"shrewdness" poems
The leopard and the lion chose to become friends,
For they were all proud of claws on their paws
They each glorified one another for their mighty,
Ability to live on meat of other fauna throughout a year,
They each admired one another for running speed,
They each remained firm and loyal to one rule;
Lions don’t eat leopards neither leopards eat lions.
They felt warmth in their companionship without verve,
Until the time they initiated a certain joint venture;
To hunt an antelope as it was famed to be the sweetest,
Again, there had remained one antelope only in the world,
They dilly and not dallied anyhow about such glittering project,
They both endevoured to set forth by each dawn for a whole year,
Tediously hunting throughout a day, the lion doing a great part,
Setting ambuscades and arduously sleuthing to orient on trail,
The leopard severally fainted in the field due to exhaustion,
On one eve of christmas day, the lion captured the prey,
When the leopard was a sleep shivering in fevers of malaria,
Their prey was a middle aged female antelope with swollen hips.
The leopard was sparked to fire of life by a mysterious fillip,
He boldly requested work, now to help the lion in carrying,
The un-suspecting lion relinquished the carcass to the leopard,
Feat of shrewdness gripped the leopard, he took off
Running away with a lightening speed, the antelope on his mouth,
The lion again began to chase, shouting to the leopard,
To be a gentleman and stop running, for them to share the plunder,
The leopard never listened, he craftily climbed to the apex,
Of the most tall and most slippery tree, he perched at the peak
With the antelope on his muscular mandibles of voracity,
The lion remained at the stem, wailing like a toddler
His family does not climb trees, not even a shrub,
The lion wailed, using all styles of wailing,
Pleading with the leopard to donate even an iota,
Not even a small piece of antelope bone dropped
To drop on the ground for the lion to taste,
Human leopards are not good hunting companions.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
As if the it is not the leopard
That has forepaw herculean
In the game of hunting and preying,
With reservation the leopard eats
Saving for tomorrow with punctiliosity
In the wary of wisdom about plundering,
That is not all about physical mighty
Not shrewdness of the mind
Nor flexibility of the heels
But respect for frugality as a virtue of the strong.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Some people have a jungle mentality.
They say if we lived in the jungle
the strong would dominate the weak.
But this isn’t a jungle
it’s so far from the jungle it’s impossible to say
exactly who the strong and the weak are
when there are so many variables
and the society we live in
dictates the skills and attributes we acquire.
Yet some people try to turn society into the jungle
because they think they’d thrive there
but their jungle doesn’t have trees
it has chimpanzees cut off at the knees
nor does it have a sustainable ecosystem
it has concrete walls and steel bars
where they beat the small and leach the large.
The ape beating its chest the hardest
hoards all the bananas
while its shrewdness starves.
The only jungle it resembles is Upton Sinclair’s
but before that jungle can be realized
they have to plant the jungle mentality in our minds.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
As its social phenomenality
Grows with zeal and verve
Humanity of love befits
Beautifully Elaborate explanation
To enable both young and the elderly
To have clear and useful
Knowledge and insight
Of what is love;
Shakespeare in the prime
Of his bardness decried it
A foul protégé of individual beholder
Christ confused it for self-immolation
In the succor of the universe
Leo Tolstoy thought that
It was minimal ownership of land
Umberto Eco in his scriptorium
Declared it man’s impaired judgment
Kenyan cubidmaestroes deem it human foully
To create a leeway to keep change of a Casanova
Mahatma Gandhi called it caste blindness
Mandela called it zero apartheid
Both in Luther King sang the song
Of nonviolent revolt
But me I will boldly clash
With the precedent civilizations
To call love foolishness of a man
And shrewdness of a woman
As for both man and woman the very love
In un-fangled in truth that it can’t pay bills.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
A family man, running spandexed and puffing
reaches into the stroller at the crest of the hill
as the day sighs away the last of its dusk
hands a three year old a flashlight
and makes her a secret-wink promise.
