Firm and steady
Handshake Faith
Life sometimes throws complexity
Understanding can feel far off
Gonna Be Alright
People will see you and walk away
Not understanding how you got through
Nothing you said nor done
Gonna be alright
Extreme storms will arise
It won’t be weather
Your storms within
Gonna be Alright
Rain will fall
There will be some cloudy days
Through it all
The sun will come out
Skies will become dark more and more
Gonna be alright
Praying will seem Heaven doesn’t hear
You will feel the Lord isn’t near
The answer will come
Gonna be alright
Satan will ponder doubt in your mind
You will feel his rage of fire in anger
You won’t burn
Gonna be alright
You need a healing
Total intervention
Gonna be alright
Faith is the key
You will be alright
As one walks in God’s goodness
Your paths will be directed
Wonders you have never seen
Blessing after blessing shall arrive
You are beyond alright
Welcome to deliverance of all time.
It doesn’t feel alright at all
over half the country is cast a pall
of shame... that they’re Americans
Some find them arrogant
others think them an embarrassment
Myself, I’m saddened by this new reality
~ Is it the end of the great American experiment
I say to myself- "I'm a man, don't cry"
I've seen so many die
Each time, I still wonder why...
they all had to say good-bye
With their wings, the angels fly
To the heavens, way up high
So, I think, and I sigh...
and say to myself- "It's alright to cry"
They all say "It'll be alright.”
"You’ll get a job, save yourself—save your family."
"Trust the process,"—
that’s the song we’re all singing.
But deep down,
no one knows the struggle.
No one sees the nights we lie awake thinking,
or the doubts we've carved inside ourselves.
Do they even know
how hard it is
just to hold it together?
Sometimes,
we think of going out—
drinking the sorrows down,
just to silence the storm.
But we know,
when morning comes,
it’ll all return:
The self-doubt.
The broken faith.
The fragile hope held in a stranger’s kind word.
And somehow—
the grace that keeps us
through one more day.
Alright
I Need To
Stop Being Sorry.
In My Bones,
I Need To Atone.
I Thought You Quit.
I Guess I Did.
But This Is Cool.
-Gray Squirrel
05-18-2025
CATOGORY LOVE
-------------------------
to inspire: Capsaicin Anaheim
__________________
It completes the sound
it makes itself perfect
it's recommended to those who who love
and those aspire to be loved
I must apologize
I became bored with you
knowing what you'd say often
lead me to be with others
It's exactly what you think
and true to form
might you forgive me
that I shall heed Cupids
call might you say you'll be my woman
I must beg the wealthy and poor
to gift you
the humbled companion
I'm your humbled companion
that It stresses me to
find you not wanting me
yet the next day shall begin anew
often
or more so than what anyone could
understand
Could you love me
and be in love with me
so we can be one together
Love and relationships
work and life
a true understanding
trusted in thought
best to believe
could you trust me again
and marry me?
Twenty sit-up
and a BigBurgerDeluxe
at Slappy's Burger Joint
Dolce Drinkers Specil
Number Twenty Won
Your Choice T Poetry Contest: Sponsored by Brian Strand (April/May 2025)
all time classic soul
music from a poor man’s son
turn that volume up
for the motor city sound
now everything is alright
“Just a simple little ditty, not too long and not so witty, but a feel-good sweet refrain that I’m proud of all the same.” — Poet
I feel alright when I write
doesn’t matter day or night
Writing helps me clear my head
helps me sort all things I dread
Writer’s block tends to confuse
good to have a helpful muse
There’s not a more exciting caper
connecting mind and pen to paper
I feel alright when I write!
