I try so hard to understand
The man inside, apart from the band
You make me wait, testing my patience
Then all I get is one crude sentence
I can see that you aren’t so busy
I ask, but then you call me silly
No time or words for me today
I guess I should be on my way
I struggle to act like I don’t care
Staying silent is such a lonely affair
I feel so deeply but mustn’t show
It’s nothing you are eager to know
The eggshells I walk on are fragile
I tiptoe so you won’t unravel
But it makes my heart so heavy
Wondering if you’ll ever be ready
For now I must mute my affection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
Do nothing, say nothing, as soon as possible
And yet my soul aches for the impossible...
Growing up in my birth state,
I was a "Time Watcher".
I wanted to move away as soon as possible
Living in A Northern big city,
I was a "People Watcher".
I wanted to avoid dangerous people
Living for over 40 years out west,
I was a "Landscape Watcher".
I loved the sceneries.
I now live in a weather sensitive region,
And I am now a "Cloud Watcher".
Weather changes very rapidly.
One way to improve yourself is to work
If you want a better life for yourself,
Start working hard, as soon as possible
Not everything will work out at first,
But there's nothing to worry about
The main thing is not to give up
Of course, successes make us richer,
But thanks to failures, we grow.
My day ends, almost every day,
With a question of why.
The purpose of my birth, the reason I breathe,
Is something I ponder upon, often, unconscious.
I have always known a fact, I keep it to myself.
Every general or questioning conversation
Requires a speaker and listener,
The speaker asks and the listener replies.
But who is listening to my demise?
I look around my room for one last time,
To see the concrete walls held together by silence.
I feel afraid, what if they are the ones listening?
Do they just have ears, or even tongues to speak?
I close my eyes and clear my mind as soon as possible,
Deciding to think about the topic the following night,
And praying the walls never get their freedom of speech and expression.
Since we are all connected to the one human family tree…
may we all as soon as possible come to know…
the more we root for one another
The more we get to watch each other grow.
Gwen does not feel the least guilty about an affair with Glen.
He is married, but they have not been in love for years.
His wife, Florence, is a cold fish, demanding and unlovable.
Their three children are the only reasons they still live in the same house.
He is getting a divorce as soon as possible.
She tells none of this to her parents, knowing they will not approve.
They are old fogies, how could they ever understand true love?
Glen is in his heyday – he has a loving wife at home
And an adoring fawning co-worker who will please him in every way.
He has experienced every sexual fantasy in the last three months.
He tells her he will leave his wife, which is one of his super whoppers.
His wife and he have never had a better love life.
He brings what he learns from the office home to Florence.
Florence wonders what has gotten into her husband, Glen.
He is more sensual than he has been in seven years of marriage.
She arranges for a babysitter and packs a picnic lunch for the two of them.
She is wearing lacy lingerie but nothing else underneath her trench coat.
She cannot wait to surprise him so they can have a quickie in his office.
This was then, in an old pile, a letter I found,
Among objects, its whisper profound.
Faded ink, thoughts enduring,
Emotions, love, timeless, all assuring.
First love's note, cherished by my wife,
Promises bright, beyond life's strife.
Lost vows questioned, emotions stirred,
"Why keep false love's faded word?"
Blushing smile, her truth unfurled,
Your vow, though improvised, my world.
In this paper's embrace, love renewed,
Gratitude bound, our eternal mood.
This is now, email and texting has taken over,
I get so many fake love letters over and over,
Sometime an old love will text me,
Btw idk if still ily? U wre my og,
Nvm’m smh, hmu asap,
No cap, tbh ily.
(Text translation:
By the way, I don’t know, if I still love you?
You were my original gangster(lover),
Never mind, shaking my head, Hit me up as soon as possible,
Truthfully, to be honest, I love you)
I hear it more and more,
Every time I visit the store,
Walk along the shore,
Or hear our neighbors next door.
"Nobody is going to tell me what to do",
No wonder I am feeling blue,
Every time I put on a shoe
And have to take it off again and forego a live show,
If nobody, is not there to tell the children what to do.
When will we come to realize that nobody is indispensable,
And we need to find his missing relatives as soon as possible,
As, it may soon become impossible,
For just one nobody to save the world that is so inhospitable,
It may soon become uninhabitable?
.
The caller was a detective. His words were that our baby was found alive and well.
He said to meet him as soon as possible. Wishing each tree and house we drove past would be the last. Yearning to get there faster. Heart beating. I could think of nothing but smothering my beautiful baby with kisses forever.
Each red traffic light seemed to make us wait so long. Then the green light only allowed the car to travel in slow motion. Fearful thoughts of the abductor of our boy, kept flashing into my mind. Racing to the house of the address we were given, a uniformed policewoman held him out for us to take him. My scream could be heard for miles, as I collapsed to the floor. That’s not our baby boy.
I'm glad to meet you! I'm hopefully lost.
I was accidentally abandoned here.
You're thinking I look adorable,
But trust me, I'm sadder than I appear.
Dear stranger, I beg you, string me up
So that I can be easily found.
Yikes, look at me! I'm as dirty as a pig.
I'm so tired of lying on the ground.
I wish to return as soon as possible
To a little girl crying her eyes out.
I'm drifting farther and farther from home.
The wind keeps blowing me about.
Dear stranger, I don't want to be replaced.
Help me get back where I belong,
Lest I'm completely forgotten; my bond
With my toddler friend is just too strong.
I went bass fishing
Where a gnome was swishing
Around in the water, doing serious wishing
What are you wishing for I asked the gnome
I want a poet to write me my own little poem
Well I am a poet, but I was on my way home
Can I get back to you Sunday? I asked the gnome.
It’ll be too late, he told me in a serious way.
I need to know as soon as possible, maybe even today.
I sat down on a rock and put on my thinking hat.
What is your name? I asked. They call me “Matt.”
What do you do for fun or hobbies? I asked the gnome.
Because I wanted to put this stuff into his poem.
What are you some kind of snoopy stranger? Matt said suspiciously.
I decided to move along, without helping him accidentally.
“What do you do for fun?” Matt yelled after the back of my head.
I could have answered, but I turned and stuck my tongue out instead.
So because of our misbehaviors, we both missed out on meeting a new friend.
I have no more time to explain, but this encounter was not the end….
There are strange words in Bangla,
with the most efficient implied latency.
I decided.
And, the moment assured me that
I had the
last member of my target audience,
an estranged, tired and vulnerable soul,
Too deplorable to call the experiment too long.
And it is a similar word as English resonated
when she declares , in words like
"In a fix",
or "Dumb-struck",
Or even
"Permanent settlement",
Is it collapse?
The answer key can be
In a maybe
Or perhaps,
Clueless
in the stubbornest
"As soon as possible ",
As a life can afford.
The action that should be fixed as soon as possible
Human is the one to create and the ones to solve it
Every thing you do some of may be the future problems
Watch out the action or thing you are doing
Only if we became more cautious and healthy if to prevent it
Recent is the only time to realise it properly
Large or small problem must be solved as soon as you can
Don't ever take easy on these things for sure
Why to wait for the time to be wasted for it?
Ignoring it always may lead you to massive problem
Don't underestimate that it can literally play with your life
Every thing is made by God and we are just destroying it
I lived in a lonely and melancholy manner
The coldness in my soul resembled a winter's
night.
I begged for the grim reaper to take me
he didn't respond to my sincere invitation.
Waking up each day was such a drag, I
wanted my life to be over as soon as possible.
Inside of my heart was a deep hollowness.
I was skin and bones that was ready to die.
I was lingering at death's door until
an angel came and spoke life to me.
Giving me a reason live, my angel
caused me to see the world differently.
Awakening me from sleep, I was in a
coma-like state of mind.
With my new set of eyes, I welcome
and embrace the life I'm given each day.
02/21/2022
Contest: F Forms
Sponsor: Constance
2. Life
Oh, the pain of getting a thumb struck
Is not overshadowed by feeling dumbstruck
When a car door is slammed on a finger
There is no logical reason to linger
Taking a pain pill as soon as possible
In this case is perfectly permissible
Soaking in ice is always helpful, too
But I don’t know what else to do!
written August 12, 2021
especially for "Dumbstruck" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charles Messina
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