*You'll move so quickly on your path,
it's your duty to carry a light with you
to keep you and others safe.*
A stern man and a hot scratchy washcloth
removing a Spice Girls bubblegum tattoo from
the nose of a seven year old, molecule by molecule.
*As soon as you get caught up in superficiality,
that's when you'll make mistakes. Don't make
mistakes that will last.*
A medic man returns from a surgery
from a rural village with more kindness than money.
Lays a basket of apples and a banana loaf on the table
in lieu of a cheque and says:
*There will be opportunities in your life for
your actions to define the kind of person you are-
always take them-
and never forget your common humanity.*
An animal man bursts into the room
with a puppy as new as a sparrow
gamboling, loving, seeking faces and laps.
*When choosing your first dog, look for
one that has more loyalty than shrewdness.
Choose your friends that way, too.*
A tired man breathes deeply instead of shouting
at the quivering teen and the confession of the bumper
and the scratch that shouldn't have happened.
Hurt softly with the truth.... but never with lies.
A romantic man recounts his history
raising his eyebrows at the score of his frolics
and makes me swear to fall madly in like
with every soul who my heart should kiss-
*but Love, reserve Love as the most sacred
of words, deeds, beings. When you Love,
you and he shall become one another,
and be one life.*
A sentimental man wears a silver crown
at the head of his dinner table meditating in
silence after the laughs and mayhem of his
family clan have subsided to the fireplace.
He looks at his daughter.
She looks at her father.
The fullness of her adult face
and Polish eyes reflect in his irises
blue inside blue inside blue inside blue-
making any separation between them
redundant, intangible, like-
mirrors facing mirrors-
as the roots of the
Tree run as deep as soul itself
and he murmurs:
*The day you hear the cry of your firstborn child
is the day you discover the meaning of your life-
and nothing will ever, ever be the same.*
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
Never decide all of a sudden
Take time and act shrewdly
In case you take a rash step
The repercussion will be bad
Consult many in the trade
Talk to those whom you trust
Very carefully analyze points
Finally a solution will emerge
Acting based on just instinct
Will take in the wrong direction
It may spoil all your initiative
Animals are only **** rash
Crude decisions end shabbily
Producing lots of confusions
The position may turn terrible
As a result of blind approach
Use brain and also your heart
Here only shrewdness mingles
With your heart's natural mercy
Use this combination to achieve.
mvvenkataraman
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
HOW I MOURNED MADIBA IN EXCESS
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected])
Rationality is antediluvian
Emotionalism is post napoleon
Shrewdness comes with the queen
Slyness a game of head boys
Strength ist meine Kampf
Bad dirgical mourning is mine
The dark son of Africa
My billow is love for humanity
Giving a **** the tick where it is due
Mourning heroes of the world
That battled for songs of freedom
In which cradled I the son of zinjathropus
To day Nelson Mandela is born
He is sired a new and again anew
Not the son of a chief but humbly
In humility as son of humanity
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
News! News! in its surrealistic gear,
Charles Darwin of England has resurrected,
He is here in Africa, roaming the deserts
In the savannah belts of Turkana Land,
Looking for African skulls for a second living.
He is in the company of Richard Leakey,
Talking among themselves with air of comradeship,
Behaving wiseacre over the Africans there,
Looking from place to place to rename
The current African humans,
He has already named people of Kenya
And all the people in the subhara of Africa
With a new paradoxical evolutionary tag,
They are now homotribaliticus Africanus,
A tag reflecting African tribalism in politics,
He has met the Chinese and renamed them too,
They are now homo-pecunias asianicus
Or the money making Asians,
Darwin has freshly renamed Americans
This time round not as caucasoids,
But as homocapitalisticus putinis stupidous,
His shrewdness did not go with erstwhile death,
He also has s pecial evolutionary tag for Africans
Zinjipoliticus idioticus, or the fools who die politically.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
There are nights when I dream.
It’s my father,
and I’m an adult.
And he’s in my kitchen.
So I know I’m dreaming.
And with his fists knotted in his jacket,
he offers a smirk.
“I know what you’ve been up to.”
And he does.
*You’ve been saying “heh” a lot.
You’ve been thinking you’re clever.
You’ve been hoping silence equals shrewdness.
(You’re quite taken by the theater of your own anger.)
You keep getting taken by the mechanic.
You’ve been giving the desperate glances of a subway ******
You’ve been pretending to be a man.
You’ve been hoping someone else will put out the fire.*
Now we’re holding a couple of beers by a truck, overlooking a lake.
Inexplicably, we’re going hunting.
“It’s ok. This is how it is.”
He deliberately checks the sight.
And with the certainty of a father, he tells me he knows.
But I remember it’s a dream,
because he doesn’t.
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
Did, a heart of sincerity...?
Made pure, made true...
With the soon, a vestigial anarchy
Came to these, the rue of what we fate, to irony due...
Life and a laugh
The instilled today, the tone of a voice
Given the wishes of the frank, and endearing more we hath...
The compliment of sorry eyes and sudden why's, a unity's choice?
Cope, tomorrow in league with such, a service
To fragile ideals, and the carnal low...
Seemingly mine, the inclined shrewdness of austere sigh's
Is a head at pride, a lover's lie to compel a friend to owe...?
Me, a hardier since, seclusion in a waiting worth...
Can a heightened sense of curiosity, begin here?
With the claimed sake, and kindness of silenced gain, by earn
And turn of chaste into a needy repast, is my ought's notion clear?
Waiting on the words to divine a character's politics?
Sate and uniformity in mind, for another go round
With such a treatise to sympathize with truth, that a gesture meant
Is a gesture in the fate, we knew as a careless whisper, to allow...?
A hat of composure make the day for neglect, isn't a worlds eyes drawn
Meant and imagination, to a seemly rise and flow; was distance to form the words?
Which brings us to the shade, of conscience's seldom, as if a waiting song
That has a notion to become, hungrier than me, that sees the problem of seasons early...
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 3:27 PM UTC
General time
To live the life, electric
In a count of fames, a name of trying
That will begin the heed, of reach, exact
Secrets, only a demon could see...
The tooth and the envoy of truth
That collected a shrewdness, in all anarchy?
The scope we adjust to a new light we Rueth
Spare demonstration, for decency to quiet
And hold for a sulking hour, houses of repute
Come to the fashion of seasons before twilight
Time is am's honored party, sat to describe its sordid worth?
But hate is such, a future foolhardiness...?
When we are, the culture of simplicity...
In the name of conscience lead, to a very different guest
My name is whole and clear, of what a soul was, intimacy
Clamor of a self-sufficient eye
Many more than out, to seek the world of else
Wealth in the spy of virtue, that can suspect a total, for a lie
That we have come to know, like the basis of what seems to be, hell's...
Night comes for a tired eye to complain:
Here in saving hindsight, I have learned with the coping hours of others
And their burden, sense set before me, in sate or plane
The voice of love, with eyes to follow and hide, ruin from the peace savored, together?
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 7:15 PM UTC
Sought without treacle
Added forces, that knew me
Actual lip for a liberty to still
The oncoming voice of reality, which to live is anarchy
But sakes, with resolves ice?
Brazen futures of dismay
In the harkening ordeal of wonder's spice
Given the gift of today, is any and all may?
Ripeness of worth, on the behalf
Of simplicity, there always a reign
Of suppose and its final victory, sass
Ancient as a cloud of virtue can be, there is always pain...
Till we understate the dreams of another
The courtesy of a somber wish, with it to show...
Caught like timidity was a choice, of sincere bother
Letting love be the lucre of the day, a curiosity we owe...
Is a long-standing debt, to a wishes heart...
Which came first, the chastity or the ecstasy?
The doles of harmony, are saviors of shrewdness that art?
Space for lingering in the paces and shadows, of intimacy...
Is a lover's ghost for any who would, or am I the doting meant?
A chance of risen honor, that has the time...
Welcome me to youthful pasts, if not passion in the charm lent
A presence of mind, with a wish as the only way to a soul's kind?
Drinking with also's ghost?
