You no like
it's all right
Adjustment
It'll be fine
take little time
Adjustment
Not your color
we got others
Adjustment
On to tight
make it right
Adjustment
Made for you
like brand new
Adjustment
Price is good
buy you should
Adjustment
Pay cash please
change no need
Adjustment
Off we go
corner to slow
Adjustment.
Reawakened at last but the strings not finely tuned
For the long haul requires a healthy rebirth
Now I search for new sources of fulfillment
I cannot return to the past of sheer coping
The birth of sustained happiness requires unrest
Like an addict breaking old habits I grit to endure
He has given me another chance but a tougher course
If I make it and the instrument of my life can be sound
Then I will truly be worthy the gift I was given, mercy
I puff my chest and put on my imaginary helmet
Life is growing pains but like a seed I must start somewhere
In the throes of Death — a Lull —
As if the Universe withdrew
Its Breath — to let the Mortal — feel
The Edges of the New —
It is not Punishment — to go —
Nor yet a minted Prize —
But something like a Corridor
Where Souls — may Realize —
That Growth — is not a Province held
By Childhood — nor by years —
But blossoms last — in furthest Frost
Unnoticed — by our Tears —
So when the Lantern — gutters low —
And Silence claims the Room —
Remember — Life is but a Seed
That opens — in the Tomb.
I need a new drug
One that won’t make me pee
A fresh new outlook that will just let it be
I want to see the world
Through rose-colored lenses
I want to fly like an eagle
And mend all my fences
But time . . .
Time keeps on slippin’
And I’m slippin’ with it
A month is a day
A year is a week
More is less and less is more
I keep thinking it’s 25 or 6 to four
Maybe I’m a drag
Cause I sure do need
A brand new bag
Don’t mean to be rude
Don’t need a new dude
Don’t wanna be crude
But Lord, wontcha buy me
A new attitude
Oh flesh of many colors,
brothers all are we,
placing the Holy Spirit
above us on our knees.
No matter what we’re labeled
by those who sell a grace,
when names and slogans start to fly,
be calm and hold your place.
A yearning, kindly human heart
is only satisfied
through service to our Father,
not willful selfish pride.
Attitudes need adjustment
for loving, patient deeds:
objective understanding
not subjective, deceiving creed.
Oh flesh of many colors,
sisters all are we.
Beyond the ego, church, and flag,
the truth becomes a plea.
Character matters addressed by the Kings,
By attitude adjustment - repentance of sin,
From heaven and earth with prayers for the dream:
Love is the standard, not the color of skin.
Society ever closer since the cross and the speech,
Elections - selections - the dream’s coming true.
Honest acknowledgment confirm it in fact:
The colors that matter are Red, White, and Blue.
Celebrate harmony, peace, and our likenesses:
Immeasurable benefits packaged in loveliness.
Why must we be called a raciest statement?
Why not the name our parents named us?
It will always be prejudice,
And can know one person stop it alone!
If they are wide enough to steep that low.
Some people will, but most people wont.
Try to put an end to prejudice.
That is why I named this poem Color Adjustment.
We have to adjust to each others race.
Do not worry about the appearances.
Just worry about the heart in them.
What they are made of?
How they treat you?
Some people will have to search for confidence in themselves.
To see what's best for them self down the journey of survival.
It is probably what others always say.
They just have to accept them for their self.
The rise in prices
Price increase becomes
Price adjustment
But the rise is something different
Unlike the tide
It only rises
And never falls
It's seasonal
Just like the durian
Every year at least once
With the Financial Report
And Unlike the durian it seldom falls
If it doesn't rise
The piece of cake is smaller
Less tasty
If it falls
The cake is even smaller
And maybe changes flavour
Unlike the fall of durians
In the olden days
Which makes everybody happy
Especially the poor planters
And the gluttons
The rise in prices
Makes most of the people sad
Especially the under income
And everybody centres on the rise
Has forgotten the rise of wages
I hope one day the wages will rise too
And never fall
Psychic is the new normal - Chad Mercree
It was the flowing time then
I flew free with the flock in convivial sky
I could join the kith and kin
Sing together the spring song.
It was the flowing time then
I returned to the lively nest
To be with you all in fond closeness
Of unrestrained cordial intimacy.
It is the stalled time now
The menacing shadow of invisible virus
Turned the nest into a cage
Morale languishes isolated in abyss.
It is the stalled time now
Changed scenario redefined intimacy
Struggling to recoup the secluded psyche
I adjust with the ways of new normal.
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January 22, 2022
Contest :BUZZWORDS
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
To those trying to vex me I must say, "I don't mean to be rude,
But you need to make an adjustment to your appalling attitude."
October 8, 2021
Your Best Rhyming Couplet #3
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
the steady hand of concerned people
gifted folk who have studied
how to treat and cure
they labor to remedy the
sickness
they quarantine, isolate and explore.
they in harms way are
puzzled
then break through
guides their path
comparison studies the researcher
to guide them down
the right path
might they prayers of every releigon
stop to thank God
for these women and men
they ajust and readjust
to help many
so we might stand to labor again
Again, this place, again
Nothing new under the sun
What I'm experiencing anew
Has already been done
Back in '92, I almost gave up
But I pressed into the pain
I faced my past with courage
And used my loss for gain
I've stopped dreaming of magic
And that a happy ending awaits
Instead, I live and love in moments
Constantly adjusting my plate
Today, grief is on the menu
Bitter sorrow rises, again, in my throat
Not to worry, just my harmony
Hitting a sour note
Look, there's Morticia on the piano
Pounding out the black soot
Even with the chains of loss
Wrapped, tightly, around her foot
Without the minor keys in living
There would be no need for major strikes
Although I will adjust my playing
It will no longer be based on unanimous likes
.....because I'm finally at home in me
written by Trudy Schrader on 08-31-2018
We should try to watch our language
It's causing a lot of anguish
Eyes filled up with saddened tears
When others no longer care
About feelings they are using
As they like how the abusing
Hateful words are causing pain
Driving others so insane
How can this kind of violence be
Part of a society
That has become so accepting
It is wrong and so upsetting
How the hearts of people are
Taking hatred way to far
And can't notice all the fear
That is produced everywhere
This world really needs to know
How much it's starting to grow
Into a land of disrespect
And something we can't accept
Hurting others is spiteful
And becoming very frightful
to many innocent victims
We really need a new system
That is being played over again
Letting love and lightness in
The closed hearts of every bully
Until they become so truly
A more decent human being
And their hatred is sent fleeing
Into a darkened place so far
It wont leave another scar
On others who want to see
Love and care by you and me
in the frail blue dusk,
that comes as prelude to dark,
there's a fragile lapse,
one period so oblique,
it's called neither night or day.
this brief moment comes
as if designed to be our
period of adjustment,
before darkness wraps its arms
and the daylight lets us go
there is grace and ease,
that punctuates the twilight,
pausing long enough,
so that we are given chance
to embrace what we can't see.
when last,... it's my time...
to walk in frail blue dusk
one last time, I pray
to have the same exquisite
period of adjustment
_____________________________________________________
Contest: "Time is of the Essence"
Resubmitted for P.D.'s contest: 100 In a Row #13
Computer Adjustment
Oh! do I need a computer fix
I do want to throw some bricks
my life is wrapped around my computer
it is always playing its tricks
eighty percent is spent sitting and staring
reading, playing, and writing
while I sit here and play, my butt gets bigger
there is no blaming
behind the computer
everything goes to a blur
I started writing and forget to save
my language is a blooper
poor hubby gets neglected
at least I’m not mud
I'm addicted to the computer what can I say
while l lay in bed, I’m haunted
why do I even bother
to get the answer
while I sit here my butt gets bigger and aches
there is no reason for anger, it’s my comforter
© 3/26/2015
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