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Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Between a rock and a hard place
I sigh
I cry

Between a rock and a hard place
unable to speak
growing weak

Between a rock and a hard place
Unable to move
stuck in this groove

Between a rock and a hard place
I am still here
you are still near

Between a rock and a hard place
just where you left me
wondering why
parched and dry
you watch
as I die

Between a rock and a hard place


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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An X-Mess Carol


"An X-Mess Carol"

Somewhere standing barefoot
in the sand, she thought with guilty pleasure
“This is the KORO SEA!” and
conjured up a multitude of story scenarios
Buccaneers, Pirates Parlay, Treasure Maps, 
Davy Jones Locker, Jack Sparrow, Ho’es
you know, those 
childhood things
and for a short hit, guilty pleasure
then the tide dragged the sand
out hard from underneath her feet,
she was sinking.

3 Christmases 
had gone by.
2 missed.
The moon was pulling the tide extra hard
She felt she was being dragged 
feet first out to sea
Magnetic, gravity 
“SHE”
was calling her in again.

The Kid missed her, 
Though she would never admit it.
The Kid didn’t need to hear “SHE”,
she could feel her,
that’s called Empathy.

The Kid understood 
what was so very wrong, this time
what was amiss
Too late now though to turn around.
The Kid had backed herself into a corner
between a rock and a hard place with
a spiteful, alienating lobbyist.
Quietly she said
under her breath,
“This isn’t Christmas”.

Polarized.

Staring way out to the horizon, 
she thought, 
“This is not an escape - 
“THIS IS POLITICS”.

“Politics can be a dirty business.” 
The Kid heard SHE’s voice speak to her
arriving on the breeze.

The Kid recalled 
talks about Paris, 
“…..won’t that be great!” 
“SHE” had said, 
looking over her shoulder at the Kid, 
as she grated lemon rind,then
beat the Double Thick Cream, Lemoncello
Vanilla Bean Paste, Mascarpone for the 
Christmas Trifle
in the Kitchen Whizz, test taste.
Place Cointreau soaked Savoardi in a
fine crystal bowl, pour over the mix,
repeat 3 times
add passionfruit pulp, sliced bananas, 
slivered almonds, fresh raspberries.
“After graduation. You and me Kid. Paris it is!!”

All the effort with the Xmas Lunch,
Ham and Turkey, a special brunch.
Money scarce, but nothing spared,
her kid was HOME -
that’s all that she cared.

Although it was only the two of them
what the Kid didn’t see back then, 
was not just that
 “SHE” always catered for the Kid’s
every whim….

”SHE” was the only one 
who had listened 
intently to all her fabulous stories
the character keys, the maps
that the kid was drawing
the delivery of her precis, 
this, the shared commonality - 
and when “SHE” asked for a repeat,
it wasn’t that she wasn’t listening
she was keenly taking 
THE FULL PLOT 
back in again.

“It’s not important what’s under the tree,
what matters most is who’s around it, see?”

This is what is important at Christmas.
“HOME”.

The Kid was now taking the full plot in…

(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)


Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2017


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AN IMBROGLIO SUNSET

AN IMBROGLIO SUNSET The City pits at night. You can hear the quagmire constantly mobilizing. The City is in quite a dilemma of all the crime happening that iniquity is a ridiculous system to maintain. Nevertheless, the monstrous environment remains. The crisis of revitalization is taking its toll. The City's imbroglio cannot be circumvented. It is like the streets in Brooklyn, New York in the 1860s nothing but filth exists. What preposterous event of a new White mayor. Will he achieve his aspirations? Nonsensical are the people in how they perceive life itself. Will the City remain asinine? When Black people get together, they will destroy the beginning of our time. Enmeshed is the City government. Trap between a rock and a hard place is a system of dishonesty. Ensnared because the problems will not fade nor disappear, the City is indifferent. Will it survive its own harsh treatment? The people are the City. Until they want more, revitalization is only a façade. They depend on their system of government but they do not respect statue of law. This City is in a manifold and what is so apprehensive is that they do not want to reform. They are uniformed in a unified form to destroy their own lifestyles into a meager existence. One day they will awaken to their entire world lost with all tomorrows gone. |_________________________________________________________________| Penned on November 06, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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Letter To Mama

