"meritorious" poems
Do You Ever Find … ?
That Words Sometimes …
KEEP On … " Runnin' " …
Through Your Mind … ?!?
Sometimes ...
My Rhymes And Words Are …
...... STUNNING ….. !!!!!
These Days I Find My Word Designs …
Refine And Dine Just Like FINE Wine … !!!
So Here's A Few To Give You … " Clues " ...
of Some of The Ways My Wordplay Moves …
Wordplay … ?
Just … RIDICULOUS … !!!
Volume … ?
Straight Up … INFINITE … !!!
Inception Is … " Synonymous " …
With BIG VIRGE The … EPONYMOUS … !!!!!
Conception …
NOT …. " Inglorious " …. !!!!!
******* NOPE … ERRONEOUS … !!!!!
My Use of Verse Is … " GLORIOUS " … !!!!!
In Fact It's … " MERITORIOUS " . !!!!!!!
Because It's TIGHT NOT Porous ….
Chorus … NO … !!!
Because It Flows …
And Has NO PLACE In …
... " Talent Shows " … !!!!!
TALENT ... ???
Whoooooaaaaa You'd Better KNOW … !!!!!
What I Construct May One Day BLOW … !!!
A Hole In ALL These Shows For … " Ho's " … !!!!!
Prostitution …. NO …. !!!
NOT How I Roll … !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talking of THOSE …
NO TIME For Coc’ … !!!
Or Yes … ******* … !!!
Because My Nose ...
Does NOT House Notes … !!!!!
Where AIR Should Flow … !!!!!
FLOWS … ?!?
I Got …Those … !!!
QUOTES That Rock Boats … !!!
Races Places So Many Faces …
Sometimes My Mind ...
DEFINES … INVASIVE …
WAIT ..................................................................... !!!
I'm Just PLAYING And Relaying ...
Words of Verse …
From The Thoughts of …
….. " Big Virge " ….. !!!
My Head … ???
It HURTS ... Just Like My Arm … !!!
Because I Write …
Like Those Who Fight …
And Wear The Garms' …
of Those Who Choose To ...
YES … " Bear Arms " … ?!?
Violent … NAH … !?!
Big Virge Is …
….. Calm ….............................................................
I'd Rather Charm …
But PLEASE BE SMART … !!!
Before My Words …
Get In Your ... " CLAAT " … !!!
Or Your …... " RASSHOLE' " ….. !!!
Am I Bajan … ???
NO ... But Here's The Quote …
I'm … ENGLISH Born …
So Know of Their Scorn … !!!!!
But Am Now REBORN … !!!
With … CARIBBEAN Views …
Just Down The Road …
From My NEW Bedroom … !!!!!
On BAJAN' Shores …. !!!
NOT Cold But WARM … !!!
I'm HAPPIER NOW … !!!
That I Have FOUND …
A Place For Myself …
On My Parents' Ground … !!!!!
Africa Next … ?
Well … More or Less …
So MUCH of This WORLD … !!!!!
I Haven't Seen … YET … ?!?
Girls … ?!?!?
That's Where This Poem ENDS.
SO MANY Look FINE But I Just Can't find …
One Whose Down To … " Fool Around " … !!!!!
With The Man … Big Virge ...
... " The Connoisseur of Spoken Words " ...
I Guess That's Why … ?
I Write These Rhymes …
And Put In Verse …
Words That … " Traverse " …
That I NOW FIND …
" Run Through My Mind " …..
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition
Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition
Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition
Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition
Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition
Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition
Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues
Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues
Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes
Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews
Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews
Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues
Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous
Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous
Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous
Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous
Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous
Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition
Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition
Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition
Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition
Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition
Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition
Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues
Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues
Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes
Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews
Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews
Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues
Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous
Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous
Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous
Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous
Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous
Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
I am a child of truth
one not blinded by belief or whim
my vision is luminous with veracity
I am a daughter of science
the proven
there is pride in this
the authenticity of my perception
I see the world in all colors
not the black and white of sin and virtue
I judge the world on the confirmed and validated
my value is in the clarity of possibilities
and the assessment of the affirmed
but for however meritorious I may grant this view to be
is such sight of pure moral?
it burdens to recognize I am the only control in my world
there are none in my eyes with ultimate or immortal reign
the only fate I view is individual and collective ends
I wish I could have faith
perhaps the pain would ease
at the thought of another with power in control
knowing my actions are not my work
but the results of a larger set of hands
but how hideous is it of me to say such filth
to long to believe
but be supposedly unable to feel gods
I consider it disrespectful to those who do
so I keep to my facts
my deafening, blinding, muting visual certainties
but what if I am wrong?
after all, there are more colors in the universe
than those of which we see
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
The chance to blossom, the fear
of failing,
weighing so heavy
on,
my broken,
encapsulated heart
no return, only the
desire, lust
to prove myself, worthy
a candidate,
of caliber, meritorious of
praise,
the extremes, of this
bipolar,
express, they named
it,
would surely bring,
a cast opened
soul,
drinking blood, vampire
of this night,
inspiration from
constellations,
midnight skies
feeding,
pleasure, gluttony
Tell me,
am I laudable
is this,
my true calling
or, am I yet,
again,
fooling myself,
even you,
squirrels in the attic,
batty,
deranged,
maniacal,
unhinged,
unhooked,
berserk.
© Sia Jane
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
The quicksilver moon’s not secure in her orbit.
I’ve heard that she’s slyly slipping away,
One and a half inches yearly
so a little bit every day.
I, for one, want her to stay.
‘Oh meritorious silver sister, you have no dark side,
and I’ve grown used to your capricious light,
Why do you only hover at night?”
I think of her as my own
though she wears no ring
like that showy trollop Saturn
Our moon has a higher engagement pattern.
She’s a spectacle for moon-inspired dances
and a cupid for nocturnal animalistic romances.
Have you noticed that sometimes she’s dark
and sometimes she’s bright?
What turns her on?
What turns her off?
That’s always the question with ladies,
isn’t it?
.
.
Songs for this:
Dancing In The Moonlight (feat. NEIMY) by Jubël
Fly Me to the Moon (feat. Izzie Naylor) Shoby
Moonlight Becomes You by Jeff Haislip
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
*We fight delicately, sniping, taking and giving verbal punches.
Our skin doesn't bruise, maybe our egos our minds,
but our bodies no.
Our velvet arguing is seamless, flawless.
Anyone listening would hear witty repartee.
A couple playfully bantering, no more.
Polite meritorious armament of words.
Primed to fire a salvo of cruelty.
Cruelty, covered and handled with crushed velvet gloves.
Textured, cultured, arguing.
Polite parrying, pleasant resentment.
A bottle of wine, remnants of a meal, wounds needing to heal.
Less or more cruel than a punch? This seamless linguistic pain.
Bruises fade, pain subsides, mental cruelty resides.*
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
what is a goddess; primordial time
turning; unburied alive & pregnant,
fiction; looking French & speaking
Spanish; what does a goddess look
like before she's looked at; there is
ur keyhole mystery, u the Venusian,
a homosexual; Etruscan priestesses;
Theravada Buddhism defines arhat
as one who has gained insight into
the true nature of existence & has
achieved nirvana; in Buddhism &
Jainism someone who has attained
the goal of the religious life; from
the Sanskrit, literally ‘meritorious’
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
Any path would I take that you showed me love along and promised there was more to come. What would tribulations be to me on that journey. Yet not every guide conducts us forever. And to persist for the sake of a mistaken loyalty, to betray grace by meritorious abnegation is to be led astray. It is not Love's way nor Charity what is not freely given. (to be continued)
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
You deserve the love
That I have, a true love,
You deserve flowers everyday
Because I want to show you I'm not cliché
You deserve a cup of joe
That every morning you sip, you glow,
You deserve poems that I write
That I'll send it to you every night,
You deserve ice creams at midnight
And I'll tel you that it'll be alright.
You deserve to be reminded
Every second I am attracted
And that you are beautiful
Every moment that you're blinded
By them, don't listen they are all mindless
You deserve honesty
Forget those awful sanity,
You deserve my consistency
And I believe it is still not dead, my chivalry.
I know you're scared
But I'm prepared
Don't worry too much
I'll be here, I'll keep in touch.
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC
Looking at the full moon, kerosene flame says,
On my forehead, draw a mark of royalty.
When you are covered, in the new moon
Yet I, with the light, go on lighting.
Hearing this the earthen lamp, guffawed
People loves more, in worship-prayer.
Moon smiled and said, "Listen, both of you."
You both are equally meritorious, there is no shame.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
by: William A. Marshall
we fill a pig
we fill the job
we fill in the blank
we fill a **** tank
our plot of dirt
and wreathed granite
we fill our gut
we fill the dish
we fill a wall
with frame
and single-mindedness
we fill our cup
we fill a slot
we fill up the dog
with greasy scraps
that no one wanted
since they’re full
and we seal friends
with cake from cheap
card board boxes
stuffed with sugar
and nonsense
we fill our kids
with what we want
we fill a prison
we fill our brain
and cabbage chest
that eventually rots
and smells
like old Roses De Chloé
and Loreal pigment
we fill our *******
crows feet with collagen
instead of admiring them
like the meritorious stripes
that they are
they rest in ashen dust
gin vapor and vehicle identity
finally blows up
and floats away
like a bad check
a shadow on the landing
up high,
a sun drenched butte
where lupine and sage grows
out of touch from hectors
reaching what counts,
quiet breezes can be heard
shrilling through the rock
and now bare
dignity never shows up
at times like this,
vultures hover over
the empty can of a carcass
and bones that once stood
just and ran full
and fought clashes,
nothing is full now
and what matters
most is
now
empty.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition
Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition
Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition
Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition
Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition
Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition
Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues
Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues
Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes
Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews
Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews
Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues
Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous
Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous
Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous
Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous
Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous
Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
Can you estimate the worth of love?
Can you measure the beauty of love?
Love that sprouts from the heart,
And flourishes beyond the boundaries of the soul?
My Love, it’s only through love,
This kind of love, that I see you.
When they complain about your architecture,
It shakes not my heart,
I look beyond your curves,
For my love is not like a sketch of a building.
When they will mock you of your voice,
My lips will not join them,
Neither my heartbreak at their shouts,
For my love is not built upon vocals.
If your décor becomes mixed,
I will not turn away from you,
Neither seeks for you, a new skin,
For my love is not founded on art.
When you go wrong, I will still love you,
When you turn away, I will still be with you,
When you fall, I will stay with you,
True love forsakes, never.
What’s better than love that lives,
Beyond what the eyes of man see?
What’s meritorious than affection,
That ignores human expectations?
In your imperfections, I still adore you,
In your regrets, I still exalt you,
You are the one I revere, always,
With every fiber of my being.
When I see you, I see an August woman,
When I see you, I see an honorable woman,
With your faults, you are recherché,
Whom my heart adores and loves it's all.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
Dream creates energy
Energy brings to desire
Desire raises activity and creativity
Those make a habit
Habit forms progress
Progress is meritorious
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:58 PM UTC
Umbrage ultraism infrangible extemporaneous incognito edition
Penumbral platitude platonic proxy photics rendition
Interface fenestration imbroglio pandemonium inducement sedition
Wretched infelicitous extant trajectory sordid intuition
Scandalous scavenger squalid anomalous punitive condition
Panacea chiaroscuro parallax emanate imminent perdition
Equilibrist revision exertion suborn temerity imbues
Indulgent zealous discrepancy apparentness cogitation accrues
Heuristic noumenal psychokinesis extrapolation incursion construes
Aura auspicious primitive prism processional reviews
Obstinate tenacious preeminent edificatory omnipotence eschews
Equivocal gumption ratification constitutional manumission ensues
Delusory apparition extravagance peccavi verity tempestuous
Obtrusive obtusely overt indemnities sagaciously obliquitous
Ephemeral anxiety antonym existential exigency alacritous
Fortuitous emendation phantasm ontological ontogeny acuitous
Indemnify veracious infernal infidel impunities iniquitous
Meritorious fulham presumptive extrication expiation indigenous
Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 5:10 PM UTC
Desmond Tutu died.
Not left behind in Afghanistan.
He didn't drown in a comet induced Tsunami.
The lava flow from la Palma didn't fry him.
Aids, Corona, measles, small-pox or Enola didn't infect him.
World fires didn't **** the oxygen from his lungs.
He didn't dehydrate in the Sahara.
No plane fell on him, nor did he fall out of one.
His size indicates it wasn't a self-imposed hunger strike.
Desmond Tutu just died.
A two year old with his father's handgun didn't do him in.
He wasn't struck down by a falling tree, or speeding car.
I'm sure he fell lots of times, but he always got back up.
He doesn't hang from a cross; he wasn't tossed overboard.
And he wasn't lynched, electrocuted, injected or shot standing.
He died,
Naturally, on St. Stephen's Day, when stoning is popular.
It's a **** good thing he led such an exemplary, meritorious life, or we wouldn't know
Desmond Tutu died.
Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
Living in the moment is hard
When you are always on guard
But living thankful is especially meritorious
When everything doesn’t seem so glorious
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
Gorgeous Hug
The indulgent gift such as a gorgeous hug
which makes us swimming in mutual beams
Of love and sincere admiration.to just tug
As if I've found the woman of my dreams.
Let us follow this hilarious path till the end
Let us be more open in our real love stance
Let us be in our style and fashion new trend
Let us just take but chance after the chance
My sweetheart be more sweet to swallow
All the bitter from our lives to make glorious
Let be frank lovers to make all clear to follow
Let be straight in duties more meritorious
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC