In all the time it took for you to understand my love,
The more you see the hearts conditions and stay within the call,
No opinions or assumptions can stand against its way,
For what I bring together will always choose to stay,
All this time you knew within and practiced without even knowing,
To prepare your heart i placed you to keep your patience growing,
Because assumptions can deceive you until you see the truth,
And fear can try to interfere without even seeing the proof,
Zoo visitors by the drove.
They come to see our caged animals.
~ Trust all have Stockholm syndrome.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Presumably assuming,
Presents peculiar perspectives,
Within our collective,
As a selective few move through,
Unabated,
Unafraid of the path laid before them,
Restoring glory to an old story,
As we climb assuming the truth,
Teaching our youth what's true,
Sharing the beauty of the view
As we stew the pot,
It's getting hot and ready to boil,
The soil ripe for sowing,
As we keep growing as a whole,
Giving love the control,
Governing our own soul,
Presumably assuming the best,
We have passed the test,
You guessed it,
I'm talking about you,
I assume you already knew,
Just what you came to do.
Assuming a future
The evidence is in
Preparation for the future
Is well advised..
Although the future
Will likely be different
Than visualized..
This is the old story
Often repeated which
When appearing empty
Reflects no freedom
And no bondage...
There once was a man named Keith with perfect lingo
‘Till an unassuming stranger changed his name to Dingo
It blew my mind
It’s so unkind
To fabricate, that he’s an ape, with me she scores no bingo!
I followed the poet thought I was on her team
The naked eye, it makes me cry, that which is unseen
She had me thinking
That he was stinking
Some poets call that feisty, but I call it really mean
The one who watches,
Who sees me,
What I do and think,
Judging every move I make,
Cannot be me.
Yet the third one inside
Who sees the second one watching me
Might be me, but I doubt it
Because there is a fourth
Looking at the third who sees
The second one watching me.
Assuming I am the first that is.
I guess I should lay off the speed.
The one who watches,
Who sees me,
What I do and think,
Judging every move I make,
Cannot be me.
Yet the third one inside
Who sees the second one watching me
Might be me, but I doubt it
Because there is a fourth
Looking at the third who sees
The second one watching me.
Assuming I am the first that is.
I guess I should lay off the speed.
I awake with the question "Am I like my predecessor?"
Automated and fabricated to slave for the oppressor
I join the procession yet I am an orbate transgressor
Dissipated and attenuated with no clear successor
Then I drift into much more lofty domains
With greater rewards yet more precarious terrain
A place where answers can not quite be explained
Where the mind is confounded but the spirit ascertains
Then I shower and shave; I sigh and greet the day
Will it be my chagrin or triumph I put on display?
In my head I have a tempest, in my heart a bouquet
I must choose which one to portray, which one to obey
Broke Rules Are Assuming
Old Post Office building has much rooming,
That surely does now appear to be booming;
Were afraid of looking;
Finding over-booking;
Trump broke rules again we are assuming.
Jim Horn
Audacious by nature
Arrogant idea
Acquiring wrong notions
Assumptive with expect
Argue with someone’s thoughts
Anchor to one's beliefs
Accept without logic
Pleiades - A - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Date Written: August 10, 2016
Hope was there is seems to me
had i pretended to believe
that out of nothing will appear.
And soon as fast I start to try
to justify things I don't know why.
But my heart it ought to break.
The words you carry were nothing but fake.
now i knock my head on steels
to wake this dream I found so real
the intense pain, the hurt of love
i feel my body fill with blood
the crash of skin, the ending shove
why did this have to end with us
I stepped into a church today
And I somehow did not burn.
The congregation looked at me
And I at them, in turn.
I then simply started laughing
And I could not stop the flow.
The situation humored me
Far more than they could know.
I expected God to smite me
And to strike me where I stand
For they had always told me that
The church was holy land
Where outright sinners had no place.
For in church good Christians dwell
And being gay is the sure way
To claim a seat in hell.
I’m assuming God was busy.
Or those Christians got it wrong.
Perhaps they boldly told their tales
And strung the world along.
I guess we’ll never know the truth,
But I somehow now surmise
That even God does not believe
In faulty Christian lies.
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