Gregory loved money
Compare him to a toad.
A solid golden palace
Was his high abode.

He had many servants
To wait upon his needs.
He paid them in pennies
Such was his great greed.

He accounted his vast wealth
All throughout the day
When it came time to bill you
You had better pay.

Greg had gold, but he grew old
Arthritic and halt
When he was laid, at last, in state,

They did so in a vault.


Ella was quite beautiful
Compare her to a snake.
She sipped upon the finest wines
But her thirst was never slaked.

There was a little servant girl
Younger and more fair,
Ella hated this young lass
Put her in despair.

She showed a vile temperament
Acted like a cur.
Ella hated everyone
Who had more than her.

Her envy made her very ill,
And she finally passed.
She was buried with her mirror

And rots before her glass.


Arthur was an angry man,
Compare him to a lion.
He roared around his castle
And had a will of iron.

He was always virulent
In both word and pen,
Would beat his wife and servants
Time and time again.

He waged many futile wars
With kingdoms all around.
Many grieved, for he laid siege,
And burned them to the ground.

He captured the women,
And so he had a pride,
But he lived by iron sword,

So by the sword he died.


Lackadaisical Lucy
Compare her to a snail.
She scarce emerged from her soft bed,
Laziness prevailed.

She wouldn't lift a finger
To dust or do a dish,
She lived on an inheritance,
To sleep her only wish.

The housework just did not get done,
She wouldn't even cook.
She'd order out from Domino's
And had an unkempt look.

She finally died in her own bed,
Her sands of time were gone,
She exhaled her last breath

With an enormous yawn.


Gerald was a glutton.
Compare him to a pig.
He'd consume most anything,
And didn't care a fig!

When he ate a stack of pancakes,
Now, I tell no lie,
It was so tall, to see them all,
You'd have to view the sky!

Gerry was enormous,
As big as a barn.
He had so many folds & rolls
He was the Michelin man!

He just couldn't get enough!
The pancakes just a teaser!
And when they finally buried him

They did so in a freezer!


Louis was so lustful
We'll compare him to a goat.
A female weasel is a slut,
The male is a stoat.

He was a musician,
And, man, that boy would rock!
He had an erection
Almost 'round the clock!

No problems getting women
They never gave him grief!
He had so many groupies
He was known as the Kalif!

But one of his liasons
Didn't go as planned
He lost his life due to the wife

Of a jealous man!


Percy was quite prideful,
Like a peacock rare.
He had the finest clothing,
Bright beyond compare!

He was given everything,
He had things in hand.
His tailors were acknowledged
As the finest in the land!

His enemies planed out a coup
When a good time arose.
They had Percy fitted
For the Emperor's new clothes.

The townspeople were furious!
Gave Percy the boot!
So he was buried in a ditch

In his birthday suit!

(C) 1/17/2017

Thanks for reading this long poem!
The early church compared people
guilty of one of these sins to animals.
These are included in the poems.

So far 41 people read this... not ONE like!
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Tony Luxton
Nov 30, 2016

Chaotic cabinet of curios,
obsessive dreams unlocked her secret drawers.
Who was Sylvia, a poetic
slave to an idealized dead father?

Her suurogate father figure Ted
would never do. Her seven year
itch at last unstuck her glue, sent
her back to hom she hardly knew.

Sep 23, 2016

There isn't much left.
That's the way it is sometimes.
You plan and plan
for the day
when there won't be any,
and yet you're still surprised
when there isn't much left
in the end.

My days are not like seven fat cows
or seven skinny ones.
My days are like veal.
They're slaughtered young,
and at night I feast upon them.

Some nights I can sleep contentedly afterwards..
And others,
I lay awake unable to dream at all.

Guilt keeps me awake.
I've become a kosher butcher of time!
Often my own.

That's the way it is sometimes.
There isn't much left.
So I plan and plan
trying to postpone the day
when there won't be any.

#dream   #end   #sleep   #skinny   #nights   #plan   #cows   #seven   #veal   #slaughtered  
Sep 1, 2016

Seven years ago, I knew you.

Present day, now I don't.

Gaps in time.

Never retrievable, unbelievable

nearly how much passes by.  

But here we are, so transfixed again.

Seven years later, and yet,

it doesn't seem to matter.

Feelings rise back like the sun rises in the east.

Simple, yet meaningful chatter.

We met in our youth,

whimsically and pure.

Two young souls, we lust;

in a splendidly serendipitous summer.

We met again without intention,

without mention of something greater: fate.

Memories of you wash over me, your name resurfaces.

Hypnotized by the pull, you reach out for me.

