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Whence misty eye's are in the
shortest of supply on tepid day's
Pop the cork on that vintage
finest magnum brut champagne
you we're saving for a special
occasion
And raise a toast to everyone and
everything you are going to miss
Every girl you wished you had
kissed and opportunity that
went aria for fear to tread
And put to bed all solom regret
Because the time has come
for one and all
To call upon said ticking clock
at hour half past six
And replace the carpets shed and
so threadbare
And stained roses that are but
petal buds laden with despairing
apparition
On mantle such lacklustre ornaments
denoting spring is out of season
That no one but the clouds abide to
For when the funeral carriage
horse's return to hey laden stables
And their blinkered eye's once
covered up are opened wide
Do not a tide of leaves wish to
leave in their wake
For fear they know and understand
the purpose of their daily commuting
of their charges
Followed by the weeping mourners
dressed in blackened amplitude
Know they are but one small step behind
And more poignant also now one step
closer also
To seeing their cherished loved
one's once again
So lest us not come to recall
upon this day with dread and
sorrow
But rather as our parting shot
across the bow of earthly death
and tears
Safe and comfortable in the
knowledge
This is the beginning not the end
DESTROYER vs' GARETH # 3
You hit me a bit on the 3rd round
I'm not easy to knock on the ground
Literarily I'm still on my feet
In poetry, there are no side effects
Still your words have no sound
I came out of nowhere, like a threat
Your mind blew a cold sweat
Like a cigarette, I smoked you:-(
I made you sit on your poo
You don't have what it takes for Russian Roulette:-(
I put your file in a shame book
Stuck you in a cell hole, like a crook
My identity I give it a twirl
My only pearls found in a Play Girl
Between my legs, take one last look:-)
Gareth, permission to call a lawyer
Surrender your pen, to the destroyer
Apparently this you did not enjoy
Sentence of community service, WATERBOY!!
Under the supervision, "I am your new employer."
You had your head start
You miss like a blind dart
Now you called the last stop
Unfortunate I'm on top
Vultures devouring sweet flesh,
spit your words out like a fart.
On your second round, cutting you slack.
Are you done with the Anxiety attack:-(
A fountain pen, paper, packed by your Mother.
She threw them out by the gutter.
Mr James, time is up, hit the road, Jack.
The POETRY DESTROYER,
just struck back.
NOTE: (-: fun.:-)
Being real requires you
not to conform to society's lies and
learn about what makes you vibe
and embracing it
Standing firm for the things you love
and taking the negative things and erasing it
Refuse to let it rear it's ugly head
Negativity comes from how you process the nonsense you've been fed
I recognize it's easy to be misled
SO
I encourage you to find the truth in what's been said
and gain knowledge of self
because I just can't help but to moan about
the many who allow themselves to become slaves of misunderstanding
ignorance begets ignorance and it's time for overstanding.
Simply repeating affirmations of well being is a start in achieving what needs to be
addressed...Simply repeating affirmations of well being is a start in achieving what
needs to be addressed.
Meditate on that
Wrap tie your hair ladies show some respect
And in the meantime
haters got gray contacts attached to their pride
denying who they are
accepting that black is a disease and that it's ok to be called a nigg(a)er
I was once considered 2/3 of a person
How does this make sense I just can't fig(a)ure.
Treated like my ancestors before me
didn't slave for this country and that the
blood sweat and tears from their tired foot steps running
Was just a thing! BUT SCREW THAT
I want reparations
AND a formal apology
No matter how mediocre it may seem!
and 40 acres and a mule just not enough for those uprooted
and forced by guns and was seized
Transported like sardines
and thrown overboard for the sharks to eat
The rest brought here to perform dirty deeds
Sold, bought, separated and hung by the noose
of the thought of running away
Illegal for me toeven learn
so I fight for the children of today
By encouraging them not to become modern day slaves
and teaching them to take advantage of a system
where some still deny that black is ok
Reminding them that change takes time
But there's power in numbers
So it's time to
UNITE
You rise above me on your lofty pedestal
Cracking your razored whip
Ordering my possibilities
Leaving your intricate patterns on my back
Red lace adorns your masterpiece
I chip at the base of your column
Choosing for your mighty to fall
You are unaware of your teetering
Cracks adorn your insignificance
Your monument betrays you
True power lays waste to your beliefs
The bottom always determines what stays on top
Look into these eyes
See past your own disaster
My power resides within my compassion
I do not wish to rule your castle
Freedom lives beyond your gates
I was not born to be your enemy
Hate does not flow through these veins
Justice shall not be served by my blade
You instead scurry to the top of your rubble
Impale yourself with rusted sword
Fleeing your own salvation
You answer your ghosts
Delivered by you own injustice
No one left to mourn your passing
You believed you could go no lower
Unaware Hell would embrace you in serpent arms
After all you descended from your father
A fallen angel has no where else to fall
Verlena S. Walker's Slam Round 2 contest.
Blackbirds singing in jackboots
Women freshening and powdering
in the Men's room
A child is born without square eye's
and cell phone permanently attached
to it's inner ear
Traversing footsteps under a star
with both maternal loving married
parents expectantly awaiting a
cradle beside
Waning Luna quarter moon tide
lapping in and out the countryside
Clotting blood splattered indiscriminately
outside the chalk line box
A hairdresser shearing blonde locks
off for a charitable cause or donation
appeal
A doctor delivering a terminal diagnosis
Whilst in the other room a child is born
and miraculous life saving medical
procedure is being performed
Everyone's purpose is as light as a floating feather.
