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Three Dog Nights

Three nights have passed
He was dead to the world
A pirate to some, a scoundrel to others
Whiskey bottles littered the room
On the third day
He rose again from the dead
His pal Johnny Walker by his side
Walking was not in the cards
He fell back into his shroud
Buried
A poor man with a heart of gold
He believed in resurrection
Many a time he proved this himself
One day, in the back of his mind
He hoped
God would take him seriously


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014


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Alone Forever

I’m too old to find love now
I thought I’d be married 
oh so long ago
That is now a non existent dream

Nobody wants to love me
for one reason or another 
I’m old fashioned 
I have never been a 
chaser of men

I want the guy to want
to get to know me
Not me force the guy
into a relationship 
with no love in it

Some guys like skinny women 
Which I definitely am not 
Some guys go for beauty
Which beautiful is not
how I would describe myself 

Some guys just see me 
as a friend and not
marriage material 
In my eyes guys want perfection 
That I most definitely am not

I have come to the 
realization I will be alone forever 
I don’t want it to be this way
but it is what it is
and love is not in the cards for me


Copyright © Julie Leigh Rodeheaver | Year Posted 2018


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A Beautiful Creation

Life can be such a fragile thing.
There is nothing that is for sure
When you think its figured out
Circumstance has no certain cure

It changes in a matter of seconds
Sometimes change is in the cards
As life teeter-totters up and down
Being the fulcrum can be very hard

As we plan ahead we look behind
Using our memories from the past
Just as every dream has a scheme
Every single play must have a cast

As you choose your teams players
Learn to choose them very wise
Many people you cross in this life
Are illusions based solely on lies?

I was once that type of person
Wizard came before my name
My universe was in my flask
I was a master of the game

Honesty has no boundaries
It is never best for us to lie
If we do these words are true
Something up inside of us dies

Life and death is but a breath
Only a second rest in-between
Through honesty I have found
Lies destroy any type of dream

So as you build up your life
Let truth be your foundation
In the end, you my dear friend
Will be such a beautiful creation



Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010


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Resting In These Tennessee Hills

Resting In These Tennessee Hills

Lazy mornings in these Tennessee hills
Horned owl in tree behind house hoots all night
Sometimes annoys but often gifts a thrill
As country-fired moon sends us brighter light!

Mellow breeze, waltz morn rays with soft touch
Tall trees wrapping such gentle slopping yards
Often this beauty just seems way too much
Never knew this blessing was in the cards!

How was this treasure hidden from my view
Clear streams flowing with splashing fish each Spring
I FEEL IN MY HEART PAYMENT IS OVERDUE
IF I HAD A FIDDLE I WOULD PLAY AND SING!

Famous mountains are near but just out of sight
I've seen not but some day's visit I just might!

January, 05-2017
For Silent One contest: "Sonnet about where you live."
I live in beautiful Tennessee hills.

From , https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Tennessee
East Tennessee
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Map of East Tennessee counties.png

East Tennessee comprises approximately the eastern third of the U.S. state of Tennessee, one of the three Grand Divisions of Tennessee defined in state law. East Tennessee consists of 33 counties, 30 located within the Eastern Time Zone and three counties in the Central Time Zone, namely Bledsoe, Cumberland, and Marion.[1] East Tennessee is entirely located within the Appalachian Mountains, although the landforms range from densely forested 6,000-foot (1,800 m) mountains to broad river valleys. The region contains the major cities of Knoxville and Chattanooga, Tennessee's third and fourth largest cities, respectively.

East Tennessee is both geographically and culturally part of Appalachia, and has been included— along with Western North Carolina, North Georgia, Eastern Kentucky, Southwest Virginia, and the state of West Virginia— in every major definition of the Appalachian region since the early 20th century.[2] East Tennessee is home to the nation's most visited national park— the Great Smoky Mountains National Park— and hundreds of smaller recreational areas. East Tennessee is often called the birthplace of country music, due largely to the 1927 Victor recording sessions in Bristol, and throughout the 20th and 21st centuries has produced a steady stream of musicians of national and international fame.[3] Oak Ridge was the site of the world's first successful uranium enrichment operations which paved the way for the atomic age.[4] The Tennessee Valley Authority, created to spur economic development and help modernize the region's economy and society, has its administrative operations headquartered in Knoxville and its power operations headquartered in Chattanooga.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Your Life

You all look at me,
"This guy on stage."
Telling you about how this world can be a cage.
Telling you,
Yeah most don't chase their dreams,
And in fact dream-
Most don't even do that.
So I'm here to tell you,
You can have everything you ever wanted if you just believe.
Just dream about anything you can conceive,
Just believe in yourself and that's all you need,
To be the best there ever was, at whatever I mean-
What's the point of living if you don't dream?
To not live life to the fullest?
To not be in this moment?
Because this is a gift,
A gift of opportunity,
To seize the moment.
Carpe Diem.

You have a tattoo of it but do you know what it means?
Then why are you sitting there listening to some guy talk to you about what life should be like,
Instead of living life with the girl you like,
Or being an actor,
Or doing what you love.

Carpe Diem,
Really?
When's the last time you seized the moment?
When's the last time you did something different for a change?
Because to me it seems like people don't have a range.
Wake up,
What's the point?
To go to some job at some restaurant joint?
Is that your dream?
Then why are you doing it?

People say YOLO like it's a joke,
You only live once,
Why are you broke?
There's nothing stopping you except for your preconceived notion of it can't be,
It's not in the cards for me.
And I'm here to tell you...

You're wrong!

There is nothing stopping you from being happy except you,
So turn that frown upside down and do you.
No one can stop you,
So stop acting like they can.
Tell your parents, "I'm joining a band!".
Live out your life because it's yours and no one else's.
Praise The Lord and part the seas like Moses.

Yesterday's history,
And tomorrow's a mystery,
So take this gift,
The present.
And transform your life,
Because that's what it is...
Your life!


Copyright © David Neuman | Year Posted 2014


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Saying Goodbye Was Hard



I dearly miss my friends at The Glen Where we spent eight very happy years Never realized how happy they were Each day was filled with good cheer Friends galore, lots of things to do It was our choice to join in or not Help was there, if we ever needed it The friendships were over the top The choice to sell up and move away Was certainly a difficult decision Financially things got overwhelming So the logical choice was written Truly wish we could have stayed forever But sadly it just wasn't in the cards I'll always remember all the good times Saying goodbye was oh so hard! © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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The Magic Garden of Hidden Desires

Fortunes will be determined
By treasures found below
In the holds of old ships
Were secrets lay buried

Hearts surround this heavenly treasure
To protect its voyage, from near to far
The flag that was flown, is now yours
To be sewn close to a dragon unknown

From across the oceans
The chest is laid bare
As I forward treasures found
There is a luggage tag
...... waiting to be used

I will spoon-feed you a dream
And provide you a key of hearts
Candles shall dance before your eyes
Light them, they lead to romantic places

Its in the cards, you shall see
Share the good fortune, with your friends so close
And now show me your hand
For the cards laid out
..... Aces of hearts..... so Red and nice

There is a note book
Empty of words
Waiting for a princess to confess her desires
A teddy bear holding a hearts to guide you
Your perfume to the soul

I send to you paintbrushes
To etch out our dreams
So that a canvas of pleasures
Like maples leafs in autumn
..... shall embody the artistic deep within 

I provide a chain, to hold yet
One more key
With a guide book, pointing to me
Maps and all, you shall see

And even more there will be
Candles for birthdays, shall light the way
As heart shaped pages wait your whispers
And the captain of dreams, waits for a reply

Aster and foxglove for gardens of beauty
Uncut flowers are heavenly to smell
Among welsh gardens were beauty resides
Hope she loves the treasures inside

The magic garden


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013


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Conservatives and Liberals

Conservatives and Liberals
By Franklin Price
2/12/2016

Conservatives and Liberals
Make me madder every day
Meet somewhere in the middle
You don't have to have your way

Should have consideration
For the country as a whole
Always sticking to your guns
Won't save your selfish soul

Seems to me you've not a clue
What this country's all about
Makes me want to stomp my feet
Pull my hair and cuss and shout

The way the polls are going
Seems I'm not the only one
To get rid of the establishment
Is how the voting has begun

Get rid of the do-nothings
The ones who won't agree
Hope this move won't take us down
We're just yearning to breathe free

The royalty is falling
They were never meant to be
To replace them with the same kind
Is not in the cards for me

If you're voting this election
And want to end it with a smile
Vote for independent thinkers
Who will cross the party aisle


Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2016


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The Walk Ver4

The Walk

Tired of it all
The bottle empty did fall
On the third floor
I looked out
Skeptical
Of the distance
Fatal or just painful?

I have had enough pain
Looking out, it began
To rain
For my final walk
I took an umbrella
I was that kinda fella

Strolling down the avenues and streets
The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet
I walked up and halfway across
Looking at the darkness swirling in my head
The river I am sure would consume me dead

So I jumped




                                                 The Bridge      part 2


Over to the side, as a car flashed by
Why that was close, close to die
As I stared down the murky river black
I decided not now
I will walk on back
On the avenue called Destiny
A robber jumped out
Your money or your life! He cried
I had left my wallet at home you see
Not thinking an identity would matter much to me
The robber seemed to disbelieve
As the gunshot rang out
I fell on top of my own irony


So I jumped


                                    Walking Back Home    part 3

Up
Brushed off my coat
He was a bad aim and was not about
Ran off scared into the city night
Even robbers, are born with fright
I was none the worse for the wear
Couldn’t wait to climb up those three floors of stairs
The sanctuary of my solitary lair
Death was just not in the cards tonight
Rum and the rabbit 
Left to fill me with delight
My drunken stupor, I fell asleep in my chair
Until with a jolt, tumbled onto the cold hard floor 
With drunken flair
Death was in the air

So I jumped



                                      The Apartment    part 4

Back up
Wide awake, how long had I slept?
My clothes were smelly and I had bad breath
Into the shower, alas it’s another depressing day
Suicide, I realized is a very hard game to play
I heard the telephone, must be my psychologist
Making sure I am alive if not at my wildest
Turned off the shower in a rush you see
Slipped
And 
Fell
Hit my head on the tiles with a crash as loud as can be

So my body jumped, convulsions
Then fell back on the floor
I am dead as death can be
Just a day late and no more












I jumped no more    :( 


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017


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Differences you say

Differences – you say !

I – me Lass – brave Helios, rides his golden chariot, 
drawn by fiery Steeds, into the vastness of this universe.

These mighty Titans, dispatched – brilliant, glowing -
ruled, controlled the blueness of this planet, the heavens.

Our bright Sun, sprinkles life giving particles, waves,
out in all directions – into the endless firmament.

Then there is the cold souled, silver shield that traverses 
that moth eaten, dark cloth, that hangs like lead 
in that dead laden space, blackness the place 
you choose to ride – your life to hide.

Oh !, if only we would climb down from the edge of fences.
Oh !, if only we would leave behind, walk away from defences.
Oh !, for us to, but if we only could, reach our dreams
Oh !, for us to, not have all those things, it seems,

that get in the way – life’s experiences, what it means, 
from time to time, - that should be left behind – long ago, 
that hang on so tightly, from fears that you won’t let go.
Oh !, for us two, to find the door, to see, understand, to know.

Oh !, for us to, for us to realize, that after the end, the winds will blow
it all away, into waves of rainbow colours that will show 
it all to have been a necessary, but unnecessary way to go.
No matter what is said and done, it all is the universes flow.

A straight line, towards your destination, is the obvious choice. 
Unfortunately, a jumble of thoughts, experiences, become the voice.

A trip – full of baggage – and around the world we go.
A carrousel ride, on each and every horse, the story doth show

A very dizzying ride it is, the point, to get to know 
is a journey, of many directions, on winds that blow  

Live and let live the life one so chooses.
Seldom is it necessary if one wins or one loses, 
not much concerned for – or where or why.
For in the end, it is all in the beholders eye.
 
Much too much involved !, much to obsessive, 
with others and the lives they made a mess – ive.
I can only wonder ?, make an educated guess, live
with my analysis and know, from the heart you give.

I cannot carry the weight of your life into today, 
for all that was, all that is, need not words to say, 
for nothing will change, not before, nor after, it’s your way, 
no matter what one chooses, or not, to express, it’s the game you play.

All has come into, become a part of, is constantly shared 
with, and no matter how it affects, it’s no longer cared 
for, for it all distracts, disrupts, disturbs the air 
that we are inhabiting - and not – it is unfair

I know that it is part and parcel of the lady fair. 
If only to the point, but you never seem to get there.
Hours and hours go by, I cannot help but cry 
as I listen and listen, understand, I do try.

Actions, activities, motion, play are the order of the day, 
board games to win, games to lose, but they cannot be had, 
for it is not in the cards – alone – one can have a say, 
only but for two, does it come though, to share and that’s not bad.

Vocalizing, expressing, gossiping, complaining are your way. 
Hours to exercise the body, the soul, the mind, it is so sad, 
for it leaves so little to share, so little time for making hay.
Not such a bad way to connect, what a great fad !

Just some of the differences that have come to be 
what is between you and me, yet there is much more to see 
that could come into you and me as we ride this rough sea 
of life, that at times you find joy in this old boy, so free.

Happy am I when you come near, when you are here.
A little hollow, a little empty, in the end, harbour fear 
that the sunshine will fade, be covered, will disappear.
Which way ?, - our ships passing in the night - will we steer.

A Mole

Will the Mole, leave her underground, black hole ?, 
to – with eagles fly – reach out and touch the sky ?
will this night hawk, this owl, venture into day light,
play in sight of shadows, created by a sun so bright 
and warm, where day creatures know the storm 
that rages throughout and within, who shout 
with voices searing, with knowledge clearing, 
with understanding of choices made by rending, 
choices made for, and by them, behind a closed door.
Living a life that has been over flowing with strife.
There is much to know, about what was laid upon her soul. 
Some can, some cannot let go, why ?, I do not know.

Can the bound, the nocturnal, the frightened ?, 
find freedom, find in the diurnal, find in fearlessness, 
a soul mate to travel with, upon day light roads, opened.
A soul mate to take into the darkness, the coldness. 
Can they be blended, one into the other, if the story be told.

Differences – are they few or are there so many ?
Are we able to live with them ?, or without any ?
There we are – two old birds on the wing, 
with different voices, different songs to sing
of any or all, to the table, want to bring.
Shed light, and let show, what is our thing 
which at times has put us into the ring.
Sparing in defence of our particular notions, 
beliefs, as we express – in animated motions, 
a light, who we truly are in the heat of the moment.
Yet the hurt, the pain created by wards, was not meant.
Yet they have lent a truth, some truth was sent 
out from the heart, the soul, life ancient 
that dictates - in the moment – what’s fates sentiment.

PS

And what are the differences you see ?
What are they ?, what is between you and me ?

B. J. “A ” 2
March 15th   2003 


Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2014


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Renaissance Man

I was thinkin' 'bout you the other day babe
How much I looked forward to talkin' to ya each day

You were right when we broke up
I don't appreciate a good woman 

I seem to fall in with the shallow crazies
It comes from one too many beatin's

Too many people tellin' me I was stupid, as a kid
I never would amount to nothing, they said

I don't know when my conscience began to die
For what reason? Well, I can't remember now why

When I was teenage boy I suppose
One day my gaze just went low

No friendships were in the cards for me
Survival was my only thought, to be free

I never respected anyone, nor loved
It was all about me when push came to shove

I ran away and became a warrior at sea
Grew to be hard, deadly, and mean

I went through women from east to west
They served their purpose at best

Some call me now a Renaissance man
That I have grown wise and kind

But I'm really still just that beaten and abused kid
Afraid to trust anyone, just trying to survive


Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007


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Frustrating Game

Don’t you hate it when the offense goes three and out? As far as the team goes, it leaves me with qualitative doubt. Victory does not seem to be in the cards when the team has three downs, and can’t move the ball ten yards. There are many plays where they can either pass or run. However, they can’t get it together and go undone. Four quarters go by, and they can’t get a single score. Many fans like myself are finding this game a bore.


Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013


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The Walk Ver3

The Walk          part 1

Tired of it all
The bottle empty did fall
On the third floor
I looked out
Skeptical
Of the distance
Fatal or just painful?

