NEVER ASHAMED
Standing buck naked!
No need to be ashamed:
Trees teasing winter:
The piano rushing with water.
Cramping hands and nothing feelings.
I used to have my mind.
Now it’s unleashed like a groggy mess.
Like spines being tangled up.
Teeth teeter tottering.
Clamming up like a tree wants to do, but can’t.
He really wants to slip away from the wind.
Drums and cymbals.
Eyes lifting like a garage door.
And stuck.
No one leaves.
No one would leave me.
Even the lonely guy playing the triangle.
The trilling isn't an instrument at all.
Sounds like a sudden exhaustion.
So I was late that day.
They don’t take attendance unless I’m gone and trapped.
I love music for no reason at all.
The piano burst through.
Unleashed.
Drums and cymbals.
Exhaustion.
Exhaustion.
I am ashamed—but I stand unbowed.
I have lived with idle hands,
while men bled, built, fought, and fell.
I hid from fire, feared the flame,
counted comfort as courage, silence as strength.
The cries of the world pierced my soul,
and I turned, trembling, from the call.
Yet shame shall not hold me wholly.
It steels my heart, it drives my hands.
I will rise, though late, and labor,
though courage falters, though weakness gnaws.
I shall shape, I shall fight, I shall give,
lest my soul rot in cowardice eternal.
I bow to none but the measure of my deeds—
and though the night presses close, I remain unvanquished.
I blame it for the pain
As i try and understand its secrets
As it’s forms and folds wraps itself around me
Its supposed to protect the me from the world
But I cannot make sense of the curved markings painted across it
im supposed to take care of it
keep it smooth
perfect for the picture
but i am ashamed
of what its become
loud
and hidden
this side
of my skin
Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was,
A mirror shows the choices I regret.
In shadows of the past, I see my flaws,
Yet wisdom’s light has guided me, I bet.
I wandered lost, each step a trial’s cost,
With every wrong turn, pain would carve its mark.
Yet from the struggle, lessons were embossed,
And in each failure, hope would leave a spark.
I’ve changed with time, though flaws remain with me,
The heart that seeks redemption finds its way.
Through doubt and darkness, God’s light sets me free,
A brighter path emerges from the gray.
Each high and low, a wave that comes and goes,
But morning’s light brings clarity and calm.
I see the man I’ve become, and I know,
In every flaw, there’s a chance to transform.
So here I stand, the past both near and dear,
I’ve faced my truth and learned to hold it close.
In every scar, a lesson clear and clear,
And in my flaws, a story to propose.
he went to see his bride .
finding a wig on his round, shining bald head, she
loudly cried.
he felt ashamed,
as he was caught red handed, he
proclaimed
inept,
on the spot, he
wept
he went to see his bride.
as he was caught red handed, he
wept
Her face slowly melted away
In the dawn of new light
I realized I had only used her
To satisfy my lust
She became a victim
My selfishness killed something
Inside her --
Her loveliness --
And I am ashamed of myself.
written February 4, 2022
[inspired by a prompt in
a poetry contest on another site]
Frostbite so ashamed yet I see no teeth my flesh hurt I'm in pain
Brain teaser so ashamed I have a headache a massive migraine
Grizzly so ashamed I'm a hairy human male and I haven't shaved
Ghost I'm invisible so ashamed to you and to you you can't see me
Tongue tied so ashamed I can't speak for my shame walks With Me
1/31/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Knowing very well won't ask how are you;
Understand how much stressful to be lone;
Believe me, since you left all my joy flown;
Know you're sad, I'm also in hardship too.
Don't want to express what I'm going through
to return home, it's punishment for me;
There's limitation to lead life carefree.
Life soon became bored; just waiting for you.
Thinking of you memory fetches tears.
Yes, I'm responsible, you can't be blamed,
to mar our affairs 'twas built over years.
But, see after you left nothing I gained.
I don't fall in group favoured with their stars;
No face to call you, I'm so much ashamed.
~X~X~X~
Byron's sonnets are obviously influenced by the
Italian form rather than the English and possess an octave and a sestet.
The Octave comprises of a progression of three rhymes
a. b. b. a... a. c. c. a.
but it's the sestet that makes it unique, d. e. d...e. d. e.
Rhyme Scheme: abba acca ded ede
Pasted from http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/?s=Byron%27s+Sonnet+
Thanks to Mr Lawrence Eberhart for the resources at Poets Collective Site.
At the Hospital
——————————-
Today as skin was torn
Off the bottom of my foot,
I yelled out and began to cry.
I thought, “How often
Do I need to prove my strength?” and
Then, for the first time in 50 years,
I heard myself
Ask God,”Why? Why?” At which I
Instantly felt ashamed, for it is mine
To accept whatever He allows.
Then, I realized I felt some anger, for
He promised to provide
The measures needed to meet the trials…
Yet I felt inadequate.
I felt angry at my beloved, my Father,
My creator, my God…
Although I knew God
Can handle anger,
For it comes
As a dimension of human love
— and in me at least, quickly passes.
My cracks He will mend.
My tears He collects.
My strength is in Him.
Our shared love is committed.
My calling on Him is eternally answered.
————————————————-
(c) sally young Eslinger 10/7/21
Thanks be to God
I am not here to please you.
Far apart, broken hearted, from the start.
We no longer share one heart.
In confusion, torn apart, in disillusion.
I do not wish to live in seclusion.
Not ashamed of who I am.
Its better for you to move on without me.
I'm just letting life be.
The truth one day I want to see.
The future is unknown.
For all the love I haven't shown.
Its all a matter of time and destiny.
Not ashamed of what happened between us.
Love is sacred, I'm not scared, anymore.
Let it all vanish away.
In every forbidden, isolated day.
To love again, one day, for that I pray.
No matter what they say.
This time I will do things my way.
Insults tossed like grenades
Lies slipping easily off his tongue
Interruption instead of discussion
Dragging his opponent into the dung
I listened astonished, amazed and ashamed
How America's President his office defamed
Burning bridges & broken hearts
Drug addiction is where it starts
Consumed my life, just like a storm
With my first high a thief was born
There is no truth, you might of heard
A lie was told with every word
Decisions were made at an extreme
Done some things, I couldn't of dreamed
It's hard to say sorry but I'll try
Was a piece of & can't deny
Had no respect or any remorse
headed for death on a crash course
Up until the day I got the day I got busted
There's no way I could of been trusted
All my emotions & feelings were gone
couldn't be depended or counted on
Didn't know what I was capable of
Put my daughter at risk because of a drug
I can't believe it, I'm so ashamed
Have no excuse, I except all the blame
Only thing to do now is make a change
Must forgive my self in exchange
It's time I put my foot on the ground
Never to late to turn it around
Weeping upon the pillow of hiding
To disappear while each tear washes away
The dirty laundry stained with apathy and rejection
Dwelling in the temple of our shallowness
January 28, 2020
Arbitrium Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden
Posted February 9, 2019
Licking Wounds
Submitted:
June 2, 2019
Applicable Not Applicable Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
"pardon me can I speak to you in private?
my body is functioning the way it was meant to,
can you excuse me so no one laughs?"
It's one of the things every girl goes through.
We walk quickly, careful of each step
One wrong move and everyone might know
That you are a normal human being.
We shouldn't be ashamed that our bodies flow.
God forbid a woman speaks in public
of how she's on her period. Again
Ew that word - "PERIOD" - makes everyone uncomfortable
Words spoken only by boys and men.
Female bodies bleed and our insides churn
It's what they're meant to do
STOP staring when a girl speaks too loud
It's not a crime but we have to feel like that's not true.
We feel embarrassed to exist at all when
On our days of the days of the month, we
Feel excluded and beat down for perfectly fitting in
We are trained on certain days female is the worst thing to be.
- Jessie Stowers - 15 -
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