I am an American actor and most say I have charm.
I’ve never been in horror movies that bring people harm.
I’ve played lots of parts and fans call me versatile.
I have been told that my ability to act makes directors smile.
I create my parts and make the characters as real as I can.
Oh, I nearly forget to tell you that I am an American man.
Between 1980 and 1982 I was in a sit-com wearing a dress.
Called Bosom Buddies, but probably won’t help you guess.
I am not a good looking guy like Swayze, Depp or DiCaprio
The name “Ryan” has come up as a movie I was in, and also,
As one of the lovely ladies I have acted with, I am 6 feet tall.
My wife kept her last name Wilson, it’s the name of a ball.
Playing a pilot and a war hero, prison warder and professor,
I am starting to hope that this sponsor is a good guesser.
I was offended for all women by a guy named Trump .
My most famous role was a guy with initials F. G.
Categories:
warder, chocolate,
Form: Rhyme
Liquor license for my rubbing alcohol
Fumes and vapors have me squinting like a mole
Open my window, let the wind blow through
A bunch of spiders came and crawled right to me
Shouting and stomping like a maniac
I squashed them all, covered in goo
of black
Looked through myself, right at the mirror
Who should really be the fearer?
Do good people kill spiders?
Mop up the viscera left on the floor
Some rubbing alcohol make the stink no more
I left it there for over a week
The time has come to be a clean freak
Lock the door, sit on the floor, and breathe in
Sterilize my mind and sanitize my skin
Guilt is a feeling, shames a disorder
But chemicals, they are my warder
Do bad people realize it?
Categories:
warder, confusion, death, evil, fear,
Form: Rhyme
You can't from the well-guarded escape.
It should be a wonder mouths to gape,
Each warder to think self big Ape;
Maximum security Rape!
You dare not from the prison escape;
All days, after recapture, Grape,
Warders familiar with the landscape;
The things you say, your plans, your cough tape...
Gosh! I can see them all your hairs scrape,
In prickly clothes your flogged body drape
And sweat cause to break out on your nape
You don't when surrendered escape
Categories:
warder, death, people, prison, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Seathed Conflicts
Devastatingly ignited fire of riot for a decade,
A bundle of clean rags of thoughts catches,
Through a baptism by flames of accidental occurrence ,
In a certain place causing damage and stress,
A strong wind fans the my inner strength,
Seedlings of my new themes on empty landscape,
Self-exposure of the war camarilla of my vision,
Outbreak sliders effectively against right-handers,
Of my hidden chestnut tree of foresight,
Adrift of the peacemaking weaver takes deep insight,
Unvoiced desires and pitiful vulnerability,
Push up the bliss of revealed emotions on costs,
Of my scope of my measure of domained land,
To restore the life of broken stabilized feeling,
Escape by recrossing of hovering of thoughts,
Away from the tides of time destiny,
Great pillars of my determined decision,
Prison the warder of white rose flames,
A war broken host may drive them before,
An ardent mind pathetically shelves himself,
When phantoms of battle burst in mist.
Sajid Hussain Pakistan ©
Categories:
warder, war,
Form: Free verse
Beware of certain Control over man and beast
Leaders are working to create a world order
through drugs and propaganda not yet released
Most world leaders have a psychopathic disorder,
Propaganda to create fear, beer causes cancer
Drugs administered to our safe drinking water
Rule by fear, make us feel unsafe is their answer
Most world leader have a psychopathic disorder,
Birth control unknowing and without our consent
Supply fictitious news the worlds getting warmer,
make us work for a pittance to make us feel decent
Most world leaders have a psychopathic disorder,
For Earth to survive this must happen they believe,
Control of the masses, create impenetrable borders
to lie, to persecute, knowingly deliberately deceive,
Most world leaders have a psychopathic disorder.
Perhaps We have no control of our own destiny
to obey these aliens in human form, to our warder
relent and agree to change with biochemistry
Most world leaders have a psychopathic disorder.
07/07/2017
Categories:
warder, corruption, international, symbolism, ,
Form: Rhyme
In a confined space, you are dwelling in your mind
The memories that trap you as a wood mousetrap
Turning back as a ghost that haunts an empty house
Staring to the roof searching for the answers to the
Questions that sometimes do not have a right response
Prisoning yourself in a cell until the warder open the lock
2-25-2016
Categories:
warder, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I've made a decision, a drastic solution
So I don’t have to make a New Year’s resolution
This year I’ve decided to become a nun…
My ‘habit’ will shield my head from the sun
I will resolve to join a silent order
Mother Superior will act as my warder
I’ll give up chocolate and drinking and smoking
Hey poetry souper’s, you know I’m just joking!
For many years I have not celebrated New Year
So whilst others party and whoop and they cheer
I’ll wear my flannel gown and go early to bed
There I’ll write poems until sleep fills my head
Good luck if you give up drinking or start a diet
On New Year’s resolutions I resolve to stay quiet!
Happy New Year to everyone at poetry soup
Enjoy your holiday and in 2018 we’ll regroup
Update for New Year Contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
12~22~15
Categories:
warder, celebration, humorous, new year,
Form: Rhyme
Here I sit alone; confined to my prison cell
Locked away from the world it is a living hell
I know I should be punished for taking someone's life
I should have forgiven the man who stole my wife
Now I have time to sit and ponder my crime
Total isolation, my life devoid of sunshine
Wish I could turn the clock back to that fateful day
The events of that night are on constant action replay
Now I’m just a pathetic soul
Life is on hold I am no longer whole
Devoid of human contact, only the prison warder
Not allowed visitors even my beloved daughter
No one is here to see the silent tears I cry
Day after day confined, my life is slipping by
Tormented by realisation of my wasted life
Oh to turn the clock back and forgive my cheating wife
08~07~14
Written for Solitude Contest Sponsored By Scott Thirtyseven
~Awarded 15th place~
Categories:
warder, murder, prison, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme
It’s dusk in Texas in May
Keeping the June Bugs at bay
Citronella works in a way
Creepy-crawlies more dense in the day
Reading Kafka but only halfway
Focus not with it today
As the candle attracts other array
Wish they’d get out of the way
Reflecting on what I have done
"Metamorphosis" not accession
Possibly carved out more than a pun
For others to enjoy modest fun
Glad not to have invented the gun
Or to have met Attila the Hun
Had my short day in the sun
Did nothing to force me to run
Still have more than a quarter
And weary of being a boarder
Must get out from the eye of my warder
Honestly don’t wish to court her
My first stint here close to the border
And my stay getting shorter and shorter
Too many creatures for sorter
There I will find a "Castle" of High Order
Categories:
warder, adventure, allegory, introspection, people,
Form: Rhyme
Scouts probe territory for nest site
Scour cracks, crevices that invite
Search cavity for any structural blight
Recon area for creatures that fright
Examination complete, return to hive
Inform workers about potential, new dive
Caucusing, new consensus to derive
Coalescing, to other bees send vive
Scouts guide colony to new location
Formulating comb workers new vocation
From honey extract new colation
Emanating, waxy cells new station
In upper cells honey will pour
Underneath, pollen laid in store
Below, worker, drone broods bore
At base Queen pods do gore
Queen lays eggs in every assigned spore
Hatchling larvae from nest now implore
Nursing becomes workers new chore
Feeding every beckoning pore
Workers seal chambers with waxy mortar
Larvae evolves into pupae in short order
Days later, fledglings chew through pasty border
Forthwith, become queen's new warder
After tending queen, receive new commission
Guards protect domicile from every imposition
Drones mate with the queen at every petition
Foragers busy themselves with pollen acquisition
Categories:
warder, education
Form: Rhyme
The Warder
The old man spine was bent his head was hanging at an awkward angle he
searched the ground while he was walking for what he could not have stopped
and picked anything up. The cane was fancy one with a hook for a handle his hat
was piled up high to keep the sun and wind away his coat so thick to keep the
rain away he did not just walk he warded the elements away the warder walked
in boots of rubber so oversize but on this man they did not seem clownish or
childish they fit him to his size a large and gentle man his bedroll hung on a
strap beside him hanging down swinging while he walked the most important
part of all his gear for winter come. The thing eye noticed most was this survivor
walked in hope and quiet solitude not moping or depressed he gave me hope
this warder perhaps he even knoes who GOD is?
The Warder
Categories:
warder, people, sad, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
You will answer
To my orders,
You will abide
I am your warder.
Do as I say
And never oppose
Lest we turn
From lovers to foes
I won't bend
As you will see
I'll have you
Bowing down to me.
Categories:
warder, angst, death, life,
Form: I do not know?
You will answer
To my orders,
You will abide
I am your warder.
Do as I say
And never oppose
Lest we turn
From lovers to foes
I won't bend
As you will see
I will have you
Bowing down to me.
Categories:
warder, angst, death, devotion, life,
Form: Bio