A celebration was held by the Angels,
Heavenward late yesterday night.
And hide from the moon spirit labels,
Eyes staring in the twilight as first light.
They needed to escape animosity,
And stay away from bitter anger.
They took a dim moon with velocity,
I held my fun back with a sharp clangor.
The moon and heavenly body in the rearview,
They inspire a mad dash for the host star.
I am in the spirit realm of my bare gyps too,
Join the sun club and cross where you are.
Watch out for brimful smiles and sharp gazes,
How to hypnotize where sun is in a saffron blaze.
Straight hair and a toned body were striking,
It erodes and dulls, you can't view a liking.
A wicked beast hunts humans for their flesh,
She will do it again and the tale will start afresh.
Nobody was aware of her murderous tally,
Hundreds may have fallen into an alley.
And, as you slept quietly in that stance,
She sneaks into the kitchen, sing, and dance.
A steak knife was used to cut the meat,
She will slice your neck and kill you with conceit.
Written: October 15, 2022
Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
with conceit, adventure, analogy, bereavement, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Show sincerity in the job you do,
Know how to do the job properly,
Slow, but steady must happen,
Grow by using sheer hard-work
Learn the trade by using care,
Earn every Rupee justifiably,
Turn every stone to achieve,
Burn like the Sun while working
Feel honored by the job,
Kneel before doing duty,
Deal in the wisest way,
Steel-like will be had
Sweat out to succeed,
Get a passion to work,
Outlet is a tough job,
Fret and fume never
Policy of sincerity mst be used,
Courtesy to all must be shown,
Mercy to inferiors is a must,
Lazy attitude must be shunned
Rash decisions are dangerous,
Stash them into the dustbin,
Flash optimism at every stage,
Dash to do duty with mirth
Overlook not any point,
Look at things positively,
Book confidence always,
Outlook must be ever fair
Sincerity is a sure winner,
Nobility is a Divine trait,
Humility is truly Angelic,
Duty is a sacred venture
Promotion is a by-product,
Emotion must be clear,
Devotion to duty is great,
Dedication is valuable
Whatever job you may choose,
Deliver the best always please,
Never give room for dejection,
Sever relation with conceit!
Categories:
with conceit, jobs,
Form: Rhyme
MEASURES OF DEGREE
confidence pervades
intending to regale
in pomp displayed
in pageantry
a mere pretence
with conceit
its folly
is
dismayed
such innocence
to see
conveyed
& prevails
midst the tide
sufficient
heretofore
validates the sense
of
zealous appetite
doomed to share
a shadow remains
the quest is
is stilled
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
with conceit, poetry,
Form: Other
Grocery Shopping
(Grab & Go)
Tom’s Opinion
5-17-2020
We periodically go shopping only to grab things to eat,
encountering rude, self centered people, some with conceit.
More than COVID-19, the thing I find most stressing,
is the attitudes of some shoppers that I find depressing.
Without gloves or masks they hit the grocery store,
paying no attention to markings placed on the floor.
Some obey no rules, and their small children bring,
ignoring the danger, proving that stupid is still king.
Acting like the sun rose, that day, for themselves,
they horde to their carts, from near empty shelves.
I’ve heard some say taking precautions show weakness,
but I choose to believe, precautions show my uniqueness.
Categories:
with conceit, health, life,
Form: Rhyme
Corrosion of our country‘s values piques
our interest; cuddled minds with cudgels speak
and bark, confused by all but tribal laws,
subconscious minds coddled with pride. The fall
is sure to come, and the Great Seal — break.
Democracy at stake, and still none wake,
as all our rights contort. Through fear or spite
competing visions won’t align; what’s right?
And who decides? It’s no surprise that each,
effulgent with conceit, decides to teach
his point of view is true. And, who will die?
The thousands yet to scream, as both still try
to conquer what was one, but now divides.
Attach your signature. Right here. Beside.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
10 Words contest; sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
with conceit, america,
Form: I do not know?
“You disgust me,
You Trump wanna be!
How can you even look yourself in the mirror
You’re a worthless - minus - less than zero
Get out of my sight and don’t return at my feet
Until your pointless life is rewritten with conceit
You’re a born winner, don’t accept defeat
Ego is the number one cause of all deceit?!
So what if you’re loathed or despised by some
Your deeds will be greater than their collective sum
You were born poor and you’ll die likewise
Unless you get the green to buy your paradise
My purpose is to ensure the continued balance
Between love, envy and an appetite for opulence
I’ll not rest until your blood is dyed a deep green
And your soul is completely consumed by greed
And all the riches and successes you can gather
I’ll take for my own glory - so why even bother?
Do you get that, mister?”
'Yes Master!'
09-06-2015
SKAT A’s Jealousy Contest
Categories:
with conceit, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
Alas...for now I do tweak
All of the rhymes I do seek
And just so you won't peek
All will be shared in a week
For with my writing, you see
The idea pops out rough to me
I have to polish it up - to a "T"
And round it out for all to see
I space - then re-space
All over the place
Like I'm in a race
Just to save my face
I complete - then delete
I repeat - with conceit
I think I'm SO neat
I repeat till I'm beat
And now it's here, that time that I fear
That dreaded deadline is actually here
And there is no time left now to clear
So I enter it fast, then grab a beer
Categories:
with conceit, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Crumple in anguish at your feet
Brainwaves flung, jostled with conceit
Every nerve cluster sobs inside
Grovel and pine for redemption
Your will can't offer exemption
Each passage throttles hope denied
Dreams taunt moments with yearning
Despite this lust to be learning
Wisps of your essence drift away
Echoes haunt my state of mind
Still struggling to cast you behind
Clutching to savor your bouquet
Acting aloof to shield my pride
Changes arise as cells divide
While brittle tissues grow hollow
Psychic commands don't shape my clay
Since self doubt controls this foray
A lone moth charmed by Apollo
Soul expelled amid brutal force
Manifestations bleed remorse
From my adoring catastrophe
Withered contentment toils to bend
Even if faith fails to transcend
The one I don’t trust now is me
Categories:
with conceit, angst, lost love, passion
Form: Lyric
Upon her thorny heart I bleed;
My rose I nurtured from a seed,
With blazing bloom and perfume sweet,
Who pricked me with her warm deceit,
To where I gladly bade her leave.
Her eyes and smile they did precede,
A witchly soul that did deceive,
My love to stumble with conceit;
Upon her thorny heart.
If I could pluck her to be freed,
And rip her from my soul, indeed,
My lesson thus would be complete,
Sough not a love in lusty heat.
To this my penance I accede,
Upon her thorny heart.
Categories:
with conceit, lost love, love, sadlove,
Form: Rondeau