fiddling with a magnanimous tootling - no tutelage needed
anonymity of the artful dodger - blaming innocent bystander
widespread whisper and stare, waving away any hospitality
scent swept under the rug - stinker with a wink and a toodle loo
Categories:
tutelage, humor,
Form: Light Verse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DitEAtjrWg
WE ARE GOING ON A JOURNEY FOR TWO
FAR AWAY FROM THE LAND
FLYING TO THE STARS WHERE THE MOON
RESIDES
WE ARE GOING TO HEAR VIOLINS PLAYING
IN THE CAVES OF ALBERNON
SOAR WITH THE EAGLES IN THE SKY
AND FLY WITH BUTTERFLIES
WE ARE GOING TO LIVE FREELY AS TWO
LIKE TWO TURTLE DOVES IN THE HEAVENS
UNDER THE TUTELAGE OF JUST ONE GOD...
Categories:
tutelage, best friend,
Form: Free verse
Two groups but one stays a minor to be managed
Under another and rough is the written page
Training close to a better is a good adage
Education in any form is beyond age
Learning under supervision and void of rage
Authority over another for the wage
Governments, firms and businesses are mostly the stage
Expression of self but restricted by some cage
Categories:
tutelage, adventure, art, body, books,
Form: Acrostic
Tutelage of Trump and Pompous Prince Pince
Trump invariably
Tries to do things terribly
Lives in Larabee.
Is bunch of nonsense
No cognitive resonance
And same with Prince Pence
We can hardly wait
To see Trump start resonate
Period is late.
Was not worth a dime
Went through period of time
With much grit and grime.
When most we were tense
He never made any sense
Or meet each suspense.
Away went anchor
Did drank another tanker
Beat up Trump's banker.
Wonder which position he
or she is secretary of anyway.
Trump ran over Secretariat
and poor thing, we had to
bury it but must admit his
hatchet he still refuses to bury.
Jim Horn
Categories:
tutelage, humorous, political,
Form: Haiku
Sorry,if I looked ungrateful
And my attitude makes friendship stinks like rotten eggs;
Sorry if I am afar from our poetic accord,
It is not just me, it is my tutelage.
All a while I am a pupil
In another Land and different tongue
The Land I must know,the tongue I must speak;
I am a man-baby learning to walk
Pardon my fall when my feet slip.
Upon my shoulders lies now a new task
That promises to give me wings and takes me beyond the sky
Yet my elevator speaks in tongue and gives me rules:
Brace up or bolt out; the choice is yours.
So when I fail to pat your back for your crowing quil
Or congratulate you on the medal we jointly treasure
Worse still, acknowledge not your warming greetings
Remember this and pardon my fall when my feet slip:
It is not just me,it is my tutelage.
Categories:
tutelage, forgiveness, friendship,
Form: Verse
When thou carries the world, the totality of all sorrows
And when you bemoan thy fall that makes you hide thy face within the native hurt- a shadow of death .
Taste ! Feel and See! Shout it out in a loud voice
The door of thy comforter opens for victory
To feeding your hungry soul and freedom to those that are car caned in chain of thick darkness
Here comes the spirit: of truth, of light and of hope
Walk in the spirit and thou shall acquire its fruits
A fruitless tree shall be brought down while a fruitful one to the vine
Hanging on its branches, the fruit shall tells
If thy branch be good or bad
The spirit comes to His own
By the way of the sea, the home of gentiles
Telling us some things we need to do.
He brought us LOVE from the springing sod. JOY and KINDNESS unto the gentle soul GIFTS
And He utters “PEACE UPON THE EARTH”
Categories:
tutelage, faith,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme