Best Alleviated Poems
I wanted
peanut butter and jam
But settled
for bread and butter
I wanted a puppy
but got a hamster instead
I wanted you to live forever
Until I wished you were dead
You promised me everything
it was always less than enough
You lacked imagination
I was never interested in stuff
Instead of substance you offered tough
Me not being understood was worse than rough
You bribed me with attention
so I would hang on every word
I was the invisible hopeful talker
who wanted to be heard
I waited for your pauses
Hoping for a say
But it seemed that you were breathless
morning night and day
Why did I think you were amazing
the true epitome
I believed in your greatness
the carefully constructed history
A lover of self a strange christianity
Your selfishness
became your blasphemy
Daddy, papa,
stranger, ghost
You gave little but wanted the most
I wanted to know you as a better man
You couldn't tell me that I could or can
succeed in life or truly stand
You lacked the ability to be that dad
All I could think was that I was bad
Still in some strange way,
you're the reason who I am and I'm glad.
My life didn't turn out to be sad
The ones in my life
Who I love and who want
I gift them with more than tears
I've learned through my years
the strength of my ears
By listening to hopes
I've alleviated fears
At times I've been their mirrors
By knowing who they are
I've helped them go far
They're better than famous
They are who they are
When someone is loved they feel like a star
All anyone wants
Is to be on the radar
So thanks to you
I'm seen in a way
Today, when it means everything
Things turned out better than okay!
A UFO was seen blazing across the sky
Lighting up the night as it went zooming by
Many thought it was a plane in flames
To the scene of the crash the emergency services came
They were taken aback when they saw the alien craft
Then they took out their phones to take photographs
Suddenly the hatch opened!, and everyone was in shock
As the head of the alien popped out, he looked like Mr Spock!
The police aimed their guns at the alien with the pointed ears
But when he said "I come in peace", it alleviated their fears
"Take me to your leader", said he, as from his craft he jumped
And so they took him to Donald Trump!
The two beings from different planets discussed matters of state
Then Trump told him he could make his planet great!
But the alien was surely going to avoid Earth's fate
And he replied, "We practice love, not hate"!
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7-29-18
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It's Not About Me
In England my mom was a nurse during WW11
Caring for Americans and British soldiers tis true
Hearing her stories was my inspiration
Registered nurse became my aspiration
During the years I've served as a nurse
My experience and patients have been diverse
Working in various fields as I am very curious
Mental health, dialysis, triage, all very serious
Some situations are sad, I learned not to cry
It is not about me, only their comfort to heal or to die
Of course, when I got home I sometimes shed tears
Hoping our care was sufficient and alleviated their fears
What I have gained is more than I gave
Learning courage from patients we tried to save
Save from addictions, pain, or death
People laughing, smiling despite struggling for breath
Some days have been funny,hilarious, some sad
Serving the Lord and people, for all days I am glad
My decision to be a nurse has made me stronger
I thank my patients and hope I can serve longer
Queen in our eyes!
Goddess in our hearts.
Alleviated fears, shaped behaviors,
Built careers, educated a nation,
Sang hymnals through the moments slowly.
She learned to live and love,
Unperturbed by failure, unruffled by haste,
Rising in the midnight glory,
Unbounded by time, undimmed by hope.
She sang dirges in ceremonies,
Boxed by pain, razed with tears,
Called on God in heaven,
Pushed by problems unleashed by dreams.
To wipe our tears and mend our fails,
Charred by life’s harsh realities,
Unbroken by woes, strengthened in invocations,
Into our stubborn adolescent years,
Through hectic times and sickbed comforts.
I reminisce her brief scolding,
Refusing to go to school for no reason,
And all the exquisite wares I broke —
Can’t fathom the pain I caused her.
But she never gave up on me,
Not he, not her, not us.
Even those who laid upon her lap,
A neighborhood mum circumventing the hemisphere
With her selfless deeds.
Spreading euphoria here and there,
With little that she had, her love unrelenting,
For the ones she nurtured beneath her feet,
With a partner she adored since day one.
She smiles, and there is hope,
Of small beginnings and grand endings.
In her voice, comfort and peace,
I will forever be grateful for a mother like you.
So thank you for words uttered,
For actions and inactions,
For love unconditional,
Even in anger, even in pain.
Thank you for souls well nurtured,
The spanks so brusque, the food, the gifts,
Thank you for care unending,
May God bless you always.
Thank you for a life well lived;
In your footsteps we follow suit.
Why do you use sex as a control weapon?
You pretend to not know that we need it.
The monster must be alleviated, released.
We get sex when we get a promotion,
or our birthday or when we buy you a gift.
What greed is that?
Can you even have a real ******? Or faking it?
We know you have one when you do our best friend!
You ignore that in all of history we have owned you!
And now you are free, free to use it to control us.
And when we cheat, you feel so betrayed.
Anger that we were stupid enough
To commit to you for life,
When we didn’t know that you were so ungiving,
To care about our sexual needs.
You expect us to control it, are you stupid? Naïve?
Men are molesting children: their own children, because of women like you!
I know, because most of the women I have dated were abused by their own fathers.
The best we could hope for is that they only cheat with another adult.
Why are these women staying with men that abused their own daughters?
This has got to STOP.
These lies must STOP.
Cutting our foreskin does not stop us from masturbating, or needing!
Grahame Crackers are useless. Other men, Craigslist, Bathrooms, YMCA!
Men are becoming gay, roleplaying the fantasies of their oppressed mothers.
Spank me daddy! Whose your daddy? Make me do it!
We men are having a hard time transitioning into the freedoms you have!
Look at history or the rural Muslims killing their wives or the Africans cutting off the ********.
This issue is tearing humanity apart!
All the divorces, are because of you not servicing your man.
He would never hurt you or leave you if he was satisfied sexually!
This means you have to exercise and stay fit for him to be proud of his mate!
So if you gain weight and not care for his pride: You are the abuser!
Milk your husbands, or they will find someone else too.
All because you are so self-centered, lazy, and greedy for power.
So whose your daddy? I AM,
A mere walk in the street with some old memories,
At a mute dawn with lighted bulbs;
Recalling again some old sceneries
Sore retrospect running in my arteries.
Under the bridge I came; to wonder
Heard some drops falling on its top!
Declaring the demise of the silence hereunder
The rooftops began to crack by the thunder.
A forlorn feather struggling to rest on a concrete.
When it found a sleeping puppy,
It slipped on his feet.
Contiguous to him- it took a seat.
I slithered over a perished white paper,
figured out it was a love note!
yearning to reach its friend ,from a weeper,
saying that-without her-he is a forsaken laker.
He also conveyed the conventions they made:
"We can conquer the world together."
"Thou art my harmony and my shade,
"so no farewell is to be bade."
Suddenly! a phantom of a car drew near
And alas, I was in the middle of the road reading the note
I resigned to this feeling of fear.
And soon was a vapid body of a deer.
The last thing I glimpsed, was:
A worn out man on an old bicycle
-tattered though it was, it showed no flaws-
Waving at me; manifesting his sympathy and awes.
I discerned there was no reason to survive
This venom of old grievances
Decided to eat me alive!
And there was no cure to make me thrive..
Struggle-didn't I- to remain
No echoes of merry sounds to listen
No shadows of love, but pain,
Nothing alleviated my heart's sprain.
I left the glass broken
And I seek no returning back.
So many words left unspoken
But the tale is not yet woven:
Because the rain was washing my dust!
It didn't want me to rust.
And the thunder was roaring for me
To look around and realize the glee!
The peacefulness by which the puppy slept
And the shelter offered for the feather to be kept.
The love note that made me believe love still exists,
And old is gold with the bicycle despite its twists
And now I could see the sun on the horizon,
I- with the whole sleeping world-has risen.
Children of the Earth, I come to you in song
On a day full of glorious rain
O' glorious rain wash away the pain
Of a yesterday coated in plastic
From plastic smiles to plastic motives
We'll wash it all away
On a day full of glorious rain
Children of the Earth, I come to you in song
Children of the Earth I come to you in spirit
On a day full of promises
For we will dance with each other
And color fades, sexuality fades, religion fades
You're all just my little children
Dancing to jovial music as we promise
We promise to save the world
Children of the Earth, I come to you in spirit
Children of the Earth, I come to you in love
For love is essential in life
Let us embrace each other and recognize
The fallacy of homogeneity
You're all humans and part of a complex web
Of beautiful creatures, landscapes, and history
You're all my little children
Children of the Earth, I come to you in love
Children of the Earth, I come to you in hope
That the tensions of yesterday
May be alleviated through song and dance
As you accept that we must all survive together
For in unity humanity may transcend mortality
And dance through the solar system
To find other child bearing planets
Children of the Earth, I come to you in the hope
That you won't let me die
Please don't let me die
(Answer to Claude McKay I shall return)
YOU shall not come again
You won’t come back
You shall not turn up, you shan’t
To chuckle and care for the ones you want to see
To wristwatch with wonder surprised eyes
For the dozy noontime shall be shadowy,
And you shall not see the way
The forest fires shall have eased off
And there shall be mere darkness, grey
Grey smoke drifting stagnantly
To the blackened grey sky without limit
You won’t reach your destination
Where many streams loiter without flowing
As huge boulders in it are embedded
Your dreams shall be unrealized
From afar ere you arrive
You shall hear the fiddle and fife
Of the village of your destination,
Eliding desponding delicious tunes
That stir to life the secreted depth of native life
Of a life of depression, nullity of life
Dull melodies of primitive, smart tunes that
Shall make you moan, this weak and vicious melodies
You shall not return, you shall not return
The pain in your heart, the soreness in your soul
Cannot be alleviated, you shall expire
Before you return your dreams unrealized
You shall not return again
My heart is alleviated,
Wishing that it was all a dream,
Hoping to wake up soon,
From this nightmare,
Nothing else matters to me,
I left all left behind,
Looking at your eyes bright,
Staring at me,
Feeling the deepest pain,
Yet comes another day with full of rain,
My heart is empty and blain,
Pounding like it would drain,
When you are far away,
I want to hold you tight,
Wishing that you are mine,
Forever and ever together never apart,
My soul, body, and heart,
Loving you always and forever,
If you ever ask of what I want?
A man who is interesting, loving, caring, funny,
He is the one that you are,
And that is the one I want,
When I touch your heart,
Wondering how long can it be hold?
Forever the lasting heart,
8:55 am Wensday, waiting for your call,
My mind wonders off,
Wondering why?
Wishing to hold you forever tight,
Missing you dearly,
Trying to be on your spot,
Not knowing what will I do,
I just can't believe that this is happening,
Remember I am just a phone call away,
Best friends are always there,
In good and bad times,
I love you, Vic now and forever.
To relax your soul
Systematic systematic
Towards the road ahead
Rhythmatic Rhythmatic
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
She filters the ground
Pulsates pulsates
The combined realms
Deviates deviates
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Without a word she vomits
Congruous congruous
Tips her hat over
Sumptuous sumptuous
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
The fellowship of tires
Righteous righteous
Times alleviated system
Harmonious harmonious
Harmonious Crazy
Crazy
Harmonious Crazy
Crazy
To be without a standing
Lost upon a riotous landing
This world has gone crazy
Harmonious crazy!
Russell Sivey
running and hiding and feeding and lying,
stunning and confiding and bleeding and crying.
I saw you there in a crowded room,
I felt that glare in a daze of gloom.
You ran with fire up to my door,
and then time stopped...forevermore.
You seemed distracted, numb and stoic,
your dreams abstracted, I did not know it.
You were alleviated by pain and sorrow,
you initiated death while joy I borrowed.
I thought I knew what this life was for,
and then beliefs stopped...forevermore.
I knew there was nothing that I could do,
and you knew that I believed in you.
You chose to die without reason or rhyme,
you froze from the Winter season of time.
Forgiveness came just like before,
and then mercy stopped...forevermore.
It was December you died from addiction,
I do remember you lied with contradiction.
You sought out joy in the wrong place,
you fought to destroy the smile on your face.
Your life so lovely, beauty turned to abhor,
and then you died...forevermore.
failing and concealing and needing and defying,
wailing and revealing and heeding and dying.
and then my life ended...
...forevermore.
July 5, 2017
A minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem posse sub bully dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his spurt full of peace, bot tee, and mind.
Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity.
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dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018
no matter this dawg gone pup
took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
body electric still ragged
as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
ensnared within a time warp,
espied that aggravating "aw SNAP"
(error code instead of a webpage
indicating Chrome happens to be
experiencing problems loading)
or, simultaneously
caught in a narcoleptic parent trap
thus, while a burst of energy
temporarily doth prevail
(a priori which extreme fatigue
of body, mind and spirit -
more troublesome, and worse than -
getting crucified
with a rusty nine inch nail
alleviated with deep sleep finds
much more tiredness
than usual quotidian sleepiness
bruiting this male)
being imprisoned (for high
gram matt tick crimes
and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices,
dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive,
unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera
which landed me punctually,
proverbially, and squarely
in the slaammed shut jail
fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail
nauseating pluperfect revulsion
each time hide exhale
which, many hours long rests did restore
for a bit of time only for totally tubular
exhaustion to come roar
ring back leaving me tour
charred as if...i fought in every major war.
A portly partridge, a kale coloured koala and a lecherous lion were climbing up a snow covered precipice in a first gear shake. The beating of the engine spike of deathly chills and the iced tipped trees stood erect and only spoke once a day in such adverse weather conditions. Timed well was the trotting mare and hound who signalled maneuvers with hooves and paws which were then simultaneously broadcast in silhouette style across the vast landscape. Thus ensuring that the need for appropriate shoe wear was obsolete and the desire to change into a curtain was quickly alleviated for the rug proved to be a warmer and safer option at this time. Optionally optics opened orifices ornately. And powers arrived in a small jar of white whistling whiskey then whisked was whiskers waiting, warbling and walking. Wallingford castle and heritage began. In a snapped swapped series shown on a watch on a break. For audiences of many many podiums were clapping but assaulting the many written deeds which were then swept up by a six inch metal cuckoo clock. Magnify that then. And the snore from a mn abominable bull was businesses beckoning business in a pound dollar Yuan style but printed paper playing poker was arguing with a simplistic grinning cheese board in a cavern furnished to a very high standard. With a tank of fish overhead. Sharks. A swimming pool. Heated. Like a pool. A large sealed off chamber with an entrance under a road going up up up. And that was the land of the vegetable man with bulbous eyes, the bull in tight fitting suit and the snooker champion with an insect head. Round round round goes the house in a heap. Clapping clams chasing cauliflower club. Haha digital data dog. Haha fork fried xxxxx opticromistical Z z z Z
My imprint
Startling, though it’s minor
Leaves all views
Of Autumn, inside
Feelings may differ
But alongside
Alone, the heart screams
For someone
To understand, the colors
Of bewilderment
Expressed upon, and alleviated
By, heart filled wonder
She holds it
Inside Autumn
Mother, kindly change
So I may deliver
On promises
Yet to be made
Boiling down, towards
Being alone
My imprint
Signifies all nothingness
That is left behind
Through the colors
Of autumnal grace
Russell Sivey
On Mon, Feb 2, 2015 at 1:58 PM, Terry Cooper wrote:
Touched in the head a little like he is.
Yes you are a James Taylor in the making
Or where you fooling and only faking
I cook chips I don't do baking
Cakes and pies are so pains taking
I like a project I get in my teeth
Not something that can buy an early wreath
So Jim Horn are you really a musician
Or someone that mimes behind a partition
I express my desire to set the world on fire
Before I eventually have to expire
Problem was disturbing and when deductive
Process was non productive and ever so disruptive.
And to everything there may be many catches
If needed carry some matches and anti smoking patches
And you will also learn that you need latches
For all of your BS each poem catches.
Originally by Terry Cooper and slightly
And by horns have been abbreviated
So don't take any of loosely or lightly
Or else it will have to be alleviated.
You can start laughing any time you want to.
A little laugh can go a long age depending on
age, education and maturity. Be sure to save
some for me for reasons related to security.
Terry Cooper, et. al. who usually eats it all.
So what's eating you anyway.