Dear Mama
I'm older now and so much has changed
I miss you don't get me wrong
but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
and I can't even tell you to your face
so I'm writing because my cowardliness has forbidden me to speak
like my lips have been locked shut and somehow
I lost the key
and my mind is overflowing so please don't hate me
I'm trying to balance my reality and form a friendship
without hurting your feelings
and I know I sound insane
I get it, you don't think it's that deep
but you don't see what I see
we haven't imagined the same future for me
you're so stuck on what you think is for me
that you're to blinded to witness
that I'm suffering Mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
thanks for keeping in touch
thanks for all the over-text lessons
but I'm good
I don't need a schooling session
I have teachers
I have counselors
I have coaches
For God sake I have a mom
who puts me in the right direction
you missed your chance years ago
So you need to hear this
let me go
I'm only hanging on by a thread
yet you still dangle from my leg
WHY? because when it snaps 
we're both dead
Can't you see that I'm not just gonna hop up and leave when I turn 18
classified as a runaway
and for what?
so you can just go back to you old ways
Can't you see that you've broken me
caused my head to spin uncontrollably
I want to please you but I want to be happy
Can't you see that I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
I realized that I really don't know you
we had visits and sleepovers
I was a kid, you were all I knew
But I'm older now and so much has changed
I don't see things the same way
I've found somewhere else where I feel safe
I hope you will understand one day
I want you to be in my life
when I graduate
have kids
and heck when I'm a bride
and yes I'll still take your advice
but Don't turn advice into teachings
I hope now you can see my reality
and your heart isn't broken into a million pieces
just know I'm always here to be your friend
and if you never want to talk again I understand
but you see that would just add on to why I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
It's time
to say goodbye to that title
Dear Renisha
I love you always
          -Angel


Note* (I have two moms)
I call my biological mother "Mama" and my adoptive mother "Mom"


Copyright © Angellynn Taylor | Year Posted 2016


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Hate

Hate

As a child I was taught to forgive
In my family hate was a bad word
I took it all in 
Sometimes forgiving too easily
Yet here I am 
Hurting more than I can say
Because in my heart is 

Hate

I was always told that hate hurts the hater
More than the one who is hated
Maybe they are right 
But what do you do when someone you love
Betrays you in so many ways 
In just one day
When they cross a line that can’t be uncrossed
Even puts your well being in jeopardy 
And the first thing you feel 
After the shock is

Hate

I was told to sleep on it and I might feel 
Different in the morning 
Morning came 
And the feeling is stronger
Not better
And as the day has passed 
I feel as if my heart is about to explode 
With all this 

Hate

I am trying so hard
To rationalize 
Turn this feeling around 
Yet for every reason to forgive 
A reason to not comes up too
The trust is all gone 
My heart feels shattered 
I feel like a fool 
For ever trying to mend 
The relationship 
We never really had
I know it isn’t the Christian thing to do
But I just don’t feel that I 
Can ever forgive her 
Not this time 
Not ever 
There is too much bad blood between us
Now there is 

Hate

By blood she is my mother
But that is where it ends
Because yesterday 
She messed with my well being
My sanity
My life 
She put me in-between a rock and a hard place
& I realized  
That as much as I have always
Wanted her to love me 
There has never been anything there
So now it is time to move on
Give up trying 
Because I just can’t bring myself to love her
Anymore 
All I feel is 

Hate

By: Jeanna York
10/20/2013


Copyright © Jeanna York | Year Posted 2013


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Between a Rock and a Hard Place

I thought that falling in love was basic, something any fool could do;
And, being smart, I knew I’d be O.K.
But now I know it’s not so simple, ‘cause I missed my step with you,
And I really lost my balance right away.

