In such a way where it's almost amusing, I get to sit here on achy feet, and a leaning flat pain like metal bars against my chest. I wasn't even allowed to exhale.
It's, like a circus attraction, unavoidable to stand here in a spotlight, and not feel the mockery from a crowd that only draws inhale in my mind. That they knew the knives I call my thoughts, the ones they flung at a spinning wheel I know as my heart, weren't random conjurations, but true sentiments in hopes of nothing but wasted time.
Why was it all wasted time? What do I learn? What do I gain but the soreness of discarded feelings, ones I've spent my whole existence pining for, to keep firing off like flares of a ship that didn't need saving but acknowledgement, and ones I needed to fortify because the universe knows there are too many cruelties that want to drown someone like me.
All for bruises, twinges, and someone to tell me I'm growing up,
because why wouldn't growing up mean more strain?
Categories:
achy, angst,
Form: Free verse
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
Thewaves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
Categories:
achy, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
The waves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
Categories:
achy, art, destiny, dream, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
With age I’ve grown tired,
weary but not insane.
My bones are rather achy,
but my heart is too humane.
At night my vision is blurry,
with pills I kill my pain.
My hearing aid does help,
for sound to reach my brain.
But offensive words do fall,
in ear just like the rain.
It’s true I am short on temper,
but calm I do remain.
In need of care and kindness,
My soul I must retain.
My life has reached it’s twilight,
just like a passing train.
My deeds surpass my age,
There is no more to gain.
Life is just a journey,
And days on this terrain.
No one should fear death,
a pass to the next domain.
To all I bid farewell,
for soon we’ll meet again.
Categories:
achy, age, appreciation, care, death,
Form: Rhyme
His idle head
went running, jogging,
racing in a convertible Porsche.
A wicker chair creaks,
images arise behind closed eyes.
Out there, beyond his sight,
people watch him sprinting away,
dogs chase and yap -
running like that
can get you fizzy-dizzy.
No, he will go shopping
for a Tesla,
or a Chevy Corvette.
Which?
Decision making
always made him dither-some
and achy.
Too much purchasing power
quite tired him out.
The sun, was by now,
falling asleep on his skin
as he rocked back and forth
counting pots of gold.
Categories:
achy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Muddled mind, achy, stuffiness, nonsense nonrhyming poetry.
10/18/2023
Categories:
achy, feelings,
Form: Monoku
out on my legs
little shaky
little flaky
achy
blue jay scolding
it sees my weak ankle
it knows
mercilessly mocking
got to walk
car at the nail salon
stalk my own steps
slow way to go
been
ballet dancing
in a barrel of beer
fell out of bed
inside a dream like that
i am lame
swollen
holding up
hanging on
manfully
i stumble onward
to Brannigan's Bar.
Categories:
achy, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
As if in a blink
Gone are the days
Rolling in the grass
Scratches, bumps, and scrapes
As if in a blink
Memories play like a movie
I am the hero, the villain
And oh yes, comic relief
As if in a blink
Awakening to the sunrise
Back pains and achy joints
As I rub my hazy Red eyes
In a blink
I am suddenly old
And gone are the days
When time was forever
Categories:
achy, growing up, life, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Ouch! Alright, I confess to overuse,
But easy does it, tiger. Good grief!
Must you kick me when I'm down?
When do you go numb? I beg, release...
Your grip on my achy calf muscle!
Categories:
achy, how i feel, pain,
Form: Verse
I look into the mirror wondering where the time has gone
I see only a shell of myself, It really hadn’t been that long Just tired bones and achy feet that barely shuffle around
The years have been mighty rough on the top side of the ground
But I have memories of faded years, filled with many a scheme
Don’t tell me even as broke down as I am, that I’m too old to dream
Why, I’ve had a life of dreams that I managed to bring into the fold
More adventures and pleasures and the memories are untold
One experience after another that years can never erase
And many tried to defeat me, more than I care to face
The thief of time has stolen my days, like a river erodes the land
It has worn down my hopes and torn away my plans
My body has forsaken me so, on the past I must lean
Though the snares of life block my way
Am I too old to dream?
42
Categories:
achy, age, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Achy brain,
Cunning dismal ethic frame,
Guides help--
Infinite jam kindness
Laughs mimic
Nervous options pretend
Quakes reactions
Success timed urgency
Violent warning xanthan
Yielding zealous!
Categories:
achy, allusion, care, character, conflict,
Form: ABC
puddles in potholes
damp cool morning will burn
before monsoon busts open
achy stiff start per usual
body creaks to the bathroom
teeth brushed face splashed
hair undisheveling--attempted
throw on a cap, shorts and a tee
triple shot breve lubricates
enough for brain function
and creak-free movement
shoulders and core bask
in the pleasant glory of yesterday's golf
a quite satisfying round
so much so, I'm a little dehydrated
good to golf with son
good to help him get far away
from where he's been
(why we thank them)
good we still talk like we do
takes some time to get back home
even after the big reunion
he's still him and what's still there
will make it's way back
when he's through
worrying about everyone else
up at the ranch with the coati's
and his in-laws
is a good place to be
for a day or two
just what his soul
needs to wake up to
life is good
there's puddles in potholes
and more monsoon around the corner
soon and very soon
waterfalls will spill down canyon walls
and the river will run dry--no more
Categories:
achy, father son, golf, home,
Form: Free verse
And
Goat heads, cockleburs, and cow pies.
These are the things
we live with, in the country.
Some you step on,
some travel in your clothes,
and some stink.
Foxtails.
That sounds so beautiful.
They are terrible.
They cling and bring pain
to the feet of dogs.
Don't get me started...
on mosquitoes and blood-sucking vermin...
that find us all in the day,
and in the night.
Yet we still go outside.
We still want to touch,
trees, and flowers...
and lay in the grass.
Ticks stay away,
fleas go somewhere else.
This is the best place,
to be calm and set the pace...
backward, or at least slowdown.
Chores make the time pass without notice.
Tired muscles and an achy back
replace the need to be concerned...
about the small things.
Yet inside,
peace reigns.
Even at the cost of life's
tiny inconveniences,
there is a payment of joy,
that only He can dole out.
Categories:
achy, adventure, christian, creation, garden,
Form: Free verse
I can hear you,
I can hear your words.
Pretty feathers don't always
Make pretty birds.
I'm not blind to
What is real?
I was aware of the things
You tried to conceal.
Most times I could
Go with the flow.
Other times it was
Touch and go.
I honed in, I really listened,
No words were spoken.
You tried to hide it,
My heart is broken.
You are judged no matter
What you do.
It works out better,
If you take care of you.
Every time you said something,
You told me I was crazy.
What it is, my heart is,
Achy breaky.
I smile now, I knew
And seen some things.
I knew about your rendezvous,
Your work flings.
Every lie spoke
Some truth.
I knew all about your secret,
sweet tooth.
Turbo1904 ?
Categories:
achy, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
Wah-ooo, wah-ooo,
Oo-oo, oo-oo, oo.
Wah-ooo, wah-ooo,
Oo-oo, oo-oo, oo.
Walkin' dow-nuh street
On me achy feet
Allah li'l birdies go
Tweet tweet tweet
Wah-ooo, wah-ooo,
Oo-oo, oo-oo, oo.
Not gonna crawl
In frunnuh you all
Maybe gonna hide unner
A sheet, sheet, sheet.
Ah-ooo, ah-ooo,
Oo-oo, oo-oo, oo.
Categories:
achy, bird, crazy, me, music,
Form: Lyric
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