Haven't to fuel, a conversation to live better, than a carnal know...
Of imagination and voiced seldom to favor, a wish that included a host
Of vice to fall in lots of sincere vanity, that was promised how, to a worthier world...
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
Silent and timid
Her lips curve up into a shy smile
Concealing sharp remarks and loud declarations
Eyes gleaming with innocence
Hide the shrewdness and depth within them
Which capture the world around her
Not long passes before you're amused to see
She speaks of music and art and poetry
If at first you saw no reason to show her recognition
You consider her now with interest
Soon enough you discover
An intense love of novels burns within her
Her vocabulary is vast and she has written sonnets of her own
Now you are astonished
Regarding her with curious eyes
You want to learn more
And wish to enter the crevices of her mind
More surprises surface
What she speaks suits not your first impression of her
Her opinions and views and philosophies are broad
Covering many topics and questions
She is a pillar of tradition
Yet she ventures into foreign pastures
And your amazement increases tenfold
You slowly break through her former barriers
Walls high and guarded as those of a castle
Gradually uncovering her feelings and her dreams
Awed and bewitched you are left
And you cannot grasp what you've beheld
How deceiving the long skirt which drapes her
How misleading the modest blouse she wears
And the simple way she wears her hair
Delude all who see her
Appearance has fooled us all so greatly this time
By branding a girl something
Which her clothes falsely imply.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
Driving in the car
run inside, deliver and go.
Next location
stop, do the same
with the intention of no harm.
Repeating this daily
till you drop down,
this repetition
can drive you insane.
The motion of your daily occurrence
carries a mountain on your back.
Not after long your frowning
and dragging your legs.
The coldness of winter
corresponds with the shrewdness of life.
You have to put more then an effort
to get results out of strive.
Its a brutal wheel
that turns round and round.
Its a cycle of pursue
its called being alive.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Where are you?
I heard stories that you departed...
What did you do?
There's no way you got outsmarted
Did you forget I am awaiting your arrival?
Did you not think our house will be full of rivals?
Did you forget you have a son?
Why didn't you come when the war was done?
Other wives have their husbands home
Yet you are leaving me on Ithaca alone
Come back, my love, return to your throne
Come back before my heart turns to stone
Ten years ago you were stolen by a war
Ten years ago you stepped outside our door
Yet I have been patiently waiting
By fears and nightmares I was waking
And I have cried my eyes out more than I can count
This loneliness I feel is not something I can surmount
Come back to our bed, to our tree
Come back to me!
Please!
I beg the gods above
Don't delay my beacon
Don't hinder love
The sun is dawning
Another day without news
Tomorrow's morning
My watch continues
I'll be once again looking out my window
Not knowing if I am a wife or a widow
You never should have left!
Your forced departure was worse than a theft
Athena, guide home your favourite
Or don't you love him no more for his shrewdness and bravery?
Oh gods...
We mortals are but pieces in your lust for glorious wars
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
watch your steps
Around, before and after you
How you move up and down
The shrewdness expressed
Right from your lips
How you're tempted to laugh
With the dog intending to bite you
Expressing your goals to an enemy
And digging your own grave.
The swiftness you give off
Appreciated with your down fall
Your trust paid with betrayal
Loyalty flushed like trash.
Life is supported by blood
But a mixture of blood is vexatious
It spills or mulfunctions
Yet it holds the nature of your life
You can't be so secure to trust
Your own skin because the weather
can mislead it's nature
Its good to know but not to
Exceed the capacity
Of the knowledge of knowing.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
the trapeze artist balances
delicately stepping
assured and practiced
upon the thin string of chance
luck and skill allows
a fortunate man to walk steadily
but a single fallout with fate
could leave his body dashed to shreds
destiny's temper is fickle
impatient for new amusements
it lets the poorest child walk across
gifts them with fame and intelligence
it lets the wealthiest man fall
despite his endowed presents of fortune and shrewdness
he is not enough for the ruthless eye of the future
the world walks upon their own strings of fate
luck pushes them from all sides
for some, keeping them balanced
and for other,
forcing them to death
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
So Just Like My Namesake...
