Upfront Poems

Brevity

though long loftier are visited much 
like space empty needed seeing some stars
your wisdom scales twice thrice at least as such
brings peace ends bloody loud proud wicked wars

less more deeply thought seals the sentence fought
upfront counting costs gains what matters most
asides any passions which wrath has wrought
humbly speaking what all others would boast
 
exceptions abound all you only one
heart once longing can no longer endure
when love finds disappears passion's deep fun
or holding true forever fixed and sure

falls victim arbitrary disease death
builds wall thick long tall none can ever climb
memory pain lingers each ev'ry breath
capacity drops words cease out of time

quiets all long-winded pseudo gravity
calms hears soothes sighs sees always brevity

The Missing Peace

The dinosaurs had died 
And pterodactyls too
The explanations why
Are many, more than two
Most scientists agree
It was a climate change 
Some say they died from heat
Some point to the ice age
Respecting what they say
I see a different reason
That puts a less acclaim
To the extremes of seasons
When they began to think
They didn’t know it was
A sign they’ll be extinct 
I guess that was the cause
And so they stopped to kill
Their instincts start to fade
They had no other will
But just to lie in shades 
The tiredness prevailed 
The dinos came to peace
They couldn’t see they failed
It was a link they missed
Then human species came
The extinct reptiles dna
Was there within them, for the same
Pernicious killing game
They fight for peace that means the war
They kill for being killed
The dinos gene knows well the score
But it can’t be revealed
They can postpone the end, although
They feel the end is near
I see these little signs you know
Upfront and from the rear.

Leading Man

Who needs to be a rider
racing 'round a track
way back in the crowd
I'm going to lead the pack
who needs to be a loser
spinning on their wheels
or yield pole position
I'm going to lead the field
and wear the yellow jersey
the one who wins your heart
no longer in a supporting role
I'll have the starring part
and if you'll be my leading lady
and I'm your leading man
I'll always be upfront
always in the van

Transform My Grumbling Heart

I sing of having gratitude, 
But then, what is my attitude? 
I murmur and complain
For not receiving rain;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!

I write of having thankfulness, 
But then, I drown in anxiousness, 
I lament, whine and mourn
And make my life forlorn;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!

I pen of having gratefulness, 
But then, am filled with hatefulness, 
I whimper, moan and groan
'bout problems still unknown;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!

I teach of having thanksgiving, 
But then, how am I still living? 
I mutter, cry and grunt
When troubles come upfront;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!

Comfort in the Afterglow

Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds,
But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow.
In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song.
Humming the back-story concoction of memories
Translucent and phosphorescent.
Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance,
A wake, lingering long, along into the night
On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer.

Fate strikes upfront or with backender

The serpent rears up
with fangs bared, 
upfront and center.
The scorpion's sting
is poised to strike
with a coiled, curled, 
cowering, concealed, 
backender sting in its tail.
A life flips on a coin toss:
heads for a destiny,
tails for a lingering uncertainty,
when fate strikes upfront,
or with a backender.

Bad Luck of the Irish

Mr. O'Toole in trauma sat in front
Seeking mercy from tax assessor stunt.
His Irish luck grace
Full Blown-in his face.
With distaste pay money in full upfront.

3/26/2025

Masterpiece of pain

Masterpiece of pain 

Each night is a masterpiece of pain 
that lingers in her broken heart 
trying to find what was 
and what is now

she sips memories and lives 
the curse of love in her cozy 
domicile where in the midst
 of broken stars she lost it ....

—a constellation of pains
that still stands upfront 
monumentally, gazing at its beauty 
the day that only matters 
is a memorial event that swallowed 
the one she had.

Now sitting in a canvas of thoughts 
journeying to the unreached cores 
of what was—
a thing that flickered like a storm
in the autumn winds 
now is pain that whispers its lines
to her ears for the love 
that was stolen by time 
leaving only memories 

painful —deep scars
broken —unhealed wounds 
dimmed, weary eyes 
 and hope // soons

She gets lost every blink of an eye
in the mysteries of unreached paces 
of love / what was.

©® MZEE MACH 
26th Dec, 2024

Lilith Of The Bible

Written By:  D. Collins 12/25/24


Adam's equivalent came a long time before Eve.
Born not from a rib, but from dirt and seed.
God gave her the right to be the first one.
To expose her religion and what it's done.


They wrote her out of the Bible way, back when.
Filling in the truth, dominated by men.
She reminds me of Granny, upfront and outright.
Where nothing's going down without a serious fight.


Through Popes and Pimps, Lilith no longer exists.
But she's the kind of woman I'd teach my kids.
She wouldn't bow down to any threat from man.
Read the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament.

Boastful bosses 2

Initiative, nor ambition upfront,
Hire him, he’ll be good as my assistant,
I just want a workhorse,
Not one for the racecourse,
A pony’s oft good if not adamant.
____________________________
A boss said to his HR head
Limerick |16.07.2024| humour

Voice Lessons

At forty, I hired a vocal coach.

My husband had taken up
a new friend—he swore it was platonic,
her name unimportant.

Upfront, she warned me
her rate for adults
was higher than for children—
a grown-up's capacity for change
isn't great, throat muscles
less pliable, even though
they usually want it more.

This isn't a story
of overcoming
diaphragmatic disadvantages
of mature voices in training,
just its cost.

I had one lesson wherein
she informed me
the price of admission
for her attention to my voice—
to get near the neighborhood
of up to par—
was double the original estimate.

It came with a guarantee
of no promises.
She wasn't a magician, she said.
To make me passable
at karaoke bars
would be an extra ten a session.

It was cheap, actually, easy
quitting those lessons—
quitting my husband.

I never wanted to be a pop star,
only to feel a knowing in my bones
that someone could still hear me.

I'm being led

#Im_being_led
Invisible chains on my body, shackling my abilities.They said "we are molding you, crafting you, to our own like".They "said I wasn't refined enough".

They straining and enforcsing their culture into my system, was them directing my paths, mind and physic. I'm led into the great unknown to me, blindfolded, fear crippling my fragility, ravished out of my comfort zone, being refined to enforce their ethics and noms, to salvage my life  and those unknown to me.

This dark world of wickedness and evil, hissing my name, waiting in the pitch black darkness, busy loading and sharpening their sharp weapons. 

My spirit uprightened, accompanied by spiritual warriors, pushing me upfront: "we are behind you", they said. Fear "nothing for we are fearless ourselves", dragging with weariness, my tinny body. Sensation of courage overwhelming my spirit, forth I pierce, through dark thick and thin,

I'm escorted, by those whose greatness surpasses space and time.
#Poetic_Ink

But Reflection Is

Never in secluded pools they dwell,
I speak of ornate  waterfalls,
they rise and fall majestically,
near docks, wharves and piers,
sparkle, gleam, smooth flow trickle,
eye balm whirl fantastic perk on tap,
stickybeak on podium rapids,
instigator signage when our trek seems dull,
but reflection is a gem warp cataract,
kinetic rebound  ocean wave backbeat,
which in fact an upfront blissful target,
hardly ever missing opal bulls-eye,
environmental bubbles that somehow never burst,
indulge outlandish fare Promethean,
spurt  on vermillion lanyards pendant sweep,
dream paint sunrise clementine tincture,
daub acrylic spree through pale moon orb,
squeeze tube lambent hue past frail mandala,
eternal sepia a light touch pristine shroud,
that loiters over urban life force ripple,
flaunt your image rich abundant fire

Recalling a Century of Medical Care

Our lives were so much simpler
    a century ago
  If you got sick, you went to the doc
    else he came to you
  So long as you paid him, he'd see the job through

  Fees were upfront
    None of ~ 'It depends' 
  Either he'd bring down your fever
    or you'd die in the end

Buildings and Mind

Buildings and Mind

Houses, mansions and big castles
Statues, monuments, and holy temples
All are built with cement and sand 
Mixed and erupted on solid land
Once if shattered, could  be rebuilt
without changing the original requisite

Thoughts and memories of many kind
Made along with time,  in  human mind
Kindness, affection,love and trust
Will blend with heart and soul upfront 
Unlike the, lifeless man made buildings
Human bonds are delicate  seedlings
That’s why if and when impaired
Difficult to mend and be  repaired Thank

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