Best Like A Broken Record Poems
Such a wonderful stage of maturing,
that every parent goes though enduring.
Terrible two’s is the name of this phase,
makes parents pull their hair in amaze.
You end up sounding like a broken record,
as you repeat yourself you feel ignored.
You tell them to come here at least five times,
as you raise your voice to screaming sometimes.
You know they can hear you but choose to ignore,
they kick and scream throwing fits on the floor.
At this point a time out has been earned,
they are up and about when you have returned.
If they have brothers or sisters around,
the civil rivalry is profound.
They push your buttons to test your will,
to raise and train them and give them skills.
But just remember when you’ve had enough,
keep your cool and don’t be so rough.
These are just kids and this is what they do,
you love them to death this much is true.
They are just learning trying to find their way,
following your steps each and every day.
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 05/26/2009
I can feel the slow sleep sitting
In a window made for slitting
Lullabys that have no morals
Tales of lies that seem so formal
Snow flakes falling on the glass wall
Melt before they can live at all.
Toxic waves of rude depression
Desperate days, & unjust opression
Is this pain? That burrows in my heart?
Am I just insane? Or am I falling apart?
Soft hysteria lives in my head
Sweetly whispers words for the dead
Trying to tell me it's not over
All I need is angry closure.
She just wants you when you're lonely.
You can never be her one & only.
Everytime you shed tears for her,
Her slender finger grasp just grows tighter.
Is this pain? That burrows in my heart?
Am I just insane? Or am I falling apart?
You are not enough woe her.
You can not make her forget.
You are not enough to love her.
She'll play you like a broken record again.
And Again.
Is this pain? That burrows in my heart?
Am I just insane? Or am I falling apart?
This is pain, that blackens my heart.
This is pain that takes my whole world apart.
Blazing sun stuns my eyes, sunglasses offer no respite.
Clammy hands tremble, as the steering wheel begins vibrating.
Arsenic heat suffocates, wrapping its hands around my neck.
Parched lips beg to hydrate,
but 'Jeptha Creed' increases the intensity.
Thunder rumbles through my body,
as lightning strikes in 'desert storm' flashbacks -
all I see is red flags, red lights and red rage.
Feet seem cemented trying to find the break,
then stumble trying to regain control.
Dazed thoughts slowly crumble, searching for green to go.
Metal medley of machine guns, bloodshot,
go bang, bang, bang, as all around begins to fall down.
Grenades and strident screams reverberate like bombastic echoes,
over and over again, boom, boom, boom,
like a broken record with deep inherited scratches,
resembling resurfacing scars, left behind from mangled wounds.
Head is spinning like a bike wheel, spasms are speeding, unable to halt.
I scream at graphic memories of fallen comrades,
cursing, why I was the last man standing.
Summertime is here
And I can already hear the birds singing
The bees buzzing
Travelling from one flower to another
Sucking the nectar they need for their honey
Or rather, our honey
Once we invade their home and take what is theirs
The sun is out to bake my already burnt skin
Making me a shade darker
Turning my caramel-coloured skin
To a dark chocolate ebony beauty
Summertime is here
Streets filled with laughter
Schools out, freedom has arrived
As the children run up and down
Calling out to each other
The tune from the ice cream van invades minds
As people hum to it
Over and over like a broken record
Smiles plastered on their faces
From the pleasure of gently sucking on ice lollies
A welcome relief to dehydrated lips
Summertime is here
Flowers are in bloom
My once dull garden
Now a shade of every colour
Butterfly and ladybug
Alive again
As the earth spins on its rightful axis
Lovers are out
Sharing kisses under big oak tree
A lover’s nest
Their laughter filling the air
As they lay on their blankets
Summertime is here
Achoos and misery befall me
Runny nose, like a water hose
Itchy eyes, an unexpected pleasure
Drowsing me, slipping in and out of consciousness
Summertime is here
And so is my hay fever
Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page
Theater brimmed as crowds filled seats, agaped
bright spotlights roamed, my eyes rehearsed the words;
thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
Panting fast, I tucked wired nerves in head's cage,
that as curtains blew, this name was soon called
recalling to breathe, my flesh was in crazed rage.
Wait! "Clear dry throat; focus on scenes contoured",
Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage.
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*anxiety experienced before performing
the role of Medea on stage.
* Rondel form: consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains
and a quintet,rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA.
The capital letters are repeats.
Posted under rondeau
for Susan's Wait Contest
19 July 2012
Love Lust and
a broken heart
Robot feelings
and missing parts
rotten insides
and bloodstained art
we stand together but
we're worlds apart
Divided by the sun and moon
high on sadness
lost in gloom
toxic energy immune
baby growing in a poisoned womb
we play each other like a hollow tune
and feed on emptiness
with a silver spoon
hopes and dreams destroyed too soon
sticking needles in our arms
blood dances in the liquid harm
we shoot it up don't be alarmed
it's our secret lucky charm
succumb to pain
get lost within
to feel the numbness as we sin
broken auto-pilot grins
saliva dripping off our chins
fatal attraction to heroin
the highest low we've ever been
enslaved to the lifelong binge
a kiss from Jesus in a syringe
Love Lust and
a broken heart
robot feelings
with missing parts
an empty six
and dirty sheets
is where our twisted lust love creeps
we and fight
and lie and cheat
like a broken record on repeat
your love lust pain i can't release
drowning in confusion deep
blood dust and exhausted thoughts
forgotten nobodies left to rot
wasted days and washed out nights
the darkness overrides the light
he shoots the black
i shoot the white
perceptions twisted
blinded sight
but whose to say what's wrong or right ?
love lust and
a broken heart
robot feelings
missing parts
Not your last name, not even your age,
You set the scene, I cleared the stage,
And you did give the act of a lifetime,
Twisting matters of the heart, and of the mind,
Telling me lies, never the truth,
Taking advantage of my youth,
How had I been so naive,
To trust in you, truly believe?
Nothing could have prepped me more,
Than the red flags, I did ignore,
Yet still, trusting you as a friend
I was surprised by the un-mentioned,
Your secret secrets left me conflicted,
I questioned why, while left bewildered,
Like a broken record, stuck re-hashing events,
I kept on replaying every single moment,
But If it's all about perception,
I was fond of your deception,
Captivated many times,
In love with your beautiful mind,
I should have tread lightly on your stage of sorts,
With foundation built on the truths you'd contort,
But given, it was all built up on a lie,
I fell quickly, collasped, and wondered why,
Now I'm left feeling angry, manipulated...alone,
And whenever you call, I'm dodging the phone,
But you keep on calling, from private sometimes,
And I'm falling for your trap, just to hear your voice one last time
Then my fingers start dialing your number,
My heart two seconds from a stroke,
A stranger does answer,
and like I've got lung cancer suddenly I choke
"But what of the times we've had",
Forget them and the games you play!
And dare I say it? Yes I'll say it!
"You're going to learn some day"
Sometimes it's easier to blame myself,
Than to compromise my mental health,
Questioning why I'm missing you,
Although your heart just wasn't true,
But I know I fell in love with your deception,
And twisted love was my perception,
The battle I struggled to let go,
Is one my heart will always know,
But my heart shall beat on,
Even though your presence is gone,
I shall live life and I shall laugh,
And I shall love adventure's path,
But when the night is still, and silence surrounds me,
While reminiscing, it's you that I'll see
Deep in my conscience you shall creep,
I'll lose myself, you'll make me weak
And in those moments I guess...
Just let me live with your deception.
Just like the tumble weed that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could ever be, like a broken record she always seemed to missing out in what a real love could or might ever really be, instead she stayed focused on distorted dreams of what an abuser said a real love should be.
So, many dark clouds that had passed in and out of her life over the years had distorted her reality and robbed her of the visions to see, what a real love could be.
She spent the rest of her life in a bottle and locked inside self imposed prison by her passed lovers and unsettled but not by me. A foolish person always wants to have everything without out putting in the work. A truly blessed and wise person accepts and works hard to keep what they have and hardly ever wants for nothing but they get it all in the end.
The final call of the last male of a species ,
Sounds a bit like a broken record,
Or maybe it sounds like choking blood,
Red, breathing and hollow.
It isn’t poetic
It’s just red
When we look at a wheezing forest we try to call it living,
We like to call the sick things full of color nowadays,
But they are all just factories
or houses
or broken down skeletons
The final call of the last male of a species sounds like
a lack of forgiveness to our bodies that dwell in the soil.
It forgets about how many iPhones we swallowed down our throats.
We choke on the wads of money that we spend on living Instagram empty lives.
Yet we forget how to breath through our souls.
The final call of the last male of a species sounds like the world crumble like weak concrete blocks
We like to stack them into towers to look like we have reached for the stars but we haven’t.
We have forgotten how to build structures that aren’t for the distraction of the broken bodies that sleep below.
The world is changing.
There is no more water in the flee in front of my house.
The last Sudanese rhino died 2 weeks ago.
We are losing more trees by the minute what has happened to the children?
We are choking on out lungs.
Someone asked me two weeks ago where the green had gone.
One day I’ll have to tell them that it was there but we burned all of it down.
And we will have a moment of silence,
For all the beauty that we have lost.
We have lost our trees, and the fynbos that used to bloom outside my house
We have lost the rhinos
And the tropical blooms of endless color
We lost or dignity
And the beauty of growing within or hearts
For what?
For some factories?
For some stone cold towers of corporal enterprise?
Maybe we sacrificed it for nests made of flammable money.
We only Know we have done once that burns too.
The final call of the last male of the species sounds like,
Like this,
This moment right here,
The destruction on the news,
The silence in the darkness.
The final call of the last male of the species is caused by us.
We have swallowed harmony
And coughed extinction numbers.
It won’t be long till everything we have will burn too.
- Here is my reading of the poem :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsMXUh7OCPo&t=7s
He handed out his love
Like it was an object
In gift-wrapped boxes
With gift receipts taped on
After few times use
They went to the store
They got a full refund
He never got back
What he freely gave
I’m still young
He thought
I’m just enjoying life
He thought
I really care about those women
He thought
I’m being honest about my feelings
He thought
I’ll find the right one this way
He thought
Twenty-eight women later
He was more degraded
Than ever before
The number wasn’t impressive
He certainly wasn’t proud
He’d rather it roll back
To zero or maybe one or two
At the most. Only those few
First cuts who left their mark
Were still on his mind from
Time to time or all the time
Depending on how honest
He was on that particular day
He’s a suicide case
He feels sick to his stomach
Unsteady, faint, vertigo
He falls - falls - has fallen
He feels a hand at his neck
His chest tight like a rope
Was wrapped around it
Tied to a pick up truck
And drove forwards at full speed
Clutching him ever tighter
His breath sapped from his lungs
“I only want to be a better man
A better man than I am
To live and not to fear
To thrive on happiness
Not fall into the same old trap
Of mortal hungers”
These words loop in his head
Like a broken record
Lights fade from his eyes
A ringing floods his ears
Like the dial-tone of an old phone
Left hanging on the cord
When a call is long over
The choice is his to try again
His alone
Either to live on
- or -
To die a lump on the stone cold floor
He starts to cry
He’s full of fear
- but -
No one’s half as anxious as the crowd
Creator V Imitator
God created a bee
giving honey for free
Devil, housefly
cholera an' dysentery.
God bestows rain
to sprout the grain
Devil, drought
giving people naught.
God made all rivers
an' aquatic divers
Devil, desert
Thirst an' no dessert.
God made the Sky
so that we can fly
Devil, Hell
Where it is not well!
God alone Above
made piety an' love
Devil, Hate
an' unending fate.
God created Life,
mirth and not strife
Devil, Dearth
an' a coffin wreath.
God created Mars
and all the stars
Devil, Diarrhoea
an' epilepsy of Maria!
God created bowers
with racy flowers
Devil, Thorns
prickly as his horns!
God created a voice
for both girls an' boys
Devil, numbness
an' stark dumbness.
God created sight
in gloom to see light
Devil, Blindness
and infinite darkness!
God created taste
to savour soup o' paste
Devil, things bitter
that tongues fritter.
God created sound
where melodies abound
Devil, Discord
like a broken record.
God created 'Soupers'
never to be floppers
Devil, all so prosaic
blind to poetic mosaic!!!
08th Sept' 2013
Here we go again
Im confused again
I thought i had put everything behind me
Cleared my path and and here you are again
Why do we keep going back and forth
Like a broken record
That history recorded,
Is it because its what we are
A broken record
That history recorded
I wish i had amnesia
Then i could forget you,
but the heart is not forgetful i guess
And it's because of you i stress
to my heart i confess
that living without you is hell
wish i could disperse ,
because im at a point where
I just want to shut down
My life is a mess
And this is just pointless
I keep coming back
to the root of my problems
like a broken record
skipping on the same track
and I can't move forward until I fix the scratch
Soooo
like a mime in an imaginary glass box
I peer out on the world
wishing that I discovered the key to finding my way out
I see the promise of what I could be in the future
Long beautiful hair falling over my ivory ceramic dollface
with an elegant runners body, and my curves that would make Da Vinci deliriously envious
for they are grander then his Leda and the Swan piece .
I see my shoulders as relaxed as a golden retriever mid running dream
I think that I could fall deeply in love
faster than Humpty Dumpty who tumbled from the wall
Nor would I crack and become a mess like I had before
I will be a human marble
I have been trying to be Atlas with the world on my shoulders.
Taking the burder of everyones problems
Like when we were little kids and we would throw in leafs and sticks in a pot, and call it a
potion
But people's life problems potions can often be poisonous
Atlas should have taken the world and kicked it like a soccer ball
so far across the universe that Beckham would be proud of it
Therefore the key to rehabilitating yourself in your man made mime mind prison
is this.....
Learn to focus your mind on the positives
Let go of the littlest anxieties
For in a world of Aids, Cancers, and starving kids
you have to put it all in retrospective
Find your place, and your gifts
laugh with your friends
Make passionate love to your lovers
This makes the days go by and brings you one step to a healthier closure
Keep on fighting to be the wonderful and brilliant person you know you can be.
5/8/13
Spread out your wings
Come on, baby – it’s your time to fly today
Our misfortune stings
Pour forth your ecstasy – will it take away
Our despondency?
Bring me out of captivity…
Producing calamity…
I can’t reach for His light –
THROW ME A ROPE!
I’m buried far below…
Midnight’s as dark as the cawing crow
I CAN’T CLIMB…due to my lack of energy
Fortify me by your might
Spread out your wings
Wake up, darling…wake up to reality –
Open up your window . . .
Our sundrenched spirits brings
Happiness to the hungry, arduous world
His sincerity bestow
Miracles & eternal peace instead of
remorse & catastrophe
Shield me with your radiance
Give me a taste of your jubilance…
Your voluptuous essence
YOUR Pure, holy Sustenance…
Not their truculence…
Their arrogance… Their reluctance…
Their defiance… their unfeeling essence,
Evincing their callous hearts of stone
And crafting it, open to the public
Open to the world of woe
Spread out your wings
Keep on believing, dearest –
It’s not your time to die…
Your face is doused in dismay
Your melody still rings
In my ears… sticking to me like a broken record...
Will it shed a tune of delight today?
Is it a cure to our tragedy?
Drag me out of captivity…
I’m sick of all of this cruelty…
I’ve fallen into a pit of obscurity–
GIVE ME a taste of your effulgence
I’m unchained from my captivity…
Am I surely free? Where shall I flee?
Daylight’s as bright as the dove, fluttering gaily
I’m incapable of flight…due to my lack of wings
Strengthen me throughout my plight! ~ ~ ~
How did you make my high spirits soar upright? ~ ~ ~
Tired of these theatrical mask wearing roles. Wolves, smiling faces with sharpen teeth
waiting for ignorant prey. Tired of seeming interested in conversations that are one sided,
guided by those that deem themselves intellectuals. Tired of life's stand stills that keep
skipping back to the same spot like a broken record.
So tired of the dog eat dog, shoot first, do them or get done, got to get mine constitutions of
the piece of pie in the sky life. Tired of haters, that hate, just to hate, because hating is all
they know, all the see, all they be. Tired of fakeness, cakeness, knowing that you can't
make this, unless it's given to you first.
So tired of this love affair of how your hair looks, what you wear crooks, got my nail
appointment booked throughout the year. Tired of the relationships that start and give false
impressions, with fake expressions, then when it deepens, you end up hating your
companion. So Tired.