Best Complications Poems
(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
i remember us running
with nets in tiny hands
through fields of daisies
the old jalopy hidden within
near that old weathered barn
its faded red color
almost looked brown
in the distance
oh the innocence
and laughter of children
with butterflies
and fireflies in jars
their soft light
flickering
from bedside tables
sometimes i stop
at the edge of the fields
and watch the butterflies
in the folds of daises
just to feel you near
July 9, 2019
Old Jalopy Contest
Should we that have no lack give of our store
Of food to those who live in daily need
When they cannot deny the pressing greed
Of cravings and addictions crying, "More
For me, and you'll forget that you are poor,
And how your heart has never ceased to bleed
From beatings and abuse for ev'ry deed
Opposed, or else that made a conscience sore
By doing right"? This then ought we to say
To those who claim providing clothes will aid
Their errant ways: " 'O Lord, when saw we thee
In hunger or in thirst along the way,
Or naked, or in prison,' and He said,
'The least of these ye served as unto Me.' "
{Miltonic Sonnet}
(Written April 28th, 2014)
{Loosely quoted from Matthew 25}
Progress,
Improve the world,
Life became more complex,
Moving forward lost its appeal,
Step back.
Correct me if I’m wrong but is not love built on trust?
And if love is built on trust, do you trust me?
God teaches us to look past ones actions,
Yet you continue to judge.
I work so hard for a sliver of your approval,
Only to be crushed by my own imperfections.
If you have taught me one important thing,
It is this:
You are my mom,
Not my friend.
They punch a fist in the air
Anger written on their faces
Those deaths of their own..
Having ignited hidden fires
Rushing over each other arsonist...
Reason and civility is thrown away
Adopting hardwired survival mode
They rant chant and grow furious
Distancing rules of Covid forgat
I cry with them and pray morrow
We won't be burying them too..
When the dreaded virus attacks
Who is fueling these fires now..
At a time when the neo-revolutionaries
Risk being executed by a Covid 19 virus
Distancing they are testing a hypothesis
In a battle as old as time the surge-on
Is it the Spanish conquerors who ignited it now..
Or the Arabian enslavers who planted the seeds
Or them Templer's founders of the Newfoundland
Who appeased them fires with an in God we trust
When the puritans in Salem burnt Tituba
Her confessions to witchcraft but coerced
A puritan community covering behind Law
Aiding and abetting an injustice of racism
Wait now..did they but then set her free..
Where are all the gains made in rights movements
If at the tiniest spark flames allover do now ignite
Is tolerance but a subtle retreat as peoples gather..
All manner of arsenal in battle the for domination...
Sons of a lesser God are there really any now One
Yet you do recite that he called his son from Kafira
With Kemet said to have enslaved a race chosen..
Am reminded he blessed them all.. subdue the earth
Not subdue and conquer each other
Not to exploit other's guise of labour
As they enshrine a demi-god of greed
Fondly aptly its named urban culture
This one now does call for patient(ce+...
Have they not suffered enough anguish
At this stage of the Journey-Kibrithmana
And as Moosa uplifted that bronze snake
Don a bib... We pray it not Horsemen
We heard what seven thunders spake
As angels Swoon all over the earth...
Reapers working overtime.. Jumbos
In the absence of complication
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
Above all the disquietude and disorder
Peace does encompass the serenity displaced
To demonstrate the possibilities that are
Available to those willing to accept them.
Persevere as you can in spite of the turmoil
Which stands constant in your byway
To procure the benefits of positivity
Until all struggles have been left behind.
The crowd pushed me away, but I'll stay positive through it all
Lap up my emotions, animals of sympathy, for I'm your trough
Trying not to lose hope in violent tranquility (peaceful and chaotic circumstances)...endure through these tribulations by finding an escape route...a destination called the Lands of Non-fixated Free-falls (a land of Liberty that results in living life in good hands)
Enough with this flowery language I've written down...enough? No...pursue excellence in all you do and I, too, can take that swift advice! Don't be scared or unprepared of what lies ahead - don't take what I say as fluff (insignificant)
At times, rhyming patterns in poetry can be a rough task...life, in general, isn't always a lose-lose, win-win
So, I bask in complications and I have a huge amount of ideas that nudge at my noggin (pokes at my brain)
Smile for a while and jog the extra mile with me, abiding by your side for eternity and beyond
You're the one that I was fond of once upon a time...I don't mean to be deceiving by my flirtatious ways...straining our once-and-for-all bond...
You need to make an income raise by the honors of overcoming financial issues (by saving and spending, you need an award)
I've been stressing about from day in to day out, but without a doubt, I'm more than happy that I'm not in worst shoes (not in a worse situation that a person may go through)
Surprise my oozing-of-saliva tongue taste buds with your sensuous champaign of championship in heart (give me a taste of your victory)
I'm awkward
I'm absurd
I won't bite...I might not be your type of writing, readers who might read this...
Creativity kisses me in the abstract abyss...
...bewildered by the after-consumption of tainted bliss ~ _ ~
(That part means surprised by something you thought was good, but it turns out bad)
I need to wear an upside down frown
I'm down to be with anyone who can lift me up
I'm done being in the dark about the problems that I can't quite put a finger on...
And a-a-anyways,
I'm, frankly, hopelessly mind-blown
Spiritual juggernaut
blessed in angel fire,
pushed from birth, in virtue not,
into life blood pyre.
Sinister cloud haunts her soul
while the rest come and go.
Her blood, drained of most all hope.
Too few words left to sew.
The pages are left to blank.
Life blood gone haywire.
Wordsmith on extended break
to build her own pyre.
It started out of curiosity
this friendship became a priority
through months of nurturing
many days of cluttering
complications aside
we are still side by side
making lightweight of every obstacle
in our aim to grow nothing is oracle
no one believed it would work
little did they know that God's hands were at work
plugging and tugging
molding and forming
complications aside
He is still on our side...
my summer love
is up for interpretation
deeper day-dreaming
and other
complications
my summer love
loves summer
more than me
dead
red
rose
petals
I have had sexual relations with this woman
(my soul mate)
I plan on having much more with her-
...hold the cigars, - and any sex toys.
her smooth skin her smell her eyes
her beautiful mouth she is my world,
her loving consumes me,
I'm under her spell, she brings love thunder
beyond romantic-a realm of affection
deep love blessed adorn perfection
...there is no alternative...
...she is my protection...
The winter sun warms my face
As I look up at the vast cloudless sky.
In that same instance the cold northern wind
Dances at my back lifting my hair in disarray.
As I sit, I am surprised the ground is warmed
By the powerful rays on this January day.
I hear the crash and gurgle of the incoming tide
Against the rocky bluffs below me,
As I watch the fishing boat cut through the choppiness
Of the wind swept white caps, on it’s way home.
I let myself breathe in and out, and empty my mind
Of all thoughts, feelings, and emotions,
Until I am just present in that moment.
The calmness of my surroundings overcomes me,
And washes over me, bringing peace to my complicated life.
The man ate,
he spoke,
he walked,
he worked,
he slept,
he awoke,
he repeated all of the above,
day in day out,
he called it life,
and did so,
till he was unable to call it so,
others did the same,
where was the confusion,
this is life,
if life was thi simple,
what was the clamor all about,
two words make for it all,
"special" and "of others",
If he wanted to do anything special,
meaning over the normally understood,
and which others also wanted to do,
he was bad and no longer good.
For far too long I have read these words.
Not knowing what it meant at first.
Maybe it was just a matter of not
speaking about what it was,
that it was complicated.
Maybe the story was too deep,
too many details to discuss.
Or that if you did, it
would only bring back the pain.
It's not because we complicate them,
it's because of where we are,
problems do arise and sometimes
we can't come to a solution.
Sometimes it stays a mess,
where two people can't see
eye to eye anymore.
The feelings change.
Complications come and go
its a matter of learning from them,
and trying to work on them,
so the next one is less complicated.