchance we're from the same place.
And t'was a family tree we could trace.

She then introduced me to her father,
who knew my father without much bother.
So, in a strange land where all hopes were lost.
I met my lost cousin without a cost.

NUMBER ONE

As you take your last wish
Let it all out
The pain and the disappointments
As the pronounce your name
Embrace it
Be grateful it' is yours
A soldier,

I should have
Written a letter 
But you were too young to understand 
I should have
Hugged you more
But you were too inquisitive 
A grandfather,

As you take your last wish
Let it all out
The betrayals and the lies
As they pronounce your surname 
Admire it 
Be proud it is yours
A soldier.

CLERIHEW tongue twister

IT Professor Simon Rogerson
a first-name his surname began
Folks often twisted the two
thus Roger Simonson came into view

We never been there

Did you hear Denice O'hare, In Jerusalem, for a conceptual in-exile?
We never been there, if you did not need halal meat market in Gospel!
Or how the surname truncates, contracts or folds for a benign bay, daylight...delight
And they hushed me too, they do, surely, they do!
In a Dhaka University, multi-colored panel?
For an outsourcing...villanelle?

9:39 AM
8-27-2024

Excuse Me: Say What: Are You Blind: Well I Never:

I err on the side of formality in receipt of undetermined
gender-initiated contact via a surname known to me to be of two different genders, despite that, appropriates; 

To Whom It May Concern:

This means using Mr., Mrs., Ms., or other titles, followed by the individual. Pay attention to cues from the person you are addressing. If they express a preference for the better informal address, adjust accordingly. This indeed may involve using first names or other preferred titles. 

Respect cultural differences, as moniker conventions can vary significantly across countries and societies. Do your research and be mindful of local norms when addressing people from diverse backgrounds.

As long as you approach the matter of addressing others with sensitivity and respect, you’re likely to earn a praise.

The Forsaken Paradigm

Until the satire makes you happy,
Until the exhaustion seems glossy,
You need to prove it somehow,
That you are not unknown anymore now!

Until the feelings hit hard on your chest,
Until a stranger can hold your waist,
Until an unknown can call you by your surname,
Until you play something that does not look like a game;

Until you are jealous of some stranger,
Until you know that you are a pretender,
Until you kill someone with their attitude,
You and I are friends with undeniable aptitude;

Both you and I are dazzling and chilling like spring,
With eyes that gleam and minds that softly sing.
Those sweetest words gazing upon the skyline,
A promise made in silence - "Your heart is forever mine."

Both of us are now waiting to meet in the sublime,
Our fate is a mysterious, yet forsaken paradigm.
You smile more and be happy when I am around, 
Draw your kiss on my forehead until we are unbound.

Clementine through the Clouds

clementine through the clouds
a gentle shower of shine

not blinding, but binding
droplets of a restraining eye

so like a passing surname
a sign inhabits the Summer day

hour upon hour of aimless thought
of a most gracious heavenly soul

she had peace as I struggled
my mom dying from same ill

clementine through the clouds
melting like orange sherbert

my eyes taste its pleasant hue
my head in the cotton puffs, soothed

MY POETIC BIO

My name means “blessed*,” and I am by God’s wondrous delight
Midst determination, dedication, decisiveness, and discretion as traits-might
I’m the sister of Rudy, Bert and Ming, my siblings with caring height…

As a Social worker, I cherish the practice of kindness, truth and compassion
While my heart always prays for vibrant, triumphant, and jubilant reaction
To conquer fears of separation, rejection and deception…

By faith, I would like to see miracles, mercy and marvels in my ministry
Right now, I’m a resident of the Pearl of the Orient Seas in Asian territory
My surname bears “greatness” and “magnificence;” thus, to me, victory…

Daily, my special son expresses his love marked by warm embrace
While foster children greet me with their endearing cheerful ways
Meanwhile, orphanage kids encourage me sweetly in this life’s race
Since together, we are a loving family in God’s nurturing place.

*Psalms 32:2 Blessed is the man unto whom the LORD imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.

July 1, 2024
1st place, "Bio Poem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 7/11/2024

Zul-Qarnain these days as a patsy in Babylon

 Tim Horton, Tim Janis
Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless
You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days
In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone
You were a father's lump and a mother's grace
And slowly in your ladder you learned to term these as art 
Not those in Those Winter Sundays.

What did you do with that wooden frame?
Did you find the tree in ancestry?
In a writer's studio

Yes even without an autobiography
Surname, on a Harlem street, for one , Lucy Heo?

She is on learner's permit
Dreaming in off white in a bloodshed
That paid housekeeping in Ramses Two.

For a resume in pre-positioning Curator
Which rub will call prophecies of Moses through optical fiber
In Tele-communication. 

For an analog togetherness, long gone, scare-crow , coo!
to exhibit digital exit, incognito, too.

Actress

We know she's an actress
by the way she rolls her eyes
Rock N Roll widows always recall
insecure ventures down the stairways
what is your maiden surname?
the truth is always a chore
is that what we call eternal strife ?
reply to the minor bird,
cast a side eye
over the broad estate
you inherited
from your endearing sighs

dream vision

Cobweb of visions

It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair 
into a halo 
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said 
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long 
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down 
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers picked them up
Sometimes a table or a commode was lost, a risk they 
willing to take
I knew this was a dream, he was telling a joke, which was odd since he died, a long time ago 
I was walking along a soft forest road when I noticed something was not right, a strange red light emitted among the trees making the forest mysterious
I was trapped inside a painting by a mad Russian
by breaking out I destroyed wonderful art
the painter's name was Fjodor his surname, was too difficult 
to remember.
It is dawn, but I'm not so sure, reality can appear confusing so early on a Monday morning, or perhaps
a dream doesn't care about time

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