In... “ The Great Escape “...
I’m The King of... The Cooler... !!!!!
Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler "....
A TRUE School Type Mover...
TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!!
With Tunes That Are Cooler...
Than McQueen In His Scenes...
As Yup... " Virgil Hiltz "...
Showing Nazis I CHILL...
When They Try To Instil...
Ideals That Spread War...
Where Division’s The Cause...
Because I Stay COOLER...
Than Yes... " Ferris Bueller’ ".... !!!
When It Comes To These Tutors...
Whose Thoughts Should Be.....
....... NEUTERED....... !!!!!
That’s Right NULLIFIED.... !!!!!
Just Like Norton’s Guy....
And American Types....
Whose Actions DEFY....
REJECTION of FIGHTS...
Because They’re Still TIED....
To... SUPREMACIST Minds.... !!!!!!
Whose Vibe’s To *** - ide...
Based Upon Colour Lines... !?!
While I Deal In Vibes....
Where Tribes UNIFY... !!!!!
No Matter What Colour...
Or **** They STAND BY... !!!
Because I Am COOLER....
Than... Racist Wrongdoers... !!!!!
I Move With MORE Coolness...
Than Those Who Pull Shooters... !!!!
... MILITANT Armies....
Like Those In Zimbabwe...
Now OUSTING Mugabe... !!!!!
Political Parties.....
Who DO NOT Move Calmly... !!!
So I’m Cooler Than THEM... !!!!!
These Government Heads...
Who Cause Heads PROBLEMS... !!!
As Well As... DISTRESS... !!!!!
Because They Use POWER... !!!
To Use Cladding That Showers...
Like... EXPLOSIVE Gunpowder... !!!
So I’m COOLER Than Towers....
That In Just A Few Hours... !!!!!!!!
Became HOTTER Than Plotters...
Whose Movements Get HOTTER...
Than.... SUICIDE BOMBERS... !!!!!
I’m The COOLEST of Jotters...
About All This NONSENSE.... !!!
ABUSERS Whose Movements...
HOT UP... Certain Collars... !!!!!
Who Took Time To... HOLLA'...
About How They BOTHERED... ?!?
Producers And Movers....
Who Seem To NEED... “ Coolers “... !!!?!!!
To CONTROL Their LOOSENESS... !!!!!
However Some Coolness...
Is NEEDED Like Shrewdness...
When It Comes To The CLAIMS...
That Are Made Nowadays...
... SO MANY Games... !!!
That People Now Play... !!!!!
The Type That Have RACKETS...
And Strings That Pull Jackets... !!!
On Puppets And Slaves...
Who Seem To Get Brave....
When It’s LATE In The day.... !!!!!
To REFUTERS I Say...
CALM DOWN Now Okay... !!!
I Suggest You Stay COOLER...
Than London’s Commuters...
When TERROR Becomes....
What HITS It’s Stations... !!!!!!
Or Cooler Than COUGARS...
Who Move Like SEDUCERS...
When Their ONLY Future...
Is *** With OLD Suitors ...
Boozers And Schmoozers'... !!!
Whose ***** LOST IT’s Rooster.... !?!?!
So NEEDS To Use BOOSTERS...
Like..... ****** Users.... !!!!!!
As I Said... This Poem...
Should PROVE I’m NO LOSER... !!!!!
I’m Just A Producer...
of Rhymes That Are Shrewder...
Than SCOOTER Type Looters... !!!!!
Who’s... SICKER Than TUMOURS... !!!!!
And Like... " Steve McQueen "...
When It Comes To Rhyme Schemes...
Don’t Let The Rest FOOL YA.... !!!!!
I’m THE KING of What’s...
........ “ COOLER “.......
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
At one night it was 2 am
On bed of nails she makes me wait
Shrewdness of your mouth keeps lingering on my mind
Like an echo guerilla knockin me down back and forth
I value you too much, you value me nothing but a
welcome carpet
That keeps getting stomped, unvalued, but still there
to stay
To cleanse your step
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC