I often wake up tired
Too much cerebral housecleaning
Dusting, filing, musing
Feeding the demons
They are less likely to act up
If they are nurtured
Recognized for what they are
I no longer fear them
But they must be kept
Cowering in the dark
Waiting for me
To tuck them in
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four
school was my earthly life for longer than most
I taught until I was seventy-two, my brain now toast
today was the first day of school I did not return
my health is bad; I thought I would be in an urn
you will hate being home, you will cry said Guy.
He knows me, but I am glad not to work. Here’s why.
The drive was horrible, forty minutes each way.
I could not bear it one more second, let alone another day.
I pictured the children at school, with a staff that is new.
Eight new teachers, and a new counselor and nurse too.
So many vacancies, filled by teachers who are brand new.
One of them has a September 3rd baby due!
school is wonderful for those who want to learn.
The others stir everyone up, a huge concern.
When they act up, taking the class hostage all day,
There is no way learning is happening, simply no way!
Things changed so drastically, it is no longer a good place.
The behavior problems are horrible, it is a big disgrace.
Many parents are ready to blame the teachers for their action.
Teaching these days is hard work, with much less satisfaction.
Many decades ago,
You would rarely here
Anything about or see
An elderly person
Act up, they use to
Call it senile but this day
And time, it is hard to believe
That so many people have come
Up with a disease that
They call dementia, which is
Similar to senile
Is it the chemicals in the water
I know i broke your heart but baby let me fix it they won't see us apart i'm sorry i was trippin you mad all the time i hate when you be dissin all the time you on my mind it wasn't my intention I needed you the most you be given hope to me my heart was on the floor why won't you pick it up for me I don't know where to go but baby don't give up for me I take you to my show show you what i'm offering you can be my bunny and i can be yo clyde you can be my ride and i can be yo die just give me one more chance and i'ma make it right baby i'ma be right by yo side baby hold on to me tight I see the opponent for you I could donkey I just see how you approach me, because baby, I got motion back up back up back up before I shoot don't act up act up get rid of you got shooters on the roof got shooters on the trees big K got respect around the city thats on me I go hard every time I see and I know that she got me
Soft brown eyes with sharp tongue
Meaning to distract the dumb
A little warning before a slap
Hard knocks hard life traps
Lots of love when you are ill
Prayers hugs and home cooked meal
Long black stares when you act up
Quick glare with action follow up
Eating less so kids eat more
Needing blessing cause it fell on the floor
Home is warm not rich or poor
Middle class until we pay the Lord
Tithes a tenth or feel her wrath
Need consent in church to laugh
At a joke meant for the mature
Holy Ghost will keep us pure.
She wears name brand from the thrift
But yours is new and a purchased gift
She loves hard makes it easier for you
Praying to God as mothers do.
Thin are the lines between love and hate,
Between life and death...
But I'll tell of your fate
With my dying breath...
I open my eyes wide
To see through the windows of your soul
All those long nights I've cried
Longing to know all of your traumas untold.
You may bleed for me
As I long for you
Dry those pain filled tears
Replace them with the mornings dew
They may hold a blade to my throat
And a gun to my head
But betray you? I won't
Not even after I'm dead.
Weave all your lies
Brew all your secrets
Hiding from the truth breaks ties
And seduces lowlife miscreants
I walk these dark streets nightly
Dressed as a man
Keeping my act up and my truth locked tightly
As secure as I can
The skies may seem to change
From day to day and stage to stage
But the city below
Ebbs and flows
While I alone remain
To observe the possibilities
Of bringing beauty out from the stains....
-Caitlin Rockey
Folks say I'm struggling
That I'm old and confused,
They don't see all the haggling
Which leaves them bemused.
My colleagues are wordy
My enemies too,
But my willpower is sturdy
As I'm all for the Blue.
If now a bit slower
Even friends I seem faze,
But post Trump the bar's lower
And that's my fail safe.
The Media's a pain
What's with the shouting,
I shan't play their game
Their continual doubting.
Then there's old Bernie
And his Marxists galore,
With their bone headed journey
To simply point score.
Republicans matter not a bit in my mind
Obstructive and loudly they wail,
But Politics taught to never be kind
So let them act up and sullenly rail.
As to the Trumpers, what can I say
They live in a universe all of their own,
Their partisan anger a cause for dismay
While the stolen election they relive every day.
When all's said and done I'm proud of my job
Obama's on side to bring me relief,
My one secret weapon to quieten the mob
Sharing the load to make my weeks brief.
