Scattered belongings
Expired dreams
Incomplete ventures
Silent screams
Abandoned ideas
Deserted supplies
These walls, whisper truth
Nothing real survives
It reeks of intention
All purpose, decayed
The flesh is long gone
While carcasses stayed
Representing my failures
With invincible bones
Symbolic skeletons
Adorning my home
I’ll never escape
I must reside here
To dwell in regret
It’s hauntingly clear
All greatness,
All of life's meaning,
All purpose
Held in the babies hand
Held in the babies skill,
Held in the 5th blocks willingness to stack
Carefully the baby rose the block
Carefully the baby laid the roof of the tower,
Carefully the 5 blocks crumbled down.
The baby learns that the 5th block is impossible,
The baby question if it is wrong,
The baby realizes that it is its own lack of skill.
Retry the same game
Retry the same strategy
Retry the same tools.
Same results,
Same anger,
Same feelings of self depreciation.
The game doesn't teach us creativity,
The game doesn't teach us stability,
The game teaches us insanity and familiarity to failure.
...
Strange games
on a strange island ...
Mom/ma
hunt/hiss
no/know (?)
who/how
aha
--- all purpose, breathlessly ---
--- odd, involuntary chuckle ---
Night bursts into flames ...
The morning was dark and misty
venturing out before the throng
weaving between oak and elder
the path I took was long
I stumbled on a clearing
and fell down upon my knees
it was there I started digging
through discarded wood and leaves
burrowing through the top soil
breaking deeper in the dirt
my fingers and palms wore earth stains
nails had worked to earn their worth
sensing something beneath the surface
of what was left behind
reaching in with all purpose
the hand I found was mine.
Pancakes are so delicious
with maple syrup.
it's made of all- purpose flour,
kneaded into paste,
with baking powder.
it's fluffy.
yum!
They are my lucky pants, they come with me wherever
They are my lucky pants, we will always be together
They are navy blue nylon, not cotton or leather
They are all purpose jogging pants for any kind of weather
They are pants that are worn for all of the seasons
I travel with my lucky pants for many different reasons
They are not too hot and not too cold, my traveling pants will never get old.
We been to New Orleans, Texas and even Alabama
We traveled to Maryland, Atlanta, Memphis and D.C
They went to Colorado, Florida and Vegas with me
We went to New York, London and then back to the states
We travel by car, bus or plane, whatever it takes
Whether worn or not, they’re coming for the flight
Wear them for my wedding um, I don’t know, I just might
They are my lucky pants, I will have them like forever
They are my lucky pants, get rid of them? Never!
Spring of life for many reasons
That thrive by coming of the seasons
A tall grass in shiny gray bark
Rings of scar serve as its mark
From its leaf down to its trunk
The worth of its parts will not flunk
An all purpose tool, fair and bright
A charming frill, a deep delight
A leaf that makes an artful faith
It wipes the ground like clean slate
For ailing soul, it is a cure
A fine refreshment, clean and pure
Not animal but has a meat
Its husk can make the tile floor neat
Its holy water cleanses the spirit
Drinking from it is a healthy habit
Coconuts poetry contest
8th place
I'm sorry I wasn't enough to make you stay,
I'm sorry that you got bored so soon.
I know, I wasn't expecting it either.
I tried to be the enough, I really did.
I did my skincare, even if it took at least two hours,
I did my haircare, even if it took all my strength just to stay awake.
I combed my hair until I fell asleep so it would look slick and clean.
I tried to be as perfect as I could,
Maybe it was because I couldn't call that one night,
Maybe it was because of instead of talking about how I felt when you ghosted me,
I cried in my room instead.
In my bed I was wondering why I wasn't enough for you.
I wondered what I did to anger you,
I knew you were going to leave, I just didn't know when.
And... then you left,
My entire world turned gray,
Lightning replaced the white-fluffy clouds.
Life had seemed to lose all purpose,
Out of all this, the true you seemed to surface.
I loved you, I really did.
And I still do,
Even enough to want to love me too.
The power of you has always been ready
Through life, you discover that
You are passionate, imaginative, courageous, creative
And above all purpose-driven
Problems will serve you well
In order to bring out your hidden potential!
The treasure inside of you
Must come out through the evolution of pressure!
Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it!
The gift of hope is found inside the pressure
So remember the power of you!
Let your life not fear the wind of change
Because pressure will simply rearrange your character!
Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it
So remember the power of you!
Humans can cope
Holding on to the rope of certainty is a matter of faith!
The gift of hope is found inside the pressure!
Ultimately, there is inside of you a hopeful fortitude
An endurance that shall not leave you
Because your destiny is beyond the pain!
As you maintain your sanity
You will discover the power of you!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
What do you say
When you wake everyday
Are you thankful for what’s given When you’re long since left being driven
Such beauty is all around
From the sunrise to sunrise bound
The laughter of children playing
And sunshine in daylight streaming
Are you still at all purpose dreaming
Of new adventures and things being
When you are blessed for each day
Come whatever may
Pour yourself one more drink
And find out what you really think
For your life is your own
Give in to what you want known.
© Paul Warren Poetry
For in my hearts of Hearts
I really truly believe I'm all right
it's a start
I come forth
with the sound of the Lamb
Yet still as I am strong as a Lion
I am defiant not to be in a changed
Nor change by what's around me
All matter and all purpose I serve jealous God
For He wants no other thing creation above Him
And at all in awe my praise
I'll talk loud and my song My Voice
I'll be louder I can't be around with whispers
My voice if it's a lamb
But strength not always in volume
Sometime it's is to duration
It caused you I speak we can gentle
Somewhat sentimental I am the voice of the Lamb
11/30/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
This waif-world is adopted.
It was sewn together with patches
torn from consequences.
Old Mother Reality
took it in
out of the cold nowhere.
She feeds it now, but only
the food that it is ready to eat
mostly it's puppy food
and an all-purpose applesauce.
Like any infants,
the earth as we understand it,
wails and throws up,
plays with toys that are dangerous,
ends up
with chocolate cake all over its face.
Old Mother Reality
wipes its confused mug
(and sometimes its ****),
teaches it one small
acceptable wishy-washy truth
at a time,
and hopes the world grows up
before she lets it go
play in the street alone.
Say, where would I find God?
In every sense I do seek God,
For all purpose a God He’ll be
But He will be more like me.
He will struggle and He’ll strive
While He and I together live
Thru the dark days and sunshine
He’ll be more human than divine.
Then He can lend me a hand,
By my side, firm He will stand,
He'll jump with joy when I win
And turn a blind eye when I sin.
Then all will be just fine with me
If I can touch Him, hear and see,
To whom I can then simply say
Stand by me, Lord, I need to pray.
~Contest: Where is God hiding
~Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker.
It's a symbol.
A strength for everyone.
A shield for weak and strong,
Fight for all purpose.
A Honor and Responsibility have made.
It's not about country or to be named.
Is all about people struggle everyday life.
Survive for countless big dream.
Inspiration which the star bright in a circle.
Lighten Up the darkest face of the day.
I'm not a Captain But I will pilot the road of my life.
And that's why I'm holding this shield.
Sometimes we pay double extra
During inflation
Price rise in cooking oil
It has been a long time
We're eating waste oil
Increment in electric bills
Already suffering from
An extreme hot day
Price rise in cars
MCO lingers
We're unable to change cars
Price rise in household electrical appliances
Have to buy an expensive
All-purpose cooker
Price rise in worshipping supplies
Have to ask for God's forgiveness
Rise in bus fare
Pity the children
Free education but burdened transport fare
Price rise in chicken eggs
Have to use less tasty duck's eggs
Price rise in farm fresh drinks
All along no confidence
Price rise in beers
Not all the people's favourite
Price rise in sugar
Saccharin is already widely used
Price rise in bread and mee
Have to change to
Less tasty rice buns and meehoon
Besides inflation and tax increase
We do pay double extra
For people's carelessness
Ignorance
And greeds
All finally will result in
An eternal suffering
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