And now I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.
Torn between ‘No way,’ and ‘I love you,’
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Good-bye,’
Yes, I’m caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.

Well, I’m not even too sure I like you, and perhaps it’s not required;
Maybe a lover’s just not meant to be a friend …
But I am certain that I love you. Oh, Babe, you really light my fire,
And I guess it’s pretty stupid to pretend.

So now I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.		
Torn between ‘No way,’ and ‘I love you,’
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Good-bye,’
Yes, I’m caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.

I’ve a feeling you’re not good for me, and maybe I’m no good for you,
And I think we really should have stayed apart.
I feel I’m losing my identity and I suspect you feel that too,
And it’s doing so much damage to our hearts.

But we’re still caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.
Torn between ‘No way,’ and ‘I love you,’
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Good-bye,’
Yes, we’re caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.

My head says ‘We must end it now,’ while my heart cries ‘Let me stay!’
How it might have been, I guess we’ll never know …
But now the best thing I can do for you is just get up and walk away:
If you really love me too, you’ll let me go …

Because we’re caught between a rock and a hard place.
Caught between a kiss and a sigh.
Torn between ‘No way’ and ‘I love you’,
In that trap between ‘Hello’ and ‘Goodbye’.
Yes, we’re caught between a rock and a hard, hard place.



This is a song lyric.
Country/Rock - think DollyParton








Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009


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falling into love's cliche

i almost fell between a rock and a hard place,
it rained a hard rain yesterday
and hurt blossomed with echoes of thunder,

five o' clock this morning birdsong fills my ears
and the ground is saturated with unshed tears,
you are the shoulder on which I lay my grief,
you are arms and an arm's embrace
you are hands that tear open old scars,
and hands that expose a wounded heart

last night
we loved and made love
not needing introductions
to the mouth of need,
long into dark jungle mist,
we danced like fools
and roared like beasts

tangled roots
falling
into
our place in the sun.


Copyright © Anna Ruiz | Year Posted 2011


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LETTERS TO ENNOVY

I've tried to give us a thought

About the issues that we're yet to sort.

Between a rock and a hard place you are caught

And that's why this idea I've bought:

Life's too short

So I wont sit back and watch me rot.

My heart and soul cast their vote

And it has fallen to me by lot

To move on, not

Because you ain't hot

But cause love has taught

Me a lesson worth a note:

That if you and you're mate once fought,

And in your hearts there's still space worth a dot

For his memories, and wont consider his/her thought,

Then its like a boat

Lost at sea with its fuel running short.


Copyright © Bester Okwatsa | Year Posted 2013


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Love Letter

                                                                                                                                                     
Hello Madam Butterfly, with the looks of being caught between a rock and a hard place. While you were being formed and before ever you were born, I 
watched near by. I even observed you there all alone, never knowing how long it would be; but I waited for you.                                                                  
                                    
I really like your style, your courage, your  dedication, and can't wait for your exit. Yes, my dear, I have been eyeing you for days on end, looking forward to meeting you. Oh by the way, I am Mr. Bee, just one of many who know and understand hard work. I may be a horse of a different color, a different species, or to you, like a fish out of water. However, I know love when I see it, and I can feel it with you, as you struggle  in your cocoon.                                       

I was tempted to hasten your exit, but I knew better to leave you be, alone 
and naturally. I have a vision of what you'll look like when you break forth; and you will be just stunning. You'll be strong and free like me, and your feathers will be a sight to see as you fly with me. Oh sweet Madam Butterfly, all the bees and butterflies will be forced to stop and stare.                                    

We will be the first of our kind; most odd I'd say, but two of a kind to fall in love.  Moreover, we will pay them no mind, because I took the time to wait for you to be truly mind.

10312017 PS Contest, Love Letter, Viv Wigley


Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017


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Between a Rock and a Hard Place

They say you cannot see conviction
But I know where it is
It hides deep inside our hearts of stone
Till Jesus makes us His

Some people try to run away
When they hear The Master's Call
Others  pretend to see the light
But they bear no fruit at all

Jesus is the Rock of our Salvation
So harden not your hearts
Try your best to hear His Voice
When His Invitation starts

Conviction isn't hard to find
Just seek The Master's Face
For Jesus is the Rock of Ages
But a heart a very hard place






Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010


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From someone's eyes

Her abusive behaviour,
Between a rock and a hard place,
A mittimus nature,
To get one’s rocks off,
A riveting street credibility,
A stream of consciousness.

Her abusive behaviour,
A roll up fierce,
To strengthen someone’s hand,
A figurist Rockumentary,
To fall foul of forward,
To make one’s fortune.

Her abusive behaviour,
Gleaming on soft tips,
Rolling a golden orange,
Under a necklace petals,
To remove the scales
From someone’s eyes.


Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005


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Between a rock and a hard place

I'm looking for love
I find myself between a rock and a hard place
I'm looking for love
All I want to do with this love is to fully embrace 
For marriage is not my life goal
It's a blessing if God so chooses
I'm looking for love on to which I can hold
But I accept we might be of the losers

While looking for love, I pray to God
That through Islam, He gives us light
While looking for love, I pray to God 
That if you change, then only if you feel it's right
Between a rock and a hard place is our position
Enjoying great moments that we define as real
Marriage and the glory of it is our mission
While we allow our hearts to feel

I'm looking for love
I found it in you
You're looking for love
You found it in me too
I hope some day that this rock is moved
And that God and the universe brings us together
That through this journey our love will be proved
And that He allows us to embrace this love forever


Copyright © Wardah Ahmed | Year Posted 2017


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I know I'll get over you

I'm caught in a web and I can't break through

I'm trying to get free, to let go of you

Stuck between a rock and a hard place

My memory holds that smile on your face,



I love you so much I need you to know

that's why it's hard to try and let go

I wanted you to be my start and my end

to let go of love, I leave my best friend



The feeling you gave me, it's hard to find

it's being unique, being one of a kind

I'm caught in a web and I can't break through

but one day I know I'll get over you


Copyright © Rachel-erika Henderson | Year Posted 2016


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Stay or go that the question

Because I love you
do I have to stay 
Because I care 
do I have stay
Im confused and lost 
I made a list like I was told
But the bad out way the good 
So what am I suppose to do
Do I stay and see were it go
Or do I leave and just move on 
IDK what to do
Im stuck between a rock and a hard place 
I need answer but IDK where to go find them
I guess all I can do is just sit and wait 
but hopefully it not to late


Copyright © Martica Hurd | Year Posted 2012


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New beginning Page 53c

Cornucopia

There's a cornucopia of words I could use
To extol your beauty and virtues 
There's a vocabulary avalanche that could appear
On this ream of papyrus in front of me here
Yet in fairness I know they just would not do
To sum up the essence of all that's is you
For no cornucopia could ever give sway
To the adoration I want to portray
For the finest wordsmiths have tried down the years
While me I flounder in my pathetic fears
Between a rock and a hard place I am court
As I know only that my words could only fall short
You deserve a perfection I cannot attain
To know you is to love you that's the words I'll retain


Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2017


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To Be American


 
THE COMMON PEOPLE BRAVED HIGH SEAS TO BEGIN A NEW LIFE                                                                   OPPORTUNITY KNOCKED AND NEW DREAMS REPLACED NIGHTMARES                                                                 BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE WITH A BIBLE, THEY HAD NEW LIFE                                                                 ERASING PAINFUL MEMORIES, THEY WAVED GOODBYE TO THEIR NIGHTMARES

ACCEPTING OF THE OPINIONS OF OTHERS                                                                                               MONOPOLIES ARE TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE                                                                                                     EVEN MAJORITIES ARE TO MAKE ROOM FOR OTHERS                                                                                                       RULERS  OF GOODWILL  ARE WILLING TO BE ACCOUNTABLE

ISSUES, AS WELL AS PERSONS, MUST BE CONFRONTED                                                                            COMMUNICATION TOOLS SHOULD BE UNBIAS AND FAIR                                                                           ANSWERS TO VITAL QUESTIONS ADDRESSED AND CONFRONTED                                                                              NATIONS WHERE PEOPLE HAVE VOICES  ARE NATIONS FREE AND FAIR

08102018Contest, An Acrostic incorporating a quatrain, Savannah Brown


Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2018


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What I Can't Speak Clearly

Between a rock and a hard place, you will always be my tree.