(fact)
The freaks had picked the wrong family to mess with.
Emotional disturbance was caused in my son life.
Everything my son feel I go through it too for we are family.
As you can see being from the carribean nobody mess with our children and assume they will live a happy life.
I am a mother who will pray on you souls even on your children life.
My son is my precious and one of a kind.
No body can't level up to him not even a relationship, nor
A freak that desperate for some.
I am a person of my word when I say family is more important than everyone I stare at. I will even break your heart for my son is more worthy than you.
Now that I see not only the freaks been violating my son life and mine and they to wonder why my son act up from being provoke from you like a dumbass freak.
As his mother who loves him dearly. I am gonna ruined your reputation for all you have done including with air earth fire water if you know what that means.
Some days I listen
Some days I talk
Some days I run
Some days I just stroll
Some nights I sleep
Some nights I read
Some nights I follow
Some nights I just wander
Sometimes I will
Sometimes I won't
Sometimes I rhyme
Sometimes... Not so much
Life does tend to act up a lot
It operates on its own time
And for some oddball reason, in spite of us all
It doesn't always sound the same
DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN.
HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN,
I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER.
I WAS BOUNCING AROUND WHEN I SPOTTED A KEEPER.
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WITH A SCIENTIFIC TYPE NAME.
SHE SIMPLY PREFERRED, BEING CALLED MARY JANE.
HER PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO DRIVE AWAY PAIN,
FROM THOSE PLAGUED WITH ARTHRITIS EVEN MENTALLY INSANE.
HER WORK IS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY HER JELLS.
QUITE THE RELIEF FOR THOSE LIVING IN HELL.
SHE'S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, WITH A BAD REPUTATION.
IN THE MEDICAL WORLD, SHE'S KNOW ACROSS NATIONS.
SO HERE WE STAND BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
AND ALL WE WANT IS ARTHRITIS BE GONE.
Gut Gripes
There is a man who eats hand grenades.
They go Kaboom! in his big fat belly.
You ask why does he eat them?
He's got a slight indigestion problem.
A trip to the doctors gave no joy.
As did anti acid tablets.
Changing his diet helped for a while.
But his stomach gripes returned twice as bad.
Then he remembered the box of grenades.
They belonged to his granddad.
He had nothing to lose.
So he pulled the pin and off popped off the spoon.
With a grin he swallowed the live grenade.
He stomach moaned before the bomb went boom.
It was like a whale being kicked in the balls.
His guts gave a mighty heave and he did a double back flip.
Then landed on floor and grinned before passing out.
When he came too he felt a little bit better.
For good measure he ate another grenade.
It was just like before but it cured his indigestion.
Now it's time for a curry and spicy kebab.
Then twenty pints of beer.
Just like the old days when anything went.
Eat what you want with no damn problems.
If his guts act up it's time for a grenade!
When you're hurt by someone you love and trust
You become sad a jumbled mass of nerve- crushed
You cover your bleeding self with a crust of smile
Heart aches tears roll and you knock him a country mile
It is easy to hold a grudge and on flame with anger
You are swallowed by bitters and cannot muffle the banger
You are wrapped up in blues and sun is hellish moor
You feel the chill of life and monsters on the spoor
But you see the other end they are bent out of shape
They are in pain and act up in the minute of scrape
Put yourself in his place and think of deadly hours
You can find a ravished land where is no heaven-showers
So forgive him be one with him it'll cure your scar
"I forgive you brother let us enjoy the morning star"
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It’s good to take precautions
When you’re going on a trip –
Umbrella, bug spray, meds will ease
Your mind when in your grip.
Yet even if you’re more prepared
Than someone would advise,
There always is the chance that you’ll
Encounter a surprise.
For who can really tell you what
The future has in store?
And health or weather may act up
In ways not seen before.
So pack your suitcase to the brim
In full anticipation
That all your efforts cannot
Guarantee a smooth vacation.
A rainy day – I stay at home
But notice something odd –
A constant need to nosh
Has me on kitchen promenade.
A bowl of chips, a Twizzler
And some sugar-coated nuts –
My salivary glands act up
The minute my mouth shuts.
Some sweet and sour cucumber
My husband’s sliced real thin –
I scarf a few and walk away
But soon I’m reeled back in.
A piece of cookie, just a bite,
For hunger’s not the lure –
When antsiness attacks,
A little snack must be the cure.
It’s dangerous to be inside
For most of a long day,
‘Cause doing so affects your mind
And also what you weigh!
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