From the womb it seems I birthed into a cocoon
Cant say I had known for sometime I was alive
Much learnt whilst unaware for almost four years
My memories say I'm one calendar says I'm five
Things that seemed important over sixty years ago
The latest shaped shoes or a top ten hit parade song
At fifteen peer pressure shaped how I would behave
Learning to discover where I would eventually belong
No manuals to assist a father raise three young children
Imparting to dependants the way I had been mentored
Dealing with an aggressive workplace, finances and self
At thirty overwhelmed, swearing in this poem is censored
A new century arrived grandfathering is such a blessing
Responsibilities of existence have largely been lightened
Now turned fifty still feeling some traces of distant youth
A positive outlook on life has recently become heightened
Having reached the age of seventy over eight years ago
As an alternative thinker there is a chance I am outcast
I am far removed from alignment with majority opinion
Rejecting thoughts postulating how much time I might last
The afternoon was spent calulating
what would be misfortune to millions
as he calulated the winnings from
the online " Hoss lottree Game"
the odds were in his favor and
nanometers in the visible spectrum
wave lengths and frequencies
inline turbine which flows
he stood at the bbq pit a master with
a spatula in his hand bragging about
his odds and days later we found him right and rich!
He won and won big, from there he created
The Capstone Grill and invested in
Stemcell Meat production. Helping to create
a culture were affordalie meat
would be sold to masses of people
as an alternative to animal meat and protiens.
From the book Music Lover
Songs by Chancey
The choice
I could have been a farmer that was not a choice
the authority sent me there, I think as punishment for being rebellious.
I could have been an academic, but no one like me went to University
so choice never came up as an alternative.
I´m only conscious of a choice born out of necessity becoming a seafarer
instead of working in a factory the very idea of factory work
still can make me shudder.
I spent years at sea and was promoted as an officer,
it was not what I wanted I was a leaf in a stream with little will to alter
where life took me.
Tired of the sea I opened a cafe, not by choice, but I could be my boss
but I had not reckoned with costumers and talking to them, like a barber
who talk to his` about football which he privately hates.
For the reason that had little to do with me, I was a counselor at a clinic
telling alcoholics how to stop drinking, I think of my stint at the clinic
when I have my evening whiskey.
So my only choice in life was to sit in a library all my life read and eat
a bologna sandwich, while life was going on outside, a decision that
could not be fulfilled, I blame the women for that.
If life was only simpler, could we all be closer, and in better touch with our humanity? Could kindness be considered as an alternative to doubts and fear? Could the patience, to gain understanding, replace the suspicion, and judgment of the unknown? Could the anger of hurts undeserved, be let go in our lifetimes. If not walls will be built, never to come down, denying places in our hearts, to those we once chose to love. Could the spirit of forgiveness be an option when hurt by others? Lofty goals in life moving fast, challenges never greater. But to garner the collective intelligence necessary to make the best decisions, our humanity can’t be lost and forgotten. The better we can treat each other, the greater reservoirs of support, will be available to all.
I was a glimpse in the mirror today
Of the girl I used to know
That face so young and youthful
But that girl, she decided to go
Where did she run away to?
Some land to be wild and free?
If I let her keep traveling on this path,
Well, what will become of me?
I saw her face in my older reflection
The sad smile that she's worn for years
itching to come out just one more day
As an alternative to silent tears
Where did she run away to?
And who did she think she could be?
Who knew that this worldly freedom
Would leave me so far from being free
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
In certain neighborhoods, this is
What all the shoe stores do:
When customers want sneakers,
They may only try one shoe.
At first they’re given just the left
And if it’s not too tight,
They give the salesman back the shoe
Then they try on the right.
There is no chance to walk around
With both shoes on their feet,
Unless they make a purchase
And are holding the receipt.
It seems that thieves have ruined things
When sneaker buyers shop
Unless, as an alternative,
Each shoe store hired a cop!
"Greetings To Subway"
A taste bud option determine upon a sub type like tips are a option
What type of bread do you prefer? Nearly all favor wheat or white
Six inches on the other hand a foot long
Equally distributed in halves and as an alternative, anything jampacked equitable to twelve inches
Turkey breast, Ham, beef steak, chicken breast
Meat slurry, concoction, tapioca clean processed foods much the same as crest
Tomatos, Jalapeno peppers, and lettuce
Three checks off the sub checklist
Terrified to cause errors sweating more than a sub loaded with onions
Lite mayonnaise comes into play; only the second day training and the training process is like hair waves
Oil, vinegar, mustard nearly completed the construction
A customer paces in, in three seconds don't lose consciousness to remember to say the introduction
("Greetings To Subway")
Two digit id, four digit password, sub 2, April, Katadra Dawkins, Anthony 'JaeRrah Dawkins I need you
Two five dollar foot long subs, two chocolate cookies, total is eighty four cent and Dwight
A twenty dollar bill is the payment and change is $7.16 cent
Boy what a foot long day
- Loverboi
To Lord Ram I sent my soul
Some letter of that after-life to spell
And my soul returned
Answered, “I, myself am Heaven and hell”
Then I tried Christ as an alternative
That I nurse a sacrificial motive
Soon I got the answer in negative
It’s in heaven is now inactive.
I thought I am short of ram
I am marred by His Arm
Need more memories before harm
To be worthy of his charm.
Then an old man like me came to my door
Walking with a small stick,
With his hand on back with pain
Thought to be a medicinal doctor.
Keeping the show on, gave him a long oar
Walked away with décor
I thought my ram memories in perfect order.
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Dr.Ram Mehta
The poem is patterned on my poem "Installed ram by RAM in Ram"
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When love is shown
we act like we're all somewhat known
With our loved ones listening to
us pour out our hearts
Trying to hide our love by eclipsing it like the moon
behind something we'll pay less attention to
Eclipsing love is like denying you ever have loved
denial not being very optimistic
it would counter as an alternative to being sick
Sick to even knowing that you would dare to hide love
that you dare to show it
and that dare would end up in devastation
The Judas Cow had a self-fulfilling prophesy
That he was going to betray his species
And lead them all to genocide by way of slaughter
He laid down in the road as an alternative
His remains were given to a poor family
so they might eat well for half a year.
When the stock market crashed
Chicken Little fell out of bed
and broke his back
Chuck Little the investment banker
(Chicken Little's substitute)
Ran to the top of The Empire State Building, yelling
"The Stock market is falling!
The Stock market is falling!!!"
The three little pigs foreclosed on their houses
And fully expected a bailout
They didn't get it
the FatCats in Washington refused
They only wanted to bailout the Sheeps on Wall Street
And the Monkeys in Detroit
The greed meter is broken!
The clock is ticking way too fast!!
Something has gone terribly awry
Even in the Fairy Tales
Adults don't read to their children anymore.
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