We truly met in adulthood,

filled with newfound awareness.

Two souls, we fell in love;

laughing about silly arbitrary things

like swiss miss hot chocolate,

bonobos, salad dressing and coated spinach. (I want whip)

Sharing stories of our crazy college days;

Together, getting caught with our clothes off,

to watching love birds in a courting ritual.

Recalling conversations - "what about a mastodon?"

through intense concentration.

Walking along the unsalted deep blue,

I wish we could have stood there forever,

side by side, hand in hand...

We couldn't of course, not pragmatic;

the bitter cold became problematic.

Gusts of frustrating winds, a hail of bullets.

Misty eyes and whirlwind romance.

I reached back too far, arched and overextended.

Agreements altered and amended.

Haunting words of imperfection,

and collection of unretrievable memories.

We met in our youth,

whimsically and pure.

Two souls, we lust;

Seven years, I'll see you later.

April 28, 2016
#love   #life   #time   #years   #closer   #mindful   #seven   #gaps  
Nina JC
Nina JC
Feb 27, 2016

Never fall in love with a poet

#word   #story   #seven  
Hannah Gammad
Hannah Gammad
Jul 21, 2016

Once upon a time, i met you
In my point of view
You have a lot to do
But still, that day you noticed me too

Twice I've heard you teach
Words of GOD, that's what you preach
In the faith, you are so rich
Away from God, they are whom you reach

Thrice we had a conversation
First time you got my attention
Second, I was in sad situation
Third, family week where there was no affection

Four times I've seen you in person
Yes, just that, because we're in different location
separated by region
but bound in the same religion

(F)i've been thinking these questions lately
Do I like you? Yes, definitely
Do I love you? Yes, to infinity
Do I want to be with you? Yes, to eternity

Six times two months in a year
Even though you are not near
I will always be here
To cheer and wipe away those tears
To hug you when in fear

Seven days a week
I wish that our love will never go weak
So that true love we may seek
and what we have will forever be at its peak

#time   #two   #one   #three   #forever   #five   #six   #four   #seven   #number  
Nandish Malhotra
Nandish Malhotra
Jul 6, 2016

Come hither my noble child,
Look at this riddle
Where crocs eat grass and sheep go wild.
Come come! Let’s play and fiddle.
Have a look at this lion roar
With tooth and teeth that of boar!
Pride over pride, over his pride
Hog over-hogged, alas he died!
And there are still some more
Who want some more!
More some, more some;
Three-some, Four-some.
Thither see that one!
Still as a stool.
Earlier green in envy
Now dead-red in the pool.

The devil's riddle-rhyme of the 7 sins.
#anger   #lust   #sins   #devil   #pride   #envy   #greed   #gluttony   #seven   #sloth  
Jun 22, 2016

First, we are the Infant of Heaven's born,
dressed in a guardian angel's lace,
pure raw innocence in heart, soul, and face.
Genuinely graced in God's embrace.
This is the sweetest time in our life's race,
for this is the only time we're in first place.

Then, we are the charming Schoolboy or Girl
who sets out to sharpen our scruples.
Though driven, we dread it for all the world.
We'd rather just be boys or girls, merrily,
wildly adventurous and carefree,
perhaps it is when we are the most happy.
This is our freest time in life's tapestry,
woven with opportunity and possibility.
This is the stage where we are pupils.

Next, we look for love and begin to admire
Lust and Attraction who star in this stage.
Driven by pre-determined desire,
a Queen or Knight, to each a tasty treasure.
Beauty enters with her enchanting measure.
Fervently, we break free from wise counsel.
Charmed by Attraction, Lust, or Beauty,
we lack ability for scrutiny
for this is the time of love's first fire,
for some a heart's mutiny of our star, Desire.
For a lucky few, the same fiery flower
will forever produce flames and endeavor.
Either way, you can't have the fire
without at least one season of pain
or a little bit of passionate rage.
Love is ablaze in this Lovers stage.

Now, we're Lovers suited and ready to settle,
equipped with love's stealthy armor,
a husband or a wife, our honorable medal,
to battle this world called Our Life.
We bare our Love's most sacred of gifts,
a Family with Children to protect and serve;
to try as we might to harbor them from strife.
To provide them with all the joy they deserve.
For Family, we fight, shield, and engage,
for we are Soldiers at this bonding stage.

Then, we are seasoned with Time, a Sage.
Wisdom stars in this stage,
along with a wealth of experiences,
coupled with second chances.

With life, college, and career knowledge,
we know so much about finances,
pain, loss, love's sorrows, and bad romances.
Trials we have faced in times of carnage.
Debts were paid, and bills were garnished.
Tribulations served plenty on our plate.
This is the stage where we question Fate.

We came to abide by our laws
of simple divine truths,
and learned to choose our own battles,
which were only those with Family at stake.

There really is just one battle
worth the pain of death or defeat,
                            Family,  Our Life's Soul Retreat.
for with only whom life is one, complete.

So, we now FEEL our reactions
and abandon the need to justify our actions.
We create our own laws and distractions,
for we are Justices of Our Life's satisfactions.

Old Age returns Our Life to center stage
with our body's toll being the weakest wage.
Our health is our biggest concern
when parts of our bodies begin to burn
and others disengage in the agony of age.
Fleshy shields are no longer satisfaction
for an armor of Our Life's protection.  

For in the final days,
                our hearts live
                      the reoccurring quake
                             of remembrance's ache,
                 holding on
                            for Our Life's sake,
to those who have crossed our stage
             as we have crossed theirs along the way,
with our exits and our entrances
            of fragmented remembrances
                     of life as the    
                                      Schoolboy or Girl,
                                      Soldier, and Justice.

For family seemingly becomes a reflection,
         seen only in a mirror of memory
                shining through a window sill of time
                           in Our Life's home, now still.

For this, Old Age is the loneliest stage, yet a time for peaceful  reflection,
                       profound introspection,
                               and glorious resurrection!

The final stage, Death, has no end,
           for where it starts,
                  Life thus does begin with the
                              God's greatest gift to Our Life!

                  ­    Fill in the blank________

Our Life is over in a blink!

6-22-16 (C)

For quite some time now, I've been musing on Shakespeare's famous monologue: "The Seven Ages of Life". This poem resonates with this but not completely. Inspired also by my own introspection on life, particularly aging, as of late. I believe I'm somewhere between the Lovers and the Justice in my own life.

Thank you for reading! :)

Shakespeare monologue with the character Jacques.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
Jun 19, 2016

Ozzy or my uncle Ozzie
some say his name was misspelled and wrote down as Osiah I don't think it was an accident at all

Osiah means the expression of number 7
He was the Seventh Son
Of a 7th generation
Born with a veil of skin over his face
this is a caul, a veil...his glistening hood

He was born almost all Native American
He was able to play seven instruments without ever being taught
Violin, Fiddle, harmonica, organ, guitar, banjo & the mandolin.

There are a lot of mystical qualities associated with 7
The seven deadly sins
Seven days in a week
Seven colors of a rainbow
Seven notes in the diatonic scale
7 circles to form the symbol of the seed of life
The opposite sides of a dice always equal 7
The Seven Dwarfs
In Japan there are seven lucky gods
There are seven continents
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
We are able to identify seven objects immediately without needing to count them
Hindu wedding celebrate 7 walk around the fire 7 times
While the priest says his Mantra and then they take seven steps and say vows
together 7 times
The Big Dipper has seven stars
Seven dials in London is an intersection
Of 7 streets with a sundial in its Center
7 is the smallest number that gives you 1
there are Seven Wonders of the Ancient World

I am sorry that you were so misunderstood Osiah
I don't believe that you were lazy
you just saw everything in a different way and it all was a little too much for you
your heart was weak and you left so young
You were a kind and uncomplicated soul
I so wish I had known you better I was just a girl
You looked so much like my Father
so Native American ...our history

He spent much of his time alone with his instruments
Many might have seen his life is sad but I don't think it was he won a lot of fiddle and violin contests
though none of those instruments exist anymore or his trophies
gone with his caul
and the clippings of his first hair

A lot of things I don't understand about numbers I see certain ones all the time
7 is not my number but I remember to keep looking they're here for a reason
I guess I will just keep looking
I have a call too.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I see numbers all the time certain ones don't know if anybody shares this experience or not and I've been thinking a lot about my uncle... I hope all this is accurate I think so from what I can remember anyway.
#poetry   #signs   #seven   #caul   #lifebeyond  
Olga Valerevna
Olga Valerevna
Jun 12, 2016

There's no one who can hear me when I try to let it out
A gloomy apparition has been dancing in my mouth
These lips could not keep up with all the words I had to say
So I began evading every chance I had to stay
Consider me a coffin or a place akin to life
We die together slowly as we lie to make it right
The world's another circle 'round the rings we cannot draw
And I will disappear inside the meaning of it all
Address another person but remember who you are
For if you weave a web you may create another scar
The spiders in my head have told me everything they know
But seven miles away there is another place to go

what's moving in your bloodstream?
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