Unfortunately, the focus on it is like stirring mud
in weather that currently coats fog on past tense
verbs and a current that doesn't flow in any particular
direction within current words.
It deprives everything involved; it is misunderstood.
In a field of dandelions that have turned into
the tooth of the lion, blow the seeds that have become
transparently lovely, the flowers we consider weeds,
with a harmonica full of soul that makes snowfall and
sunshine toast a drink and dance together in a
direction that makes adjectives jealous.
Maybe a seed will land in the sea and it will be buried
in the sand when the riptide buries the root,
and your song will become as bluesy and intense as the tides.
There is a chance that an eagle will grace your presence and
a stranded quill will land under the part of the wing you lost
to lift you up. Even with an intense mist and heavy covering,
you're willing to ruin a good stirring spoon.
Be grateful for however you get your feather floating.
CRAYON
You can find me in the zoo.
Never will I be the beauty of a peacock.
I do not match with color blue.
I can be the color of a rock.
I am not the color that stands out to you.
My best friend is color green.
We make mother nature feel complete.
The color of the ocean is my enemy.
Drowning land taking away my color of space.
You find my color in chocolate, on a baby face.
You find my roots deep in a forest.
I provide you shelter with the color of my wood.
My soils give you the beauty of a florist.
My color can be changed from bad to good.
A simple color never understood
80% of of my eye color dominate the rest.
Before the butterfly leaves its cocoon
I support the bird in its nest.
I raised the pecan to seed with the moon.
A certain color that carries no tune.
My color is stored in a snickers candy bar.
A color that is not so pretty, but can be very sweet.
It can be worst, I can be the color of tar.
I am the dark brown dirt under every ones feet.
Kidnap by the drains of water like thieves
Brown the color so messy, but yet so neat.
Brown I am as the deep blue sea.
By; P.D.
((p.s. just trying out something
besides Free Verse,,lol,,and Slam))
If These Walls Could Talk
If these walls could talk, how dare you ask such a thing?
What do you think we do, and remember we see everything?
You come in here and bang the door the plaster looses its hold
Never think of what you’ve done, your actions loud and bold
I could tell your mum some tales, the boys you bring in here
And you never know I might- I even know about the beer…
Your thoughtless ways, you draw on me, and dig holes with a pen
Then you scream it’s your bedroom, and slam the door again
You want to be careful girl just because you abuse me and you kick
I may have stood for 8o years but you really make me sick
I was once proud and smooth and you have knocked great chunks out of me
But I will get my own back, just you wait and see
The next time you bring him in here and think that no one knows
I will show them what you are, all your sins I’ll put on show
One more bang will be your last that much I promise you
For when you bang the door and him, I am gonna drop down on you two.
© 09/09/2012
Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like
There’s little for me about you to like
And you see the real issue here, the problem
lies when you try to use the system
because how will you begin to describe a rose?
Is it the smell, the name, the beauty, the function? All those
are all multilayered and you can’t just slam it a name
Beautiful. Damn it's not just the same.
And that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you
Refined, elegant, intelligent, beautiful, mon Dieu
It’s not just something I could label with one word
One of those of which you’ve heard
That they eclipse the sun wherever they are
While others walk on the moon, they are the star
Like the purple gold of the bolivianita
Brilliance all colliding in the chiquitita
It’s a great an honor for me you see
That this seraph knows me
And if I was to give her a face a being
Joy, joy that’s her thing.
The best writters write about what they know
So i was told or so the story goes
So what better then to write about than one's very own family and lasting memories
So let me start by saying this is neither a good or happy one to tell
And to this day still leaves a bitter taste and so many questions left unanswered
And is about or revolves around the treatment of my grandad by his only son
My Mum is one of 2 children 7 year's older than her younger brother Thomas
Who used to visit his daughter lisa
regularly who lived right next door adjacent to his childhood home
And when seeing him pulling up the smile upon my granddad face as he used to think our Thomas will be calling in to see us when he is done only to be replaced by pain and embarrassment when he cruely drove away
People used to say and it was widely thought or known in jest that i was my granddads favorite
But i knew that sadly wasn't true and
my place when he looked right through me and nothing i could do say could reconcile his broken heart
Luckily my Mum came home to live and look after her father and nursed him until the day he died when he eventually called in
The prodigal son then returned with will in hand
to take over proceedings from here on in
Better late than never i suppose ?
Oh yeah that's right
Sorry that phrase does not apply
in this case
As to why you let him die or go to his
grave without explaing ?
What exactly he could have done so wrong
to have had such a bitter vindictive son ?
Just how cruel and careless can 1 human be to another
than not to afford them 1 single moment of your precious time
No final word no venting no getting off your chest
no restitution no absolution
You used to go out with his best friend for a pint
to the pub for a drink but never invited him
And told your sister upon her arrival back to look after him
you can come and stay with us you can't stay with him his house is not liveable in
You through whom i ended up buying and owning the deeds to your family home because that you grew up in as a child
because you valued money and wanted your share and half
Who you eventually came to realize that which you prize
I now own i will never sell back to thee
Because what you did to my granddad your father was
genuinely unforgivable