Best Lacked Poems
I was looking over my stuff here, and itseems I've lost the talents I once knew here.
I write ancedotes for my column. I do journalism- always some deadline or project that I work well under the pressure of it all.
Writing is what I truly love!
There is just so many varied types I do, my poetry is suffering.
I enjoy reading the great writers here.
Sometimes I do not comment or remark because it is art and I'm at a loss of words.
It's just been enlightening to live such a full life, and to be right here, right now amazes me. I'm searching for some old therapeutic writes. I was on alot of medications at one time.
A victim of spousal abuse.
I came back up North severly medicated, drolling and my family would whisper, she'll never be right again.
Post Tramatic Stress Disorder aint no joke.
To be me, knowing what I do, and how very long it took me to recover...
When some never do.
Many men were nice to me along the way, poetrysoup has the best men in the world, they will embrace your differences, and encourage you to keep your chin up, and keep your pen flowing.
Vince I love you! Frank, you are the best friend that a girl to ever have! You've sent me so many books of stamps to write you back and also send you the latest edition of the magazine I am featured in monthly. Everyone has those times in their life, when nothing goes right. How you knew without me saying a thing.
Are you alright? a concerned letter in the mail when I was having it rough- and the presents that made me cry. It may have been a framed poem, but it meant the world to me, and still does.
And lastly John,
Why oh why did I pick the most just man to give the hardest time to?
He has put up with so much from me over the years. I love him with everything in me. If not for being a true servant of God where would I be without him.
I remember 5 or six years ago, and his lady, whats your problem?!
Well John, you are the very sweetest man I've ever known in my life... without you I would still be cold to the Lord. So many years and mile stones along the way. I can leave here, but just like the sands of Florida, you'll always see me back.
Thank You All, for reading me, but more - to support the struggling writers that fall between the cracks in society.
I love you Frank. I love you John. Don't ask which one more, because John is single and Frank is not hehehehe
Form:
This
morning
Luke
lacked
what to
eat.
He only
do
chatting
and
tweet.
When
girls
with
full
breast
gave
facebook
friend
'quest.
He said"
these
are
sweeter
than
wheat".
Perhaps apples were fewer in the bowl
Perhaps you needed still further tints
Whatever I emptied my whole almirah
Nothing was left in the blood and flesh
It was a dream we started from
Doesn't dream lead us to reality
Then what for our desire for the froths of sleep
Dream trees steeped in red round grapes
A new gondola in a new creek
Desires for the sea only pursuit
Breaking the waves with tremendous joy
New and newer islands of fulfillment
Perhaps I lacked gold and diamond
Or else why would you suddenly shift
To new shores of pink communication
To new shafts of unknown sunlight
Our thoughts are perhaps always partial
The kernel and further we cannot see
Initially both accommodated the anchor
Our ocean would conquer all mountains
Now we do feel the beginning was flawed
Your nucleus needed something beyond love
Was it a regression to the unappeased childhood
Was it some other fuel than just love
Okay my dear stay satisfied
With the new full moon and new autumn sun
Just keep careful of another darkness
That doesn't call for yet different rays
September 9, 2019
Sometimes love is not enough Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Often Lacked Content
When my email to people had been sent,
Some say that it did lack any content;
Not well designed,
And hard to find;
Now one could understand what it meant.
Jim Horn
Our foxy former president
who rallied the rioters and
then safely went,
is hoping that we all forget,
the January 6th Capitol attack
and the good judgement that he lacked,
and how he didn't have poor Mike Pense's back.
Trump was the president, our supreme boss but
still takes no responsibility for those lives now lost.
He's gearing up for 2024, with his big pac monies
and hopes to score, holding rallies and stirring up his core,
with his same divisive message again once more..