*~*~*~
“Don’t knock it till you try it, writing’s free (don’t have to buy it), pen and paper (and a muse) is all you need — it’s guaranteed!” — Poet
I'm no one's love story
My words spiral back to me
My love letter never reach the right address
I sing my love poems apologetically
As if this piece of broken links
that connects me to feelings that are forbidden
Isn't even mine to give
To others
But I borrow time from people
To recall the memories that
I pray I didn't waste
My lifeline is short
I already got my heart broken twice
Another punch lends itself on my face
In the usual fights where I'm beating myself
On days I can't bear my own presence
I need someone
To witness my traumatic episodes of
Shaking furiously every time
The similar nightmares chase me around
I put ice cubes on my tongue
And numb my feelings as I swallow
My sentences with a smile
I am not asking for a love that lasts eternity
But hold me for just another second
Just read one more line where I distract you
With my metaphors
I don't want to be lonely with myself tonight...
Homelessness, world hunger,
social security is almost gone.
Fascism, racism,
no more water to wet our lawn.
Unknown diseases and pestilence,
can’t afford to sell our land.
Not a drop of consumer confidence,
no one to lend us a helping hand
No jobs, low wages.
inflation has us by the balls.
Housing crisis, trade deficit,
extinction is coming for us all
The politicians say they have the answers
for climate change and the oceans dying.
They keep telling us what we want to hear
but we know that they’re just lying.
North Korea, Russia, and China,
seems they would love nothing more.
Than to push their big red buttons,
and send us into a nuclear war.
One thing is ever certain,
our government will always be there.
With both hands probing our pockets,
looking for a bigger share.
They say they want to drain the swamp
But what we gonna do when it runs dry
And there’s nothing left for any of us to do
but to sit alone on the muddy bank and cry
I'm alright. I mean, I don't like the same things I used to anymore but people change over time right? I'm alright. There's this constant buzzing in my mind that steers my thoughts into oblivion so I distract myself to drown it out. I'm alright. These distractions keep me up all night and when I do eventually fall asleep, I sleep all day. I've never felt more alone then I do now. I'm alright. I'm constantly chasing that next high, in whatever form it takes. My destructive behaviors are only outweighed by my inaction. Sometimes its the cause. I'm alright. I fear that I may never be content. That I'll always be looking for what's next. I think that maybe if I just stay here, in this clearly awful position in life, that it'll justify my unwillingness to move forward cause if I do, then I'll just be unhappy in a better position and drag those around who I brought with me, down. I'm alright. So even when everything is all wrong, I'll just say. I'm alright.
"Alright beaut?"
The landlady said
As she poured a fresh pint
Of Ale for our Fred
"Hangin" said Fred
As he supped at his beer
"I been working all week
Restoring that pier"
Nice little earner
For someone, you see
Brings all the punters
Down to the sea
Property prices
Will go through the roof
But will be much too high
For Gethin and Ruth
They'll be displaced
Just over the border
In cheap rundown flats
Where others marauder
Alright
Shopping School
Recital Football-practice Principal's
Mother-in-law Father-in-law Mother Your Father's not coming
The Talk More Talk A Bit More Talk
Not my turn, Her
PLEASE
I really can’t,
Be saying this,
But we both know,
That its true,
Things are really going to,
Be alright,
It doesn’t get much worse than this,
But you’ll find a way out of this too,
I just know it,
Because this is just another,
Thing you need to face,
We’re both tired of it though,
One task after another,
No one said,
It’d be easy,
It has to be you,
Because god knows you can face it,
Your success,
Will just get sweeter,
I don’t need to tell you,
But I’ll say so anyway,
For the sake,
Of this poem,
You can get through this,
Even through,
Clenched teeth,
Or balled fists
What we do is to keep up appearances,
Conceal circumstances,
Hide our true selves,
Keep those books on our inner shelves.
How can they comprehend?
We'd rather pretend,
Sojourn through the darkness,
With Nature standing as our witness.
We search for the light,
As we each day quest and fight,
Gloom hides in the chamber,
At dawn, it emerges from slumber.
What we are on the inside,
It’s not the same as the outside,
Some people seem not to believe,
I try not to wear my heart on my sleeve.
October 23, 2023.
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