Life's Rehearsals
Friendly faces, Different time zones
Repeat performances.
A Carousel of entertainment? Different
Emotions encountered by one's life's ups
And downs.
Anger, Discouraged, Joy, Malancholic,
No fear, Objectively, No regrets, take risks.
There are no do overs attentively to live one's
Life.
Live your life to the fullest, It will be some
Loses, wins accept it without any malice.
Portray to be the best of one's ability of Life's Rehearsals.
For Palestine
I refuse to read the news.
More dead children in Palestine.
Why did we give people who had suffered
and died in Europe, in a country where
People lived in freedom
To see other people taking their land
and cattle, throwing people of their own
The property is not sensing how wrong
by people who had suffered
Yet, they had no empathy for those they
replaced
I refuse to read the news and listen to
our silence
Nothing we can do, our leaders say
and go on trading with Israel, selling
weapons that kill children without
the slightest hesitation as we wring
our hands and say there is nothing
We can do
How shameful we are, headlines about
The saving of a few amputees learning
to walk with artificial legs
We brag of our kind hearts while
a thousand children are dead under
ruins, dropped by the people who had
Have once been victims themselves.
How insignificant we are, made to look
I will no longer bear witness to our
disgrace,
I will close my mind like everyone else
and talk about the price of tomatoes
Wonderment
When I can
Appreciate the alone-ness,
and smile in the darkness, and marvel at limits,
Respecting the balance of my
“Parent”, “Adult” and “Child”,
Then, integrated, I become mature
and whole; walking free,
With a limp…
O audio, antennae.
Activate. Agonize.
O bad seed, thy bad penny.
Aim right between their eyes.
Dark fire, burn hot in my brain.
Through my veins break free.
Driver, time to go insane.
Straight into the sea.
Ring of fairies, thy best song.
Where do we belong?
Where the vibrations are strong!
Wargods, strike thy gong!
Wind atop the drear sheer cliff?
Do not dare to climb.
Charon Boatman, pole thy skiff!
Trifle, all of time...
Falcon, scream as victor!
Thy talons sharpen well!
Physician, thy rictor.
O heaven, send for hell.
Rain down on me, liquid light.
Languid as young love.
Harpy, sacred is thy flight!
Watch o'er from above!
Thought-flame, spark with vigor.
Synapses, goals to meet.
Flicker as you figure.
High holy is thy heat.
Ghast, gnash teeth and mighty fast.
Terrify thy foe.
Contender, to come in last?
Golem, time to go...
My honey and me
are going to sea
The terra firma, UC
is not for her or for me
Living in the wood
is not any good
Summer’s full of fleas
not to mention bees
Winter’s chill freezes my nose
not to mention, I’ve lost three toes
So off we go, out onto the ocean
my jar of honey and me, devoted bosun
I Need it Nice and Gooey!
I Need your Hot Chop Suey!
I Need the Spice for Woo! Wee!
Spoon Feed my Hong Kong Phooey!
I Strut like Baby Huey!
My Butt might Spice Kablooey!
But Yours looks Nice and Chewy!
Your Butt's for Hong Kong Phooey!
A rolled up sweatshirt on the side of the road
looks like roadkill
The windows are down
and there is slobber marks splashed on the door
It's not from me
It's from my companion
I threw a banana peel into the bushes
Someone honks
I don't care
It will break down and rot
There is nothing like the wind of a warm fall day
blowing through my hair
I have relatively low stress
Not the person behind me
with the frazzled hair
and fists clenching their steering wheel
I can be late
I can lose my job
I can possibly live in the woods
That is a nice thought
I probably wouldn't last a week
All these people on the road
our eyes meet sometimes
Strangers trying not to crash
into each other
I wonder where they are going
Hopefully not to work
did work
in carnivals
a short time
good public
relations be
a right critical
deal with those
just walking by
pocketing money
you can hear jingle
and jangle over the
sounds of the rides
stan sand
Alien eyes gaze from a crystal mist of white,
Beckoning, encompassing, consuming your light.
You're now helplessly suspended in wingless flight,
So, don't look for an exit...there's no exit in sight!
They amble and ramble, then they scramble your mind,
The past becomes present, as you'll presently find.
Once you're prodded and poked, then you're poked from behind,
And all of you thought that...Genghis Khan was unkind!
Then you find yourself back, right back where you started,
You've been prodded and poked, then neatly discarded.
Your mind has been snapped cuz, your brain's been bombarded,
White-eyed and caged with the...mentally departed!
They whisk off to D.C., what else could be sweeter,
"We can't "Peter" around, our ship's on the meter!"
"We just heard that your "Boss," 'snot much of a reader,"
"I can't read either Jack!"..."TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER!"
Get one's self entry into happiness.
That's deliberate, Straight forward,
User friendliness and Simplistic.
Happiness isn't glimpses for love in
The wrong places nor people and things.
Whilst all the moment in time existed inside
the writer.
Simple living, small pleasures of daily life easy
As ABC.
The English woman
There is an English woman who comes
to our flat twice a week to do housework
She has fallen on hard times, not for me to ask
She has five cats, and I think a man left her
She is publishing a book on Kindle when
I ask if it is about sweet kittens, and she laughs
My innocence tells me it is about love
She likes coming here, because she is not
overburdened with dirty dishes, my wife
seen to it that I do the cleaning and empty
the bins
She has lived a long time in Portugal, my
wife and her sit in the kitchen talking
For it is just another dream, that i do not wanted to sleep
Rigid past and cultural anemonies, wow that is so bad
Well, I have met this girl, after I tried to take it all
For myself ever never thought love would be a choice
Something made me swirl, for the emotions to come
For something myself never regret coming from
It was about and never from 2024, nor 25
It is about the present, something I hope would never seen
Where I cried in my pillows, the short message spanned
More weeks? More years? i do not know
I just want her near me - not obsessed for sure
But love is clear, I never wanted her time - presence commits
It may be, so something, that clearly uncommon
That this chances would come, for me to change myself
Upon the misery, the wisdom cannot help
But my heart trembles and I know it is not deaf
Give a chance - a man would wanted, or maybe more years.
Words from Abroad!
Rent just came out of the bank wearing a
different kind of city.
Seems as news like us won't turn around.
Some Easters don't give great advice
Linda Annie
She ths dressed day forgotten
Worked out of abandon
She the hip hop record outta San Fran mind
Bailed out on joy, full of hurt promises
Used as a mail box named
Linda Annie, wouldn't arrive
Wouldn't arrive lest the stage crowded in
Sop
Sop and left over dues
Over the diligent boss
Less convoluted when shalks grease the pat
What if,
We all strangers travelling the same road
What if,
We all desperate souls trapped in our own existence
What If,
We just lost and found beings
What if...
surviving_pawn
Hello Indiana
You beautiful like Ariana
Do you smoke Marijuana
It feels nice like you in Havana
Could we be like Dolce and Gabbana
Imma turn you into a star like Tatiana
Take you for a trip in the Savannah
I go make your dreams come true like Hallelujah
surviving_pawn
Specific Types of Adventure Poems
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