My concern for home safety is great.
I would leave in a bad mental state
if I checked things just once,
so I won’t be a dunce.
I’ll check two more times. Shopping can wait!
Parents mold their children just like a pan to a cake
How ever you're instructed gives your life it's shape
What you're taught as a child you will never forget
Understanding the morals of others...
You will have a fit
Down from your failures to your major accomplishments
Learning responsibility on a job to timely paying your rent
Clueless that your parents were preparing you for life
Now you thank them for teaching you what is right
Times that you felt that they were being hard on you
They we're preparing you to always know what to do
Good thing as parents they didn't slack on the job
Raising you to turn into the most laziest slob
The decisions you make reflects off your childhood
Parents are aware that childhood affects adulthood
A person aborted her child at about four months along, closer to five months. She said the child was male, she said she just didn't want to be tied down.
This same person never conceived again. Throughout her life she made ways to undermine her sisters to their own children. This wicked undermining
caused problems for the childrens relationships with their own mothers.
This person has also done similar things to others. Someday God will have her before him and he will judge her horrible motives.
Her child will see her again and rebuke her in all of Gods glory. Hmm...maybe that's what she wants her sisters to feel...rebuking.
Amen.
I don’t deal in rushed quotes,
I’d sooner I kissed goats;
Pirates watch spare seen boats;
Claim Rock in water floats…
I’m tied to paradox:
My Pride-of-Barbados,
Sometimes my Forcados,
While my mind is its box…
Now, it’s about Comfort
And its shaper Effort:
Comfort can block Effort,
I mean: check fresh effort,
Jehovah now your Fort…
Good cause to watch comfort
Or you won’t make effort,
Long hours spend on sport,
To tasks fail to report…
Who would dare you report
Hasn’t grabbed the import!
In life labor you’d sought
And now contentment bought!
*Image of Novem by IMDb.
Novem: Affects IX in 1973
Nine college students record music
at some sheltered hideaway place.
They're killed in a van mishap,
on the way back to school.
Yond thirty-one years,
their songs recalled.
Sometimes fame
comes too
late.
2022 November 10
*3rd Place*
A November Nonet
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 November 21
*HMS
how much silence does it take to fill the living room ~ a deadly one
By
David Kavanagh
HOW NEWS AFFECTS A POET'S DAY
A- Are rarely accurate.
B- But bad new makes us ecstatic?
C- Cut them off with their negative agenda.
D- Do as I say, or in hopelessness lay.
E- Egotistical maniacs, to be held at bay.
F- Fill your life with music and good books.
G- God still runs this world not them.
H-Happiness is free today....choose!
4/30/2021
~1~
The park sloped to a river behind trees
The other side was a large burial ground
Where my father’s body lay, bereaved
In the flowered park we sat and grieved
We heard the thwack of tennis balls resound
The park sloped to a river behind trees
Children can’t imagine mother’s pleased
When her strong support lies underground
As my father’s body lay, bereaved
Children torment others , poisoned bees
Sensing sweet fragility inside
The park sloped down to hide behind tall trees
Now my mother lies where I ‘ve dripped tears
As if I hope a flowering shrub will shade
And father’s body lies with mother’s, pleased
Memories may well alter .don’t deny
Our mood affects the colour of the sky
The park sloped to a river. grave the trees
I once hoped that my dead could be retrieved
Our society is breaking
Because some folks seem like taking
All their anger and aggression
Out on others as they lessen
The love and kindness we knew
I need help finding a clue
As to why some folks seem
To be cruelish, rude and mean
One emotion in their heart
Has been darkness from the start
Blocking light to shine and be
Bright enough for us to see
Is there any chance we could
Find our way back, nothing should
Dampen the love this world needs
Stop all the bully and greed
Bringing back old fashioned days
And all the neighborly ways
We used to treat others kindly
Now we're walking around blindly
Ignoring the big storm brewing
Come on people--lets stop doing
Things to keep our great world spinning
And work together for a winning
Place to live in greater peace
All this nonsense needs to cease
Residual Affects
There are effects that became residual;
For some could never be conventional,
And from day to day do vary and vary,
As cows diligently give milk in a dairy;
Hopefully environment is conditional.
Condition of environment is cause
of many things that are created.
James Horn
Affects on Property Values
If you are group who will maintain authority
Why must other groups exist with inferiority
And no matter what the group may say
End up having feeling with much dismay.
Up others authority may often try to butter
But when houses appear to be cookie cutter
To many facts ourselves will have to resign
In property values there has been a decline.
When wrong way porta potty now does face
What a terrible shame and such a disgrace
And then how horrible everyone will feel
Occurred a decline in eye and street appeal.
A happy medium has to exist somewhere
As together things we will try to compare
So why should to owners we really sock it
Remove money invested from their pocket.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
Shortly to know
The heart is cold
And the pain is brought
Like thorns in which we hold,
Pieces die and fade
Tears flow behind the eyes
And death is made
Is it normal to be this hurt
Is it normal to descend a smile
Is it normal to look so ill
After a force of rejection
It only seems to be indirect
Imaginary weights suddenly takes its toll
Dragging the face down
Turning it pale
And making it seem thin
Wishing the days would go right
But knowing that the days would worsen again
Seeking away out is hard
But pushing through the emotions,
Is much more difficult
Even with trying
I'm always stuck in this dark lonely hole
When your rejected, by the one you think you love
It's like a spoken paragraph, without a bunch of fuss
On the outside looking in, it's not the big a deal
But when your inside, this is how it makes me feel
I am not good enough, both past and future have been better
Your lacking in something, and probably will be forever
She's saying that all her old relationships, even the ones that were bad
Are better then what me and her together would of had
Your a dull seashell on the beach, that doesn't compare to the rest
Left alone and discarded, better off thrown in the trash
Will... your just not good enough, maybe I'll let you be my friend
But since you are nothing, that's where our closeness will end
That's why some guys respond with anger, how could you diss me so
But me.. i just feel like I've been stomped to the floor
Perhaps these feelings are dumb, but what am i suppose to think
A failure once again, with tears hiding behind my eyes as i blink
The clouds fill up with all your fears
Then when it rains it pours tears
Your screams cause the North wind to blow
Your sadness brings a tornado
Now is the compass you can change forever
Everything you are affects my weather
When you’re calm it’s sunny and warm
When you’re hot it’s the eye of the storm
A happy smile takes a fall leaf down
A depression brings snow all around
Now is the compass you can change forever
Everything you are affects my weather
Laughter keeps the frost back
Anger forces a lighting crack
Your pain starts a typhoon to grow
Your joy is an everlasting rainbow
Now is the compass you can change forever
Everything you are affects my weather
He wakes up once again
In a holding cell,
No one sitting near him
Due to his awful smell.
The policemen who have grown to know him
Come to set him free,
Knowing it won’t be long
Before he’s back in their company.
“Come on Joe, it’s time to go;
You need to stay off the juice.”
But they know that’s not bound to happen;
They know about his drinking excuse.
Joe wasn’t always homeless,
In fact he was doing quite well;
Until he kissed his wife, goodbye;
As she entered the 9/11 hell.
He was walking back to their condo,
After accompanying her to the towers;
The first plane was soon to strike,
Then he searched for her for many hours.
To many its now history,
And visitors come view the site;
To Joe it was the end of sense,
And the end of his sober life.
The alcohol doesn’t make him forget,
Just helps to dull the pain;
Until he finally passes out
To awake in the jail again.
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