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Another Day
In the morning when I wake,
I am thankful I can see.
I am grateful.
I take a survey and find,
that I hurt in many places,
some way more than others.
Age... is a hard thing to understand.
There are too many issues,
to convey and no time left to do so.
Yeah, there may be a year...
or two or ten.
But getting older has been,
an experience.
Sometimes you have to do a thing,
to truly know how it feelzzzzz...
I sit up slowly not fast,
as I get dizzy.
Not from the normal flow of blood,
but the medications that I take.
It is just part of "getting older"...
But, I don't want to believe,
that part to be...
true.
"I remember when's" come up all the time.
"I wish that the I had's", were less often.
That would always be a good thing.
If I were to tell any young person today,
about tomorrow or even yesterday,
I would tell them loudly,
strongly and with all that I had to offer,
live and never stop living.
Regret is an evil sister,
you never want to live in the house
you will always intend to call home.
Do not be a toad.
Laugh.
Ann Foster BooksbyAFoster
The Poetry Assessor - www.poetryassessor.com
Waiting for poetrysoup-dot-com
Spinning wheel’s hamsters – my brain goes numb
Will my comment be posted
Before my vision’s toasted
Please just wake me up when it is done
Sometimes I read and spend half my day
Hoping each comment will soon display
To return comments, I try
Slowly, a minute goes by
Raise the speed before I drift away
If your time is precious to you too
There must be something else you can do
Take a walk; check when you’re back
Hamsters may have left their track
If there’s an error page, start anew
W...WAITING FOR THE OPPORTUNE TIME
....TO TAKE AN OPPONENT DOWN.A WITCH
....DISGUISED AS PRETTY FOR THE ENTRAP-
....MENT.
I...INGRAINED IN IGNORANCE INHALING
....INQUITY AND BREATHING OUT INSANITY
....ACTING LIKE SCHIZO..IN NEED OF TREATMENT.
C...CONTAGIOUS CANCER SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.
....YOUR WORDS ARE FILLED WITH DISEASED. THE
....ONLY COMPANY YOU KEEP IS DYSFUNCTIONAL MINDS
....HATEFUL AND MEAN JUST LIKE YOU...............
K..KILLER OF THE TRUTH, THE LIGHT CAUSES YOUR
...INTERNAL ORGANS TO BLEED. INSIDE OUT......
E..ENUNCIATION ENTHRRALLS THE CROWDS AT LARGE.
..YOUR ENGAGMENTS ARE ERRONEOUS. YOU CAN ONLY
...SPEAK TO THE EMOTIONS OF EROSION.......
D...DELIBERATELY SETTING THE DATE OF DEATH
....AND DESTRUCTON.........................
A little something
for
Chunky
from his girl
A middle aged woman
With a young girls dreams
Was wondering just what
True love could mean
Friends said on lines
the best place to be
Looking for prince charming
Was totally free
A few strokes of the keys
And he was there to see
Prince charming indeed
There on the monitor screen
A message she sent
Along with a pic
A click of the mouse
Led him to her house
At last the meaning of love
has been found out
Now she finally knows
What every ones talking about
Now over a year later
Every one can see
She found her true love
without paying a fee
life's split personalities refusing to be held hostage by mass destruction
the truth of everyone alive is deserving of living a good life
a global conspiracy for global disarment where no will not be an answer
blind leading the blind if this you dont see
get ready to bounce
slide the prophet
pass the note
switch the slip
society held hostage by the constant fear of this nightmare
of mass destruction
your turn is over
life is telling you to stand down
with a promise to slide into the 11 lives he doesn't plan to keep
to comit suicide in your body and not cry
practice makes perfect
lies of liars lieing about other liars lies
our nightmare is over
or die trying to keep hell on earth
your turn is over
the entire planet agrees
1
2
3
marble my spoon
color the triangle
count the circles
the blessings being mastermined as we rob our own miracle
to replace the negatives with the positives to win in a big way
blind leading the blind if you do not see we were born to live happy
not die in terror of ourselves in confusion
take sometime to prepare yourself
to humble yourself to a god
or die for the hell you are bent on
this is a threat life promises to you
my nightmare ends
life is too short for torturing ourselves this way
lead to your demise by sex and chocolate
our demonstration of sex and diamonds
a one track mind laying the rails
all aboard on this soulbound prayer
the locomation coming your way
A Change Is A Com'n
Though this baby boomer,
(who didst roam man
upon this Earth
since the year
mcmLix) does not
coon sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly
with chronic setbacks
inaugurated by President
Donald Trump, an in volunteer
re: response, (asper just
the faintest hint
of a smile) veer
really played itself across
my countenance un bear
ably impossible to depress, repress,
and/or suppress, upon
gleaning America Online
cover headline indicating
Representative Beto O’Rourke,
a (Texas Democrat) care
fully, sir up tush hiss lee,
reportedly, and quietly
considering a 2020 grab
for White House
commander in Chief chair
met with Barack Obama dare
ring political polls
to hedge intimation,
though true motives unclear
that said progressive
former named person
(from Lone Star State)
might be seriously sincere
conjoining what promises
to be a dynamically
hearty, lucky, and plucky
solution to uptear,
the present woebegone crisis
of dreadlock, gridlock, and
padlock stasis, the political
ship of state (Leviathan
countenanced by Thomas Hobbes
circa 1651) pitching
United States government
upon reprehensible threshold
inching the Doomsday Clock
closer than ever to thermonuclear
global mortal kombat triggering
unset of unstoppable subnuclear
barrage in record time (mere
minutes transforming the
world wide web into
many a schmear
compromising most all life
into a bajillion bits
of pulverized powder,
guaranteeing the demise,
sans *****sapiens,
and thus no
Santa Claus to steer
the motley crue
of feisty reindeer,
this above mentioned dissolution,
would sadly, unfortunately,
wretchedly remove *****
as well the straight
sexually oriented persons matter,
would become reconstituted
into surprise show stopping premiere
of some alternate lifeform,
no doubt signalled
with at least one outlier
or maybe even a noncareer mutineer!
Bobby believed in love at first sight,
he wanted to get everything right-
Asked Laurie on a date-
but he showed up too late,
he hurried home and started to write.
Tried to find a way to say sorry,
put him in a difficult query-
Writing sure wasn’t his style,
so after a long while,
he knew how he could win back Laurie.
Asked her to come over for dinner,
thought, “man I could sure be a winner!”
She walked in overweight,
in profile pic looked great,
he said, “online you sure looked thinner!”
She kicked him where the sun never shined,
then said, “do you have any more wine?”
She ate all the dessert,
then she started to flirt,
ran to the bathroom and took her time.
“You’re sure crazy to think you could stay!
So what do you think you would convey?
My nuts are all shrunken,
you’re a crazy drunken,
and you even broke my darn bidet!”
Date Written: September 13, 2016
years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin
learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose
lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one
and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for
fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go
a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
just go surf and see the game
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!
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PEOPLE DOT COM
The nightingale sings
With full-throated ease.
The tree swings
In its majestic way.
The lion gets its prey
For a good meal story.
But whatever I do,
I pause to think about
What people will say.
I am a Jew
In love with
A gentile
But what will they say?
I am a Prince
Feeling agape
For my virtuous maid
But what will they say?
I am a Protestant
With deep affection
For a Cath-Princess
But what will they say?
I am a coloured knight
Panther of my fair liege lady
Still, what will they say?
Even love for piety
In a stony society
Calls for what they will say…
Lovers cannot pursue
Their heartthrob
For the fear of what they will say
I am a car owner
I feel like ambling the street;
I am a damsel with
A fixed Brazilian hair,
To unfix it and plait didi
What will they say?
When you make a great feat
They will say you have suspicious feet
They will say
Dem go sey
Wetin dem go say?
Kilode!
Before my thoughts to action become,
Must they first be reviewed on people.com?
Man’s quest for happiness
Is bound to that sorrowful cord
Called “dem-go-sey”
Is it until my breath is gone?
When my eyes can no longer behold Nature’s boundless beauty,
When my nostrils can no longer inhale its fresh fragrance,
When my ears can no longer hear its melodious music,
When my bud can no longer taste of its delicious delicacy,
When my hands can no longer clasp its sea sand,
When my feet can no longer amble on its graceful grounds,
Is it then that I will ask;
What will God say?
Say what you want to say,
Just don't tell me how to pray,
Some things are just too precious,
Such as how my faith and grace is,
Do unto me as I do unto you,
Let me find my own path which is true,
When I'm ready to meet the call,
I'll be sure to include you all,
I understand that we may not agree,
But prayers to God should always be free,
And may you find what gives you peace,
Gives you joy and meets your needs,
As a neighbor I'll give you a hand,
Share my beliefs and all that I can,
But for more about my beliefs in God,
Please visit me at faith in the grace dot com
Ends of a circle meet
to create a cipher union
that dot of center
the full stop of its Beginnings
when I close me eyes
a sparkle and surprise
doth shimmer down
all the way
to me thighs...
am I ?
the reason Y
yr here? concentrating
on the small stuff
while you drive
I'll steer...
I like yr relationship philosophy
as stated in yr profile,
and I'll leave a bunsen burner on
as to get reaction from yr smile!
for chemistry and biology
are separate subjects from
our alterior motives
that show If
yr the One....
This one goes out to any of you who find yourself
feeling like me.
Maybe ones who are looking for a special friend,
or just someone to keep company.
If you’ve had the luck that I’ve had on those sites,
just wanting to find someone to date.
You too want to quit, but each time you start to hit “delete”, who pops up, but your
next “perfect mate”.
I’ve met Cary Grant, Hugh Grant, Superman and more.
I've met Elvis, and Waylon too.
But when it came right down to the truth, they were really
Popeye, Mr Magoo and Spongebob to name a few.
And then, you find one that you think is OK, so you start
having a small conversation.
Next thing you know he’s talking “love” and smut, and wanting you
to go with him on vacation.
He’s wanting to know all that personal stuff, like, well
stuff you don’t want to talk about.
And when you tell him, “That’s just too personal”, he replies,
“Shouldn’t be, I thought you were an adult”
Well, that’s where most of those relationships end. I just
don’t have patience for that.
So then I just go over to the couch and snuggle with the one that truly loves me.
My one and only,...my cat.