To me, she is a dream:
A faith, I pray, that never fades;
As a hymn, or symphony:
My amen, weighed in,
Tailor-made;
To love and life,
Should I let go,
Though my heart,
Regards an echo?
to
my
tailor-made
and
dearest friend
that
we
are
both bookends
always
faithful
and
inseparable
until
the
very end
Tardigrade
Consider the lowly Tardigrade
To survive any environment, it is tailor made
Commonly known as the water bear
This handsome creature can live any where
From underground to the vacuum of space
It is no threat to the human race
Unless, it mutates and does grow
Then it looks like it could be a ferocious foe
****modeled on Ogden Nash Style*****
by method of falling
into sleep I count the things I’d trade
-would I die
for sleep?-
and in multitudes they rise
like the inverse of all the mysteries
within a world’s deepest ocean,
a world even bigger than our own.
and in this multitude of things
I cannot find you because
our collective moments are tailor-made
by whatever powers that be
for lucid dreams echoes
of nothingness that overlay
the noise, frost of a winters’ night
that glistens as it strokes your skin
so beautiful it can kill you dead
and you’ll think it was worth it
bliss poised at the threshold zone
tailor made for us alone
moves within just as it likes
tease of delight that oft spikes
as of seeds virtue does reap
beyond bliss heart finds peace deep
which may be assigned no name
wherein soul becomes the flame
Tsunami
Clinging to a tree my might is numb
Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb
to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge
Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge
After the party I woke up on a tropical island
Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand
The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven
We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before
None of which were ones who washed ashore
I heard scrambling voices from below
less those who didn’t survive the deathblow
Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise,
but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly
sirening a crushing noise
Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin
Blood seeps down red rivers running thin
soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers
As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells,
instinctively the islanders help each other through
the fallen landscapes
As the beached turtles struggle in their shells,
who once glided effortlessly in the sea
I know what I must do
Keep with the spirit of aloha
and stay until the sky becomes blue
Then set the turtles free
utterly captivating
was our magical night.
as dawn lay down to sleep,
we remained awake to stargaze.
utterly romantic,
honey-sweet moments we did share.
a rendezvous tailor-made for royals;
t'was unforgettable.
utterly unforgettable!
we held midnight
in the palm of our hands;
lost in a world of our own.
utterly amorous
was the spark of love exploding
beneath the pale moonlight
each time our lips met.
utterly carefree
were our passionate hearts,
floating about with abandon
like butterflies in Spring meadow.
utterly scintillating;
pocketful of stars in our sky;
we watched them supine, smiling
in unison with the crescent moon.
utterly amazing!
watchful birds were tweeting
our favorite song
as we danced, and danced.
utterly free
were our spirits;
as if for the last time
we held each other, never letting go.
The curvy road led me to the curvaceous girl.
Sitting on a bench I found her stitching thread by thread a garment. Its crystal clear I had landed myself a tailor-made chick.
Her hips poured and filled the bench. I bet she was from space because her figure was out of this planet.
Ain’t it amazing the way life flows
Up, down, horizontal, to and fro
The calm, with the rough, heaven and hell
Mostly average, but who can tell
Dreams of happiness, that go astray
Fleeting moments of bliss, perfect days
Desperation, sadness, broken hearts
Wishing that today, never did start
I often wonder what life’s about
Fears, the unknown, our moment of doubt
Creation, purpose, to whom it serves
Born to die, or put here to observe
Lost in a cosmos, mostly dark space
Part of a freak species, human race
Curious beings, drawn towards light
Basic monsters, a damn ugly sight
Misanthrope’s xenophobe’s, good and bad
Altruistic, thoughtful, creepy, mad
Destructive, creative, all at once
Gifted, evil, stupid as a dunce
Pretentious, precocious, teachers pet
Wasteful, niggardly, the private jet
Killing fields, to our gardens of zen
Everybody welcome, just not them
Yes it’s amazing the human spirit
Man’s tailor made, to deliver it
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Prompt #8 Existential
01/05/23
High end devotee, you seem to like passion;
I have been known to raise a bar or two
with my contagious enthusiasm;
Chasing custom fit and high revenue,
the sign in the window read 'Love For Sale';
Some things you can't attach a price tag to;
Addicted to the phrase 'fair retail'
selling me on tailor made was easy,
perfection lies in all those soft details;
A long time ago I gave myself to you for free,
there is no bigger fan of your brand then me.
I
small father, The Arch is missed even by Dalai Lama, Buddhists
this writer loves Israel, but Tutu cried for Palestine, fellow-activists
my truth: the Arch gave me permission to be an African, a Christian
when I was all Indian-South-African by birth, a Hindu nationalist
II
he began as a teacher (matriculated from Johannesburg Bantu High School)
quickly - as I would do so in a way - he saw Ministry as The Tool
for Activist Church; Britain lifted him along, we recall TREVOR HUDDLESTON
III
From the WCC: World Council of Churches, he was tailor made for SACC
The almost South African Council of Churches (for all but Catholic & Dutch;
Official churches, but "Dutch" and "Catholic" CHRISTians fought with Arch)
IV
Today, just after CHRISTMAS 2021, Desmond has seen the face of Jesus
When I was Hindu, he allowed me to think again of our Savior-Activist
The One who sided with widows, orphans, aliens, sinners against His "Church"
Life is a journey on the edge of a razor blade;
Don’t ever think that it’s always tailor-made.
The famous in the world are all self-made;
Like them you too can overcome all obstacles.
Do keep an eye on your career’s pinnacles;
Awaiting you there a plethora of miracles.
Bite Size Poem no.10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date: 03-07-2021.
Microscopic shifts within
almost imperceptible
like the sun slowly setting
each moment beautiful
As a silent in-form receptor
we behold all happenings
silent stillness continuum
witnessing the blossoming
Divine energy moves softly
paving its own pathway
in a lingering loving tease
whilst we in ecstasy sway
Thus all the doing we do
is to get out of our own way
allowing the divine sublime
to engage with us in play
Each spiritual path unique
tailor made for us alone
the divine revealing truth
when our ego has flown
28-September-2020
Insatiable - Quest For Perfection historically
From The Republic of Plato's Socrates
Offspring with high intelligence, comradery
Athletic, science minded, co operative
Tailor made 8 cell diagnosis selects finest
Anxious embryo developer keen to accelerate
Pleasurable reflection held in liquid nitrogen
White gold filled syringe holder operates
Selective patronage of top notch chromosones
Sought out the prestige of Nobel Bank of Sperm
Files boasted outstanding bio father credentials
Mothers maintain reputation of ability to discern
Nobel's demise came in failure to maintain stock
Eugenics launched acceptance of IVF technology
Petered genius imput, deposits from general flock
Duped recipients faithfully awaited tiny prodigies
Varied outcomes, 215 proclaimed, now adults
Demonstrate unclear connection between elite
Genes giving invincible humans as sure result
Driven by nurture to thrive, rationale incomplete
9th September 2020
Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor
Clutching At Straws
So Alluring,
Bright and green,
Wavy dark and red petals,
So Triumphant
Oh How lovely!
Eyes closed,deeply inhaling
Hoping for that scent...
Oh no! It's the art of man
A tailor made Rose.
It can't delight my heart
©Carlos Bett
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