Addiction.
I'm not addicted, I just like a hit.
Here and there, I won't submit.
Just some... ya’know… I mustn’t acquit.
I'm not addicted, I don't need rehab
Cmon! I ain't no handicap!
I scratched, slashed, and slammed.
I'm not addicted! Just give me a hit!
No! I won't admit it!
I wish I were 6 feet deep in a casket!
I'm not addicted. See 3 years clean.
I'm in pain now, burns like kerosene.
Now I take Buprenorphine
I'm not addicted. Maybe just a hit?
I mean, I'm not really desperate.
I really shouldn't recommit.
I’m not addicted, well… yes, I am.
Back into the rehabilitation program.
I only took a milligram…
I’m not addicted. Well, I can't be.
Hanged from the roof, I'm a coward to flee.
Death comes for us all; now they're talking to me.
dear ladies
and good gentlemen
having heard testimony
from the Everlys
consider
love – the accused, sitting miserably before you
with his alter ego, hate
heart-broken, hurting
having, in a fleet moment
experienced agony and ecstasy
I ask you
to acquit
this is a case of temporary insanity
Fried deliciously in a skillet, lightly sautéed to perfection
Buns being toasted as we prepare to intensify our wants
Mmm so tasty is a patty being slid between two buns with lettuce, cheese , pickles, onions and your favorite sauce
Why not top it off with bacon and a fried egg
Still in all we have entered heaven then it is done with a delicious strawberry shake, I must acquit!!!
Sleep, gentle sleep, that doth acquit the day,
All that is dreary slip sliding away;
Enter the Dreamworld where we are divine,
Land of the roses with nothing to pine.
So here we are…
Brought into a world of discrimination and disarray
We are not the keystone but the voussoir
Simply a pebble on the pathway
Because hopefully our kids can figure it out
At least that is how we got here
“Oh, I'm sure someone will come about to resolve our extestential drought”
Unfortunately for us, the path is not clear
But does anyone apart from us understand that?
That the pressure put on us at such a young age
Can actually combat
The very thing they want to assuage.
Maybe no one understands it.
Maybe there’s nothing we can do but acquit.
Sometimes it can be very painful,
Or just plain embarrassing to admit.
When an icon fails to reach the pedestal,
And their fraud is hard to acquit.
The effort involved in this fabrication,
Took decades to sharpen and hone.
Where the 'PR' folks worked their magic,
Creating a genius instead of Al Capone.
This 'con' reached upon new levels,
With a portrait that extended coast to coast.
While a legendary status from industry
Followed, Hell, politics would be simple as toast!
And while this chapter remains unfinished,
A nervous nation awaits the painstaking review.
As the truth becomes convincing to judgement,
And the illusions disappear without a clue.
My heart is joyful, lightened, truly glad
on seeing her upright and standing tall.
Remembering the trials we both had,
A miracle she’s even here at all.
You may recall our little goat named Split,
Who got a parasite, fell deathly ill,
And how, as pseudo-vet I did acquit
Myself with google and no other skill.
Young Split recovered well enough to go
back where my grandkids live, though things were grim,
for she was hobbled, crippled, limping, slow;
her chance for full recovery was slim.
But time, it seems, has worked its magic spell;
Her leg is fully straight and bears her weight.
To a keen eye, her knee still has a tell.
Her quality of life is surely great.
In fact, today, while helping Genevieve
to feed the rabbits caged there next to her,
she playful chased and otherwise aggrieved
GV with frolic and a mirthful stir.
I think about how wonderful this is,
For kids to grow up side by side in play.
It conjures images of garden bliss,
Gives hope that all will be made right one day.
Has life ever been cheaper,
When doubting God grows steeper?
Love without justice perverts.
Justice sans morals subverts.
Despite the evil scheming,
God's spiritual streaming.
Doubt your doubts about the Lord.
Confessing them brings reward.
His past acts need reflection.
Remembrance foils defection.
His Providence revealing,
God's spiritual streaming.
So, wait for the end of it-
His faithfulness will acquit.
Remember, He's powerful,
Gathering up baskets full,
After thousands done feeding,
God's spiritual streaming.
Let the fools think they have won,
When God has only begun.
The wicked need to think twice,
Boasting about our demise.
Trusting Him is redeeming,
God's spiritual streaming.
When all has been said and done,
The Warrior-God, His Son,
Fulfills the Davidic reign,
And godliness is great gain.
All bow the knee esteeming,
God's spiritual streaming.
Dear lilies,
your bulb that spring up
are memories of hope and bliss
from flora in solitude.