I have had enough pain
Looking out, it began
To rain
For my final walk
I took an umbrella
I was that kinda fella

Strolling down the avenues and streets
The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet
I walked up and halfway across
Looking at the darkness swirling in my head
The river I am sure would consume me dead

So I jumped




The Bridge          part 2


Over to the side, as a car flashed by
Why that was close, close to die
As I stared down the murky river black
I decided not now
I will walk on back
On the avenue called Destiny
A robber jumped out
Your money or your life! He cried
I had left my wallet at home you see
Not thinking an identity would matter much to me
The robber seemed to disbelieve
As the gunshot rang out
I fell on top of my own irony


So I jumped

Walking Back Home       part 3

Up
Brushed off my coat
He was a bad aim and was not about
Ran off scared into the city night
Even robbers, are born with fright
I was none the worse for the wear
Couldn’t wait to climb up those three floors of stairs
The sanctuary of my solitary lair
Death was just not in the cards tonight
Rum and the rabbit 
Left to fill me with delight
My drunken stupor, I fell asleep in my chair
Until with a jolt, tumbled onto the cold hard floor 
With drunken flair
Death was in the air

So I jumped




Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017


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The Life He Almost Lived

The space between what could have been
And the place he is living now. 
Started out as a tiny path
Became a major road somehow. 

At seventeen the dream was real
There was a contract in the cards
Quarterback of the football team 
Who had thrown one thousand yards

But on that fateful Friday night
A hit that was unexpected
Dislodged his lethal throwing arm
The scholarship was rejected. 

He is now a bleacher creature
A big fan of the local team
But with every passing touchdown 
He imagines what might have been.


Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014


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Through the ages

 The time of youth will one day fade
Wrinkles then  come with gray hairs too
You now have a different point of view
As the stranger in the mirror looks back at you

When your tomorrows are less  than your yesterdays
And cherished memories slip away
It is then that  you realize
Just how much time flies

When those joints start to ache
And those teeth begin to shake
You'll be getting dentures soon
 From diminished vision you're not immune

Embrace your seniority, be proud and   bold
Don't throw in the cards yet, never fold
Half  of your  story has never been told
You're not done yet, you're just getting old

 





Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013


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My Personal AD Part 1

Back during a time when I still had a desire to date
I took out the following personal ad, with the hope of finding my mate.
That's no longer on my agenda. I'm very content to be 
living my life alone completely solitary.
but still none the less, the following still says much about me
This is how I once felt. This was how I once used to be.


Are you the misfit who might misfit perfectly with me? 
Below is my profile, check it out and see if there is any possibility of us becoming You & Me. 

I was born on March 1st, 1953. 
I was the only male newborn in that nursery. 
I also have four younger sisters in my family. 
An older or younger brother wasn't in the cards for me. 
From my moment of birth women have greatly influenced me, 
be they mother, lover, siblings, friends or family. 
Can you possibly be the One to fulfill Our Destiny? 
Continue reading on to learn more about me. 
I'm a straight male and I've never been in jail and I enjoy writing in poetic verse. 
I'm the kind of guy, who if introduced to your family and friends, they'd think, 
"Well, not the best but she could have done worse". 
Writing and even speaking poetically, seems to come natural for me, 
but it can also drive others in my presence crazy. 
This is something for you to consider if you plan to date me. 
If you're interested, I suggest that we start very slowly. 
Some email correspondence would surely be nice 
as a safe and secure way for us to break the ice. 
Perhaps shortly thereafter a phone call or two 
can then be exchanged between me and you. 
If things should then progress to the point where we 
feel very comfortable with our compatibility, 
we can then maybe plan to meet at some public locality. 
A museum? A restaurant? All sounds good to me. 
I don't own a car and I hope I never again have to. 
I've done more than enough driving to last a lifetime or two. 
I've driven endless miles locally and cross country too. 
Interstate trailer driver, that's what I occasionally still do. 
My not owning a car doesn't hinder me from going where ever I have to go. 
I use public transportation. I often call or hail cabs. 
Sometimes, I'll even treat myself to a limo. 
You'll never see me bandanna free and I must say this in my defense. 
When I walk the streets bandanna free, it's been known to cause traffic accidents. 

To continue click NEXT for My Personal AD Part 2


Copyright © Billy TheKidster | Year Posted 2009


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I HATE LEAVES

A million leaves have fallen all over my front yard ;
my duty is to get them up, though it's not really in the cards.

I'll stumble through them every day, the wind will blow them high :
I'll never, ever look at them, but soon I'll start to lie.
"They just suddenly appeared today" is what I'll tell them all.
"My neighbors like to dump them here, happens every fall."

Spring will come and grass will grow right through the icky leaves ;
It will be the greenest, prettiest sight you'll ever see.

Feel free to use my story to get you off the hook;
when it comes to raking leaves, I'd rather read a book.







Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2014


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Forgotten Star

In her days of glory  she was a Movie  Star
A symbol of beauty,  even from afar
Winning a couple of Academy Awards
Her fame and fortune were in the Cards

But the years had crept upon her  face
Now wrinkled by time's inevitable  embrace
She had gotten  weak  and could not stand
Without being given a helping hand

Now she's tucked away in some obscure place
Faded are her beauty and grace
Her memories now are often scarred
She had now become a forgotten Star





Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012


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Yours Truly

I was born on March 1st 1953.
I was the only male newborn in that nursery.
I also have four younger sisters in my family.
An older or younger brother wasn't in the cards for me.
From my very moment of birth women have greatly influenced me,
be they mother, lover, sibling, friend or family.
I'm a straight shootin male 
and I've never been in jail
and I enjoy speaking and writing in poetic verse
everything from my grocery shopping list to how my life is a living curse.
In addition to writing and speaking in rhyme 
I dress in black all the time
but that shouldn't reflect upon my personality.
I can be quite the social butterfly
if such a lifestyle were chosen by I
but for the most part I live a life very solitary.
I have a thirst for knowledge
but spent very little time in college.
Had I stuck it out though I'd have many a degree
in the areas of science, nature & wildlife as well as human psychology.
The origins of the universe also fascinates me.
It is the ultimate unsolved case. An ongoing mystery.
Nothing ever gets to me
cept the injustices of humanity
and also of course personal tragedy.
Great wilderness survival skills are possessed by I.
Drop me naked in the middle of nowhere and I'll still survive.
In fact, that's how I plan to retire.
I have little value for money.
I only use it to live in society,
but my last days will be spent deep in the woods by my campfire.
What else can I say about yours truly?
I'm open for questions so please feel free.

For Amy Greens Contest - This is my entry.


Copyright © Billy TheKidster | Year Posted 2010


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Gut Wrenching

Five years ago he joyously visited the maternity ward;
now it is the oncology floor.
Kindergarten will not be in the cards this year -
just lots of tears.

She has the same bald head she bore
when he coached his wife through
the Lamaze breathing they both had trained for;
the ponytails she beautifully wore in between
her hospital stays are long forgotten.

Cancer made her a motherless child two years ago;
now it promises to re-unite mother and daughter.
He tries to keep up a brave front –
but fails miserably.

It is hard to believe in the Saints for which hospitals are named
when these are the same buildings in which loved ones
are taken from us far too soon.

Unfortunately, he recognizes many of the nurses who cared for his wife.

“Hello, Daddy”, she smiles weakly as he enters her room;
“I am going to see Mommy soon, aren’t I”, she asks.
The lump in his throat prevents an answer.
“It’s okay, Daddy”, the sick child reassures her grieving father.
He cannot hold back the tears he promised not to show her.
“Now, instead of us missing Mommy, Mommy and I will be missing you.
And you can pray to both of us before going to bed, 
like we do now to Mommy.”

“Tell her I still love her,” he manages to say through his tears.
“She knows, Daddy.”
“And …”
“I know, Daddy.”

She closes her eyes.

He has to walk past the Maternity Ward 
on his way out of the hospital to the funeral parlor.


Written and posted on August 25, 2011 by Knot Telling


Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2011


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STEPPING FORWARD

NO LONGER CAN I BE WITH YOU NO LONGER CAN I STAY IN THIS RELATIONSHIP KNOWING DEEP DOWN THAT I AM NOT HAPPY.

I MUST MOVE FORWARD I CANNOT BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOES NOT LOVE ME AT ALL.

I REFUSE TO KEEP LYING TO MYSELF AND SAYING THAT WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER.

WHEN I KNOW THAT IT IS NOT IN THE CARDS I MUST CLOSE THIS CHAPTER AND MOVE FORWARD.

IN THIS TIME I HAVE LOST MYSELF ALL OVER AGAIN I HAVE SO MUCH TO OFFER THE WORLD.

WE ARE NOT ON THE SAME PAGE AT ALL AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU I MUST LET YOU GO I MUST MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE.

I TRIED TO STAY AND MAKE IT WORK BUT SO MANY THINGS GOT IN THE WAY.

I KEPT ON TRYING TO TELL MYSELF THAT IT IS JUST A PHASE WE WILL GET THROUGH THIS.

BUT WE ARE ON TWO DIFFERENT LEVELS TWO DIFFERENT PAGES IN THIS LIFETIME MY HEART ACHES BUT IT WILL GET BETTTER THROUGH TIME.

YOU HAVE BEEN ON THIS JOURNEY LONGER THAN I HAVE THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE THAT I HAVE YET TO EXPERIENCE.

SO GO ON NOW AND KEEP IT GOING.


Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2012


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Solitaire

Here I sit playing solitaire, red queen on black king, sister number one, so special to you, black queen on red king, another special gift is sister number two. Ten of hearts on jack of spades, the wrong one you find, after trying so long, but you loved him just the same. Queen of diamonds on king of clubs. No, clubs and diamonds are not compatible. I change it to queen of hearts, Your dad deserves the best. Red two on black three, red diamond on black club, Seven on eight, eight on nine, all of your friends and people you find dear are hidden in the cards. I play each one looking for you. Ahhh, there you are, the ace of hearts. I lie you gently in place, your king of hearts just below you and continue turning the cards, but there are no more I can play, lost again. I look at each one as I put them away wondering where I fit in. There I am, the Joker, left in the box.
07/26/2017


Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2017


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Old

Seated in a wheelchair on the porch
Across the thick green lawn,
Reminiscing about the old days,
At the crack of the dawn.

Wrinkled skin&weakened sight,
There was a time he was uptight,
Smart and sleek and not a geek,
Dashing hair with red fluffed cheeks.

Hearing isn’t as strong as it was,
Hair is all but completely gone,
Still the memories are fresh&intact,
The pain is real, although he seldom moans.

Mumbles about his “good old days”!
And eyes fill with the same charm,
Zaps back to the present,
With handles of chair supporting his arm.

The nerves are visible on the skin,
The heart is weakened with age
But the beats are still as they were,
Life never stopped count of its page.

The fountain of youth is yearned,
Each and every passing day,
With disappointment at the end,
As death paves its way.

With no illness and no problems in health,
Only a fat tummy bulging out,
Trying to find a meaning of what is life,
Without a question answered and all there’s left is doubt.

The children are gone,the wife is dead,
Nostalgia is left in the photo albums,
Has to be carried daily to bed,
Teary eyes he just silently crumbs.

Is it a really an award for life?
Is being old really this hard?
Or is it death that is the actual prize?
Or it is all written in the cards?


Copyright © Suraj Grover | Year Posted 2018


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The Cards Karma Dealt

People tell me to try and be happy
and for them I try
yet how can I
What ways can I
I'm drowning in the cards
Karma dealt to me
I can't drown out the noises, the voices
the candle that burned out
from the overdose of a thousand lies
The wind can't appreciate a moment alone
the last night I had to say goodbye
I had to close the wounds before
the drainage started
Forget everything
Yours to hold, nothing more than a misconception
Agitation of the abbreviations
my reward for sacrificing myself
putting everyone else first instead of myself
My reward is a chain of misery
pain and suffering
I can hear the talk
but I'll walk over the edge
without a splat cause I hate it like that
Trap me in a room with anybody that hates me
and I'll be an animal in a cage
full of rage and hate
Too late for me to change
can't hold me
Rather be under a shady tree but shady made me
Despite the hidden rain
despite the look in my eyes
I'm dying on the inside


Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016


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Christy's sleep

like a dancer with a walking stick, i wait for dawn
to crawl, heroically, from your womb, strong
and noble as a caring man can.
with murder on his breath, and filth below his toes.

 

when winter eats the last desserts,
and heaven washes the sheets where
we both used to lay. i sometimes want
to say something after the desire to say is gone.

 

every time i taste my blood,
like wax paper melted thick in bubbles
behind my tongue, i think of birth of words.
and what knifed silence holds in store.

 

like a man left in the rain, for nights,
a chewed cigar, damp with sickness that
survived the dew, i hold the door
for you, and only you, wake up everywhere i call home.

 

every venture is a straight jacket for our love.
when you try to think, when you wait and say,
"just wait." my heart always says, no.
i cannot wait, but for you i wait....

 

until the world that you invent sees
that i and i alone, have caught the water
in my steps, and left the unicorn a horn
to call her mother, and her pets, when nothing else is wrong.

 

so put your pretty fingers in the ink
that i have bled. and tell our precious fortunes
in the cards that stick like blood to your cautious hands,
and soothes, like art, but truth, your fretting head.

and rest.


Copyright © rhys owens | Year Posted 2012