"jeremiad" poems
I am keening
In lament
bewailed at this notion.
Contempt for structure, value and discipline is acceptable.
Jeremiad
A parent can't parent but would be praised for "friending" rather than tending to their child's growth.
Hippie tricksters and hipster is all the craze with new age bad zones and soft tones
Then everyone moans and claim the lack of parenting is to blame when they go columbine and spray bullets to deal with the torment.
I'm sick of the news and its pro no rules avocation
Sick of the pop trend of life is always a dead end
Sick of fly by night "let them be and hope they make it" attitudes
When a little hug and a quick "let me show you" can make our youths guide the progress rather than tear it down.
I little input is appreciated, accepted and acknowledged
But not mandatory
Be good be rewarded, be bad be without
Very self explanatory.
Those in between that goal are an obstacle not a hero
I want greatness for my child
Not mediocrity to a zero.
Parent with your experience and regulation
Not google and trending
See the end and before you begin and preempt the blind pretending.
Cuz today is not ok
When we fear tomorrow
Cuz yesterdays ways were forgotten.
From one father to the next
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
Welfare check savings
and Aston Martin dreams.
Mix quadruple entendres in cereal bowl
with tap water and eat for breakfast.
Lend half a knee to the ground
and kiss the blue sky a bitter hallelujah.
Send prayers with naked eyes to the third Christ,
after all, we are supposed to be our ancestors sci-fi.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
I am keening
In lament
bewailed at this notion.
Contempt for structure, value and discipline is acceptable.
Jeremiad
A parent can't parent but would be praised for "friending" rather than tending to their child's growth.
Hippie tricksters and hipster is all the craze with new age bad zones and soft tones
Then everyone moans and claim the lack of parenting is to blame when they go columbine and spray bullets to deal with the torment.
I'm sick of the news and its pro no rules avocation
Sick of the pop trend of life is always a dead end
Sick of fly by night "let them be and hope they make it" attitudes
When a little hug and a quick "let me show you" can make our youths guide the progress rather than tear it down.
I little input is appreciated, accepted and acknowledged
But not mandatory
Be good be rewarded, be bad be without
Very self explanatory.
Those in between that goal are an obstacle not a hero
I want greatness for my child
Not mediocrity to a zero.
Parent with your experience and regulation
Not google and trending
See the end and before you begin and preempt the blind pretending.
Cuz today is not ok
When we fear tomorrow
Cuz yesterdays ways were forgotten.
From one father to the next
-Alexis J Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
my darling
i will visit you in your boudoir
tumescent Satan, I
you, a goddess, your body-- the temple it was built for
our hermetic union,
two bodies entwined on the hearth,
the argent moon looking on, clutching her vestal livery
heathens, heathens!
how can something so exquisite be a turpitude?
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
Sittin' at your table,
...do you need a friend?
Jeremiad; -unhinged, unstable...
...media your sin.
Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!
You lurch about and wonder why,
there's no one angry when you lie?
No enemies, no crowd, no scene.
No videos of you be-ing obscene.
Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!
No wants, no worries, never try,
they'll be no one there when you die.
They'll be no one there when you die?
Light-box your friend, what are you, shy?
Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!
Your phone responds, it talks to you.
Computer, T.V. -video games too.
One day you won't wake up in that tomb.
Having spent your whole life in a room.
Life's full of doubt.
What are you about?
Can't figure it out?
Shouldn't be without...
...you need a friend!
You need a friend.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
In the palm of your hand an augur collects dew,
Closer to molten rock then lava,
Like skin on glue.
Jeremiad tongues connect with one kiss
Of the first lover of his kind
Never to be missed.
Amongst skipping stones and a de facto home,
Books stack high between beds made of bone.
Excavating a rib cage only to find a heart, hard
Stripping each symbol of protection
On a door fire charred.
Your eyes choked love
Words tore veins slow
Burning the worst fire I'll ever know.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
I call all prevaricators liars.
They’ve set the world on fire
They’re walking on a wire
And I’m their jeremiah.
Our government is bad
The worst we’ve ever had
When it is fixed, we’ll all be glad.
And thus my jeremiad.
I shout my warnings aloud
Be not so blindly proud.
Our country lives under a cloud;
And we all wear a living shroud.
Snoozing through a pack of lies,
We should wake up if we’re wise
Look at what is before our eyes.
Heed what’s in the common cries.
Are we living behind barbed wire
Only seen by this jeremiah?
The time is now, the need is dire.
We’re threatened with a funeral pyre.
If freedom for all is a major threat,
We haven’t got democracy yet.
Rather than struggle under regret
WE fight a war, don’t forget.
I, the jeremiah, I make you uneasy.
I want the oppressors to be queasy
I want all of them to tease me
To change their ways to please me.
I won’t be polite, use kindly words
I gladly tweak the pompous overlords
I will continue to use my vocal chords
And call them out across the board.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
you step off. if you’re lucky, a dog. if you’re not, a cat lady who worries all cats are alone. you step off. every mile or so stopping to bribe your subconscious. food is an issue until it dissolves on your tongue. sex an egg that weighs lightly. here and there a job but not a single one odd.
egg shells on the floor of heaven. I am quiet but nobody listens.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
(preface to constipation)
way before aye knew
the name Fletcherism applied
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide
did precepts sans hungry
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp -
armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce
viz casus belli sans reeling off
a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad
me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator,
who re: lied
on self control unbeknownst
to this pumpkin eater
unwittingly followed
the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made
modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed
mandibular metered (when famished),
eyes kept closed while tongue gently played
adhered to practice of eating small amounts,
which discipline stayed
engorging self, and as a result
(consuming sustenance
only when hungry avoiding
(wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash)
found me aware visa vis master car ding
marginal increase in pounds meaning
thy body electric weighed
approximately for long stretches
when a habitue at one or another dining digs
stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs
adequately satiating with with oomf
when contra dance caller Scott Higgs
announced "hands four," which signal
helped get my mojo back
and reel lee deuce home jigs,
which kickstarted, syncopated,
oft times espying Bobbie Riggs
who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss
e'en when donning apparel of Whigs
like colluding trump petting molecules
that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC