"attitudinal" poems
____ Little leonard Lion, decided to attend the Upcoming Town meeting with an Open mind about the Subjects that were to be Discussed. Many Times in the Past, Little Leonard along with others of his Thinking, Especially, Anthony Ant and Roxanne Roach, Went to the Town Meetings with the Attitude of "Cautious-Listening".. MANY Times the Town Meetings, conducted by the Town Upper-Layers and their *Chief, Wendall Waglips, had NOT stuck entirely to issues , BUT rather Modified them. SO, that the Credits due to the *Proper Provider, were Instead directed to Themselves ! Waglips and his Upper Layers had announced the Upcoming meeting would be a *Revelation of NEW Ideas and Plans ! Needles to say, Leonard Lion, Anthony Ant and Roxanne Roach Could Hardly wait ! As they sat on the edges of their seats, to hear the Proclamations that Wendall and the Upper Layers would be SWEETLY offering up to the Audience of " Fully Attentive" Listeners . Waglips approached the Podium of Announcement, Stood behind it, Grabbed both sides at the top, Leaned forward toward the microphone,____With a Self made Smile and his Attitudinal Voice, Began the Ritual of Proclamations; #1= A Decree you will accept with Glee. #2= When I Condone and accept it as the Known. #3= Should you disagree, DON'T bring it to me ! #4= What is Laid out, ACCEPT it or get Out. #5= The LAWS are on the Walls in the Halls,,BUT__DON'T Loiter in the Halls. Waglips continued His Finale , "These are for Your benefit and I am sure You agree, That each of you they will fit ! These NEW rules we've SPOKEN for your Wellbeing for the Residents of this Town ! _____Leonard, Anthony and Roxanne Looked at each other and glanced around at the 2500 attendees ! As a Megaphone was Placed in Leonards hand! He Repeatedly Shouted out ! "JOIN ME IN THE HALLS "... So, whats in store for those who stayed in their seat and "DID-NOT" heed the Boldness of the VOICE ,calling them to the Halls ?
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 3:35 AM UTC
What’s Your Water
*If you talk to Wallace J. Nichols, Ph.D., a marine biologist and the author of Blue Mind, a book about the physical and psychological benefits of water, for long enough,
he’ll eventually ask you*,
***what’s your water?
And as it turns out, nearly everyone has an answer.***
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Having lived longer
than I had a right to expect,
through decades of lost years, pain imbued an attitudinal of:
‘I do not ****** care,’
find myself perplexed now by my near
escapes, death misses, graceful landings,
and now,
the fortune tellers ply me with
predictive prescription possibilities
of a good many more!
So I write this missive,
mine own “Guide to the Perplexed.”
for a longest miserable
drove me to deep despair,
and even the littlest do was a wasn’t undone,
to insure any extension, even hurry up a clusterfk,
and here I am
yet, wander-in-g & wonder-in-g,
Why, what
accidents of fortune reversal,
made my prior life a rehearsal
for a hopeful long end run,
before a Mahomes miracle touchdown
Knowingly
looking for the X Fsctor,
discovered that the solution was
W2
W squared)
where W is a
(Woman,Water) multiplier
Found a woman who
lived by waterways,
upon island bodies and seas of rivers
that led to
this little island that
gave me
the solitude unsolicited
to see inside my
history
leaving me with
no imperative imperial resources to resist,
but to make it
just one day more,
to let the celestial sun
celebrate a new daily saluted calculus,
Of
*the sum total of
every grain of water
in this world
evaporated to be rebirthed
in a million raindrops
just like me and
poetry*
writ over the spring & summer of 2024
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC
O, these fine, fashionable, fondlers
Of pondering wisdom’s,
In the idioms of earthen
Consents,
Gray case encrusted,
Attitudinal cements.
Parapet and barrier,
Laments of rancid carrion.
Self bestowed upon slinking shoulders.
Into the Frey of Man speak,
Into the realm of blood and bone,
Ejected into the otherings
That man alone bestows.
Upon his brothers ****** brow,
Upon his trodden heart,
They seek definition
In epitome
In enfilades of bias and violence.
They languish under opinionated stars,
Under sun’s of blood red risings.
O that the voice of this could only die a death
Befitting some horrid criminal,
And peace come in its stead.
A vision of a dreamer
A poet writing wishes
Clichés of lost hopes
In search of soulful riches.
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 6:13 PM UTC
Split pathways splayed on palms and face
Each line runs according to its own race
Deep, undefined or shifting aside
Inescapable writings on the walls
Nothing seems straightforward at all
On reviewing in hindsight
The circumstance of chance
How much space do we have to play
Was I supposed to be late
Another carrier of an attitudinal barrier
Loss of control often feels immeasurable
Despite conflicts of character
At times are we in charge of our own lives
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
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just google it plain,
see it in Wikipedia,
just that number
613
every number an association.
this one magical, mysterious,
and born to this,
my tradition.
613 commandments in the law
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/613_commandments
but today I come to speak of but one commandment.
first among a peculiar
613
not listed amidst the
thou shalls,
thou shall not,
of which,
many have I transgressed,
many have I blessed.
today,
hard on the heels on my fast first
anniversary conclusional,
noticed that I had now
613
followers.
a young man,
from across the oceans,
from New Delhi,
honored me thus,
what a delight,
how easily these god and man-made
geographical boundaries crossed,
my spirits raised.
Follower,
how I detest that word.
I could no more lead than follow.
let us be neutral observers,
let us be recognized sharers,
let us be hand holders,
let us be mutual lovers,
let us be but friends.
root out this
servile attitudinal,
sacrilege word.
I do not celebrate this irony,
but oh yes, oh yes,
I do I understand this election
as a commandment,
a sacred obligation,
not of my asking,
but of my anointing.
The first and foremost poetic law.
write to
levitate and elevate
the human spirit
all the rest is naught.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
they sit
anxious,
attitudinal,
replete in
hospital gowns,
almost glowing,
angelic in their
whiteness.
below the knee,
the young queen
bee wears peach
fuzz.
my own grasshopper
has a forest of leg hair.
(puberty' s gift)
they look
at one another
not quite
like two strangers
at a singles bar,
but almost.
the moment dies
seconds after birth.
they transition from
insects,
scrawny, gangly teenagers;
becoming hawks.
now,
they perch,
staring at one another,
eyes full of defiance.
each one measuring
the other's plight
against their own.
inspections concluded,
they retreat,
separately,
each
back into their
own fauna of
electronic isolationism.
***
-JBClaywell
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
A good makeup can make one look gorgeous and attractive
But no makeup can cover attitudinal blemishes
True beauty is revealed from inside out!
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Attitudinal barriers
Halt the brilliance
Of a child with wings
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC