Best Go Through The Motions Poems
I have many cousins that share my life,
There is Happiness, Sadness, and Grief holds the knife;
There is Love, Hate, Compassion, but oh yes, Chaos,
My cousin, Chaos can be mean and heinous.
Full of malice and often we have a face-off,
Unpredictable- wanting to ruin my life's mosaic;
Oh the mosaic of my journey has been chaotic,
Full of starting over and making myself a new oasis.
When I fall, I re-build sometimes quite robotic,
I go through the motions like a neurotic;
My cousin Chaos just laughs at me- smiling,
I try to ignore him and go on in a trance hypnotic.
My life shattered, full of deaths and tears, weeping,
And Chaos is clapping and full of words, lying;
Rush here, rush there, just be disorganized my girl,
Chaotic, confused thoughts, with a what to do feeling.
Many times I have known nothingness and had to unfurl,
Like a rose, unfurl my petals for yet another whirl;
Oh my mean cousin Chaos really tries to make me nuts,
But, I am a survivor and will forever swirl and twirl.
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May 26, 2016
Poetry/Rubiayat/"A Chaotic- World"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-732-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.
If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard with the exact impact you lay shown,
stand perfectly straight and strong when projecting,
you'll feel you can handle the hard times alone,
and spray the floor in awe and arouse.
Fire at will, keep comments coming,
come with them from different angles,
keep it coming together, back and forth,
give each other a hand to fluctuate a juicy content with flow,
always announce, "I'm gona command"
to one another before you fire away.
Start slow,
upping the beat and beating out the debate at a faster rate.
Go through the motions to get to fun fast pacing blast debating.
You will feel a great relief at the end of this intense group activity,
with powerful ejections, one or two oral pleasurers no doubt,
but mostly it's hands on,
so make sure your pen is in your hand,
your pen is out, and the pen is in the hands at all times.
If your pen is leaking in vain thus messy, we'll stop,
tissues are on tables, bins are behind you, clean up, put it in,
and when a new pen is handled in both hands,
showing you're ready, we'll whack on.
Keep your eye on the ball, good luck in this test to all,
give those judging the winner, a tough test to call,
because the headmasters mass debaters
go fast as a team mass debating.
Commit to the debate and show class of a master,
have a massive class debate.
Remember the pen is in your hand from start to finish,
don't lose grip, be on the ball,
enjoy your mass debating.
Work hard and mass debate as you play,
have fun.
Good luck.
Mass debate away.
I'm asking you to run.
Run as fast as you can
in another direction.
Don't remain in your fear of life
outside of comfort or rob yourself
of identity as you go through the motions
on the path already laid out
for you.
It may seem easier to take what's given,
but you will become your father,
and your father's father.
Just another man,
capable of anything
and everything,
making choices founded
on naivete and fear.
Your hesitance in forming
new traditions
holds you back,
as the Alpha
keeps you on a tight leash
through his ability
to maneuver his way
right into your guilty conscience.
You are an ally
to his tradition,
but only because you allow him
to manipulate you into thinking
that you are being judged by your friends,
your family,
and by God,
the three things
that you believe
built the foundation
of your existence.
But the only one who is judging you
is the one who is manipulating you.
And why, you might ask?
For stepping outside
of HIS tradition,
for looking outside of
who he created you to be,
molding you
like silly putty since the day
you learned to walk.
I was silly putty once too.
I've been there.
But I opened up my mind
to the things that scared me,
the things I wanted most,
This is what gave me an identity,
freeing me of being bound
in the captivity of taking
on the beliefs of "tradition"
without ever thinking about it,
the captivity of staying true
to its values
without even knowing what they are.
So when people ask
why you believe what you do,
you have no explanation,
for you've never had the chance
to think for yourself,
not until now.
I was there.
Now its your turn.
Convince me that you
are not just a generational
work horse like those
before you.
For in the end
if that is the path you choose,
I will not be resentful
and I will not be hateful.
I will only be disappointed
and broken-hearted
that you fell into
the boring predictable life
that I knew you never wanted.
Convince me that when I look at you,
I see only YOU,
the brilliantly gifted person
who has the ability
to make a difference
and change the world...
But only if you run.
I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me as I try to explain,
but it’s hard to see the world from your perspective, when I’ve only ever thought with my own brain.
It’s wired a little differently than yours is, and that can make us struggle to get on,
which I find can be especially frustrating, when it’s always me who’s told I’m in the wrong.
You’ll notice how I only said a little. You see autism is not quite absolute,
it sits along a scale and can be tricky, when the kind you have is not very acute.
Severe autism is recognised in children, and quickly diagnosed as a result,
this helps the sufferer to be accepted, and supported as they grow to an adult.
A mild case, is often more complex though, as frequently, it can go by unseen,
with the afflicted person being regarded; as arrogant and ignorant and mean.
I’m sorry if I say things you find hurtful, I truly wasn’t trying to offend,
I’ve never had much practice with conversing, as I’m not all that great at making friends.
I’m not overly skilled in holding chit chat, that casual back and forth that people do,
which for everybody else seems very natural, but for me requires too much thinking through.
At many times I just go through the motions, when saying ‘Hi’and asking ‘How’s your day?’
I’ve developed quite a talent now for acting, reciting things the world wants me to say.
And I’m sorry if I don’t quite get your humour, or get muddled up when sarcasm is used,
my mind is set to take things said as literal, and frequently can leave me quite confused.
I’ve always known that I’m a little different, until recently I never realised why,
it’s like, everyone had “social life” instructions, that when handed out had somehow passed me by.
I’m sorry; I’m a little bit autistic. Please bear with me I’m trying the best I can,
and with a little time and trust and patience, I hope that you will come to understand.
He put the shovel in the earth
With dry eyed dread he shakes his head
He's not a man to show emotion
He'll do the job, dig up ground
go through the motions, build up the mound
before the evening sun goes down.
His wife and son are standing by
While clouds swell up and tears are cried
that stem from grief they cannot hide
....
They stand aside, and he begins
Beside him in the crate, homemade,
so carefully the dog was laid.
Old "Oliver", was his best friend
but this is where that story ends.
Love came to them, from who knows where
and with it came a million woes
of muddy paws and ticks and fleas
of broken screens, and mother's screams
of slippers torn, and growing pains
And a love like no one understands
until they've known this kind, unplanned.
Concealed are tears he will not shed
He's not a man to show his pain
He motions them to come, and bring
a worn-out shoe, a toy or two
to lay within the disturbed ground
And then beneath the chestnut tree
He puts the crate into the grave
Then shovels in the dirt again…
They walk away, and the sun goes down,
without a word, without a sound
Sometimes such silence has a thousand words to say
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8/9/16
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- I take a step back to reflect. Fecal matter storms a reality check in to the mental hotel of chaos. In utter disorder; rationality eludes us. Cluelessly, we are insane—on a temporary leave of absence. Senselessly numb; simply, simple... Obsolete and discreet, keeping eyes down low. Hidden from the world; we stick out like sore thumbs. An overwhelming sense of paranoia takes wheel; who's driving? Slippery when wet; we slide. Uncontrollably... Unmistakeable, but make no mistake. Masks that we wear are transparent; fooling only some. High strung like the strings of an old banjo, our dirty laundry is airing out. The presence of stains shout out secrecy in whispers, silently broken. We enable auto pilot and go through the motions; subtly coded from paranoia. This ride becomes turbulent. Lightning strikes and in a flash, real gets real. Feelings of panic offset stabity. Balance forced to recollect. Frantically scrambling to find our lost librium. Playing cards that we repeatedly deal out ourselves, it's time to go manual. Reality delivers a stunning right hook; drawing first blood. Dazed and confused, fight or flight mode sets in. Voices of criticism echo in our heads. Self doubt secures confidence with an iron fist. Insanity begins it's never ending rant, as we argue amongst ourselves. Our worst nightmares become reality. At this moment it becomes impossible to deny. We are who they thought we were.
I cannot stop missing you
I sit here night after night
with the wine glass in hand
the bottle half gone
every day it takes a little more
just to ease the nauseating pain
your gone that is my reality
there is nothing that I can say
nothing that I can do
your simply gone
I hear the rumors every now and again
and silently hope
they are just that
rumors
I dont think that I can handle
any more blunt reality
time has passed,
they say time will heal all wounds
yet I still hurt
I hurt as much today
as I did then
I try to find ways
just to cope with the pain
I lose myself
I get lost in the wine
drunk with pain and sorrow
friends have told me to let you go
easier said then done
I try to put on a great show
cant let them see how damaged I really am
so I smile and go through the motions
of day to day life
but when it is me
and only me
I let the tears fall like rain
and wait for the wine to take away the pain
Many times we cry without tears
The fears we attach to our subconscious mind
We become blind to our destiny
Yet we discover that silence only makes it louder
Crying without tears is a common practice in the 21st century
Having tears empties the soul
Having no tears paralyses the soul and
Makes us numb in the face of many circumstances
Crying without tears will often
Allow you to go through the motions
This stream of passivity
Will cause you to be blind to your destiny
Crying without tears is a common practice in the 21st century
Having tears empties the soul
Having no tears paralyses the soul and
Makes us numb in the face of many circumstances
Let’s break free
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
This girl was shy
This girl was introverted
This girl was afraid
This girl felt alone most of the time
A few close friends were her saving grace
This boy was active
This boy was wired
This boy was different
This boy felt alone most of the time
God was his saving grace.
This girl played sports
This girl studied hard
This girl made no enemies
This girl loved to write
The pen was her instrument for expression
This boy was awkward
This boy got by
This boy was involved with his church
This boy loved to be on stage
Acting and debate were his means of expression
This girl had dreams
This girl had hopes
This girl had fears
This girl followed her friends to college
This boy had dreams
This boy had hopes
This boy had fears
This boy followed his father into the military
While this girl was coming out of her shell
This boy was learning survival methods
While this girl was exploring dating
This boy was fathering a baby
While this girl was experiencing her first failure
This boy was trying to stay alive in the Persian Gulf
This girl grew into a well-educated, mature, but very lost woman
This boy grew into a well rounded, divorced, military father
Shortly after they met, this woman and man pledged their love for each other
This woman fell in love with this man’s confidence, humor, and sincerity
This man fell in love with this woman’s beauty, compassion, and wit
This woman and this man vowed to spend the rest of their lives together
This man made promises
This woman believed in him
This man made more promises
This woman began to doubt him
This couple communicated well
This couple shared deep truths
This couple was honest with each other,
but not with themselves
This couple had good intentions
This couple loved their family
This couple lived beyond their means
This couple began to perish
This woman had lost her husband
This man had lost his wife
This couple was determined not to lose their friendship
This couple was focused on the happiness and well being of their children
This couple would not simply “go through the motions”
This couple would be honest with each other and themselves
This couple would work as a team for the first time in their lives
This couple would be happy living apart
This couple would always love each other
Opening your eyes each day
Hoping for that something new
We just go through the motions
Of life and things we do.
Same old streets we walk along
Faces have no smiles
We but keep on walking
The days turn into miles.
I wish to turn a corner
Where sunshine warms my face
Ill feel fulfilled and happy
Where habit has no place.
People say, your just depressed
It takes time to renew
Feelings of a better time
When days were not so blue.
The shades of living they can change
A little bit each day
From misty charcoal.black the sky
Where blue will conquer grey....
S Sanlon.
This cry for help goes unheard
Rivers flow from within
As my emotions cave-in.
I’m blooded, beaten and not really living
I go through the motions and continue existing.
She screams and kicks wanting more than I can lift.
I glare at this sicken reflection
And sense a feeling of rejection.
You smile and giggle when we do for you
All you know is that we are pleasing you.
You accuse, abuse and cast the blaming
Without caring, you are the cause for our shaming.
My ears bleed from your hateful words
From all the sorries left unheard.
I can never say how I feel, because the
Happy smiles I wore were all too real.
Instead of telling you, all my feelings
Perhaps this gesture will be more appealing.
This color is your favorite
Don’t be angry for the staining
You are the cause for this ending
Because through all the pleasing
I never was really living
We wear uniforms.
Pleated cloth, v-necks, submission with a smile. Our uniform
We ask for privileges that should be our right.
We are not prisoners, their is no barter system here. We have no rights.
Punishments do not fit the crime. We will always be caught.
Nature’s beauty suffocates as we are trapped inside our minds.
Don’t speak your mind.
Math, science, english, history
we go through the motions of class.
We go through the motions. Our minds want more than memorization.
Conversation. Is not allowed.
School does not take precedent.
Re-molding our minds matters more than math.
Every day
I go through the motions
as best as I can,
but, the days are still too long.
Every night
I go to bed with notions
that sleep will be easy,
but, the nights are too short.
Every time
I invent some options,
they prove once again they can never
replace you and your love.
Every knight
on land and in the oceans
has his one true lady
for whom there is no replacement...
...for this humble knight, that lady is You.
Don't use profanity, don't curse or cuss
Why all the commotion, why all the fuss?
Is it really that bad without using vulgarity?
It's alot like slang in it's own singularity
Why do we call them swear words as if a dedication, oath, or pledge?
Why all the judgment like a crime was alleged?
There are worse foul profound words filled with ignorance so why take offense?
It's amazing how quickly so few words can put people on the defense
Be careful of course in how you choose to word your words
Sometimes we yell obscenities to be heard
They can be a tool in releasing emotions
They roll off the tongue naturally for some as they go through the motions
For some it's a second language all of its own
Others find it repulsive and don't condone that it's known
Who came up with swear words anyway?
Why do we pick on profanity but slang and other use of improper grammer is okay?
I wake and look out of the window,
The damp, grey mist reflecting my mood.
I wash, I dress, I go through the motions,
Then I walk, head down, to meet my fate.
My chest heavy with fear.
My heart thumping.
The fog is lifting and the sun is breaking through.
I lift my head and my fate is sealed.
She is there. And she is smiling.