You never were a sycamore, never quite an evergreen. 

To me, you are simply Willow. 

Who else could form a fist so soft, yet still could part the sea? 

The image of you I hold, you may never truly see.

But rest assured, even vision blurred, will see a scene quite clear.

If you’re slipping away, grab my hand. 

For you, I can be near.


Copyright © Alex Cheasty | Year Posted 2018


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I am trapped

Lost in a world of regrets and dejection
Struggling for an escape
But I am shackled between a rock and a hard place
With no key in sight and no help coming my way

I am trapped.

Flung into a world that hates me but needs me
A world with its foot on my neck
The more I struggle, the more the diseased, putrid-smelling member
Crushes nearly the life out of me

I am trapped. 

The open road to nowhere calls me to liberation
But responsibility and maturity have 
Placed a Denver boot on my golden chariot 
And have stolen the reigns of my white stallion

I am trapped.

A sword falls before my feet
With the balm of relief at its tip
Beckoning me to impale 
My already lifeless body
Onto its medicine
But God and hellfire
Prevent my eager hands from 
Injecting my body with its medicine

I am trapped.

What did I do to be plunged 
Into this perpetual prison?
The bars to my cell
Are far too solid to destroy
To whom can I cry out to
And how can I know they can hear me?
Who is able and willing 
To rescue this damoiseau in distress
And how long must I wait?
How long my I hang my harp on a willow tree 
And weep?
How long will it be 
Until I am free?

I am trapped…
I am trapped…

I am trapped.



Copyright © Jali the Bard | Year Posted 2018


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why am i feeling this way
why do i say what i say
do what i do
fully knowing what will become of it at the end of the day
why do people play the games that they play
so unpredictable and not sincere in their ways
tricky tricky flaky and finicky
wishy washy and twisted as it is
i continue to ask for more
blaming myself for allowing to be played with like a toy
boys will be boys
step on you, piss and - on your feelings
and have the audacity to say they had good intentions
my eyes see and my ears listen
i am wise to the lies they be spitting
been through it many a time
know the game and how to play
so why is it i refuse to throw my cards in and walk away
attracted to the drama and suspense
ignoring my gut intuition and common sense
i go along for the ride without strapping myself in
repeatedly again and again
so i ask the question that keeps reappearing
"why am i feeling this way"
stuck between a rock and a hard place
confused when i know what decision to make


Copyright © alisha dawson | Year Posted 2010


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Between A Rock And A Hard Place

E-yes search for exit, 
L-ooking for better way out, 
A-s status is tough.






Form: Acrostic Haiku


Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018


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Cargoes of Folly Within Polly's Pate

Let go of cargoes of folly
Your imagination entertains
Unless you want Molly
To catalyze the increase of strains of pains 

You loathe to endure
In a bid to preserve the sanity
Ensconced in the mind you lure
To expunge the vanity

That invades the chest
Caught up between a rock and a hard place
In Cupid’s vest to test
The robustness you loathe to displace

In circumstances advanced when you flirt
With fire expecting a spin on a merry-go-round
Until cavities of reality hurt
So bad you no longer push around

Sleeping dogs that are best left alone
In peace unless woken up
In their ozone full zone
When you steal delights from the cup

Where Pandora releases cargoes of lunacy
So vile they sear attackers
Mad enough but no tough enough to sample the delicacy 
Concealed in crannies and crevices of coquettish bunkers.


Copyright © john sensele | Year Posted 2018