(A prisoner acquit from confinement)
You rove lonely like the evening Moon
for two lover lurking privily at dark;
it is wonder you unclothe them
where bulbs of you are rooted.
Your varieties, I heard, are flossy
call it a “Rip of van winkle”
with many daisies taking it stands
to flourish in all spring.
The moment I realised how charming
you gloss the month of march
my fingers began sliding into extolment
caressing the faces of your rich flush
that blooms through the venetian sumac.
Reborn…here…now…without baggage.
Utterance of repentant lips.
Christ carried on cross the damage—
thorns, brambles, spikes, hooks of cursed whips.
“I’ve made my bed, now lie in it…”
Reborn here now without baggage!
Merciful Lord, my sins acquit.
Bitter, sweet and deep death passage…
Baptism’s pure salvation-salvage,
Refreshed with clean conscience, exposed.
Reborn here now without baggage.
Traded all my sorrows, composed.
I’m lifted up on eagle’s wings,*
Soaking up scriptures— love’s language.
I’m grateful for the King of kings.
Reborn here now without baggage.
10/14/2021
Dawn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
HMS *eagle’s is 2 syllables, counter lists 1 syllable
Rhymezone
Refrain, “Reborn here now without baggage,”
was a requirement of the contest sponsor.
Facing Facts
Written: by Miracle Man
3/19/2021
When facing the truth some resist and deny,
and being self centered are quick to decry.
Some, set in their ways, are unwilling to change,
thoughts put forth by others they quickly derange.
Truth isn't what it is but how some view it,
from truthful words spoken they choose to acquit.
In small minds they believe others always wrong,
always marching to the drumbeat of the throng.
Not a single person is happy on earth
Still we praise God for his bountiful love and worth
If God were all powerful as everyone affirms
Why doesn't he end all our problems and confirms
So many die of hunger, so many unwell
Every one suffering, for many life is a hell
If he were a true father, he should find this unbearable
With true love his actions are no way comparable
Scriptures state we suffer for our sins
Because God gave us free will we sin
When we sin he watches without stopping us
Either he lacks power or doesn't care about us
God is heartless and merciless of all
Every sin we do punishment does befall
Sinners he will never acquit
No one can sin and get away with it
What I feel I am telling you
God is as helpless as me and you
If not helpless at least moody for sure
Not all you ask you will get I am sure
I feel God is neither bad nor good
He is a mere spectator doing what he should
He is doing it all maybe for livelihood
His role is definitely misunderstood
23.03.2021
Submitted to :
Contest Name : It only seems that way
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
He calls me naïve and I reply with a smile,
but in my dreams he whispers words of love;
my cravings fed:
fully sated.
He says I'm a foolish child; innocent and sweet,
but if he knew about our midnight trysts,
I wonder if he would find me guilty,
or acquit me for such intimate reveries.
If my fantasies are a sin;
should I be ashamed of my crime?
I dare not sleep,
perchance to dream.*
2/9/21 Fragmented Verse Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Phrase spoken by Shakespeare's Hamlet
Though they filed in one by one and marching to the music
The decree was silence yet those devils kept marching
The Day of Judgement has been coming for a long time
Praying for solace , and waiting for the rain
Refreshing rain to wash the parade of inequity but the marching
The rain doesn’t condemn ,it renews and refreshes and remembers
Remembers the past and nurtures the future and the tide
Don’t forget the tide , it brings one in and takes it back
Those rubberneckers keep me alert for the Sun
They get inside of me waiting for me to make just one mistake
But the sun waits for me as well as does the rain but the marchers
They plod on and on but God found me free and gave me ablution
Let the bells toll, the children sing and the sun shine on all of me
If the thought doesn’t fit you must acquit
For All who suffer Depression
A friendship made can often fade
I had one that quickly decayed
Loyalty was just a charade
I was dismayed I was dismayed
My eyes did not at first conceive
the lies her tongue began to weave
Slanderous words that made me grieve
I was naive I was naïve
She criticized me on twitter
Her betrayal left me bitter
What a mean gossiping critter
Won't acquit her Won't acquit her
Cruel, the rumors she had spewed
She needs a change of attitude
A real friend is never that crude
Hateful or rude Hateful or rude
Was upset when double crossed
Then realized nothing was lost
My looks burned her like Winter frost
Friendship tossed Friendship tossed
They day I told her we were through
She said, "I was a friend to you."
I walked away because she knew
It was not true It was not true
From ones like that, I turn away
Devious people who betray
She taunted like a mocking jay
And I, her prey And I, her prey
January 5th, 2021
Watered-Down Juice Contest by Edward Ibeh
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