Best Ahem Poems
Ever have that “ahem?” moment. nothing seems to go right;
though friends and family see your life tight,
they don’t know your struggles, your sleepless night,
the homicidal and suicidal demons you fight.
From the outside all looks clear,
you truly hold family and friends dear;
your securities and stability engulfed in fear;
it’s just sometimes to much to bear.
You look to the heavens for guidance
but in your mind so far the distance;
you continue to fight your demons with resistance;
in the end you pray the struggles will make a difference.
“I’m only human why must it be so hard” you say,
a daily question to your God you pray;
silently screaming as on your face you lay
those sleepless nights awaiting the dawn of day.
Inside so emotional but outside chilly most,
the you everyone sees truly a ghost;
looking beyond self and this world to the Ivory Coast;
to maintain the facade of your sanity at most.
The world has changed not for the better,
this has all been preordained down to the letter;
the coldness can’t be bored with but a sweater;
Questioning “why can’t they see” your tears stream wetter.
I’ve been an old soul all my life,
I overstand your struggles, your strife;
the heart screams the cuts run deeper than any knife,
there has got to be more than this to live this life.
Ahem this phlegm
In snotty body
Needs and pleads
A hotty-toddy.
Think a drink
Or pill will
Fight my plight
Kill this ill?
I might ply
With some rum
Debauch with scotch
Numb the glum.
Until that swill
Outs this bout
My poor sore
Snout will spout.
The Holy Bible is a Journal.
On the desk, and it's definitely
not made of Mahogany,
it's lightly-stained Oak.
The blanket is Navaho. It's All Sacred.
Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini
- will make more, but the Object can't be Programmed.
It's one of the gadflies or juggernauts ,
some say Gordian Knots,
of Simulation "Theory."
It's REALLY HARD (some say - ahem - difficult) to simulate a Grandpa.
11/5/20
"Ahem"
Ahem
Time keeps flying
I'm trying
They keep prying
Continually lying
And spying
Because they want to see me crying
Frying
Then dying
To me it's not terrifying
To them it would be satisfying
They thought
It would be a shock
And stop me, but it did not
Far too oft
They talk
And mock
But the irony of it, is that I'm not the bad guy like Doc Ock
I don't know or care if they ever got
Whatever it is that they want
Sheep continue to flock
And predators are out to stalk
Typical bull **** seen around the clock
Secrets buried, submerged or hidden behind a lock
Good intentions, and sinister plots
Only being half-assed, or out to get it at all costs
Many found their way, and others were lost
They attempted to hit me where it hurt
But it never worked
Only made me go berserk
For what it's worth
You're no better than other scum on this Earth
Won't be the last or the first
It's been an endless search
Since birth
Been blessed yet cursed
I've done better, and I've done worse
They just can't relate
Or appreciate
Therefore they hate
And try to eliminate
Night and day
At any time and place
Because they find it great
They already got plenty
Yet they keep being so petty
They'll act all friendly
But they just really want a levy
On you, so they can remain wealthy
Meanwhile you struggle to stay healthy
Because your pockets are empty
From them taking every single penny
This life can be rather heavy
And deadly
Especially if it involves envy
Unfortunately, it's been the outcome for many
Dazzling diamonds
Precious pearls
Elegant emeralds
Sapphire swirls
Sparkling silver
Glitter of gold
Allure of amethyst
He gave her multi beryl
Their wedding's on hold...
I remember the first day I saw you.
You were out of reach,
But I knew I would get to you soon.
When you uttered the first word,
The day we finally crossed paths,
The words on that paper I was reading,
Juggled up and left me off track.
Took my time watching your every move,
From what food you liked,
To who you called your Achuz.
I remember when you said you would wait for me,
And I bravely looked through the windows to your soul,
Searching for a tangible lie to feed,
My habitual anticipation. (I found none)
Thank you...
For making me feel human.
Keeping up with someone like me,
Is an item on the list of a few.
And for that I salute
...Amour eternel
No mercy from god
No God
No soul
No
Just know
Time to
Remember
The days of Sep
Sep...what was that song, ~~OH,
August
Date: 09/06/2019