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*** RATE THE BATTLE ***
Rate your pain, they always want to know,
On a scale of one (least) to ten (worst — “like hell,” they say),
Although, I think, that should be reversed, because at
One, first, this pain is anguishing; wanting to be foremost;
Rooted under everything.
I see a numbered One level pain as insipid, blocking out life —
Like an iceberg
Able to sink a ship; with there being
One, only one way eyes feel when popping out from such pain;
One level of invasive emotional or physical pain that
Makes the soul groan and
The lips try to repeatedly keep their shortened breaths
Whispering, “Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord…”
At One, or Ten (by their scale again now), I refuse
To imagine even a peek into hell.
I refuse to walk on a bed of flaming embers. Blut, at
Nine, I might lay bare on a bed of unpolished, sharply-cut lapis,
Trying to picture some promise of miraculous beauty
Underlying the monstrous pain.
A Nine would keep me in a self-induced trance of complete
Stillness,
Holding my breath, before I’d let it consume all my humor; and
I’d try, yet again, to find praises in the suffering;
Wherein, too, Faith in God can bring the strength and hope
To survive the scales of pain
In favor of the whole spirit’s long on-going,
Felt rise in gratitude.
(Deut. 9: 1-3)
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(c) sally young eslinger 12/10/2022
Thanks be to God…
Love, longing, sorrow and mysteries
It is the figurative star you should look for
dreams and fantasies in an absolute reality
spices of life in a positive and creative way
liberate the mind, with lowered shoulders
In the light of the stars you will find back
No matter how you feel
You do not must have a special experience
or feel something strange
The stars dance in the sky
they shine in the golden luster
A calm and harmonious phase
the inner perception of peace
The happiness we all seek
is not mentioned in gold letters
Time to light candles
and time for reflection
25.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I like those people who rate
my poems that give me food for thought now.
I ONLY SPEAK SECOND-RATE SPANISH
I didn’t say it then, but I can say it now -
I can say many things in many languages, and how!
English, Russian, French and the lovely Spanish tongue.
First one I started with, when I was young,
Was Spanish - learned in The States and
Obviously Mexican Spanish, perfectly at hand
For communicating with half a billion who likewise speak,
If in Latin America and over world you seek.
I chanced to meet a long-lost acquaintance,
A snobbish woman of little real substance,
Who spoke Spanish and we practised our learned word.
Oh, she says, you speak only Mexican Spanish. She demurred
- Not real Spanish………
Actually what she thaid wath, “You thpeak Mekthican Thpanish”
Real Thpanish ith called Cathtellano……
You would not be underthtood in Thpain, oh no!”
I obviously disappointed her with my inferior ability
She certainly disappointed me with her snobbery.
Now I can say that speaking Spanish is a pleasure
But thpeaking Thpanish is a torture.
The people of Thpain will have to be denied my voice
But the billion others may hear its song and joys.
The banking rate
is like a young lady
one day low and promising
next day
the value rises with several per cent
and a question
at the dance floor
by the river will be
can I get a loan?
We deal in half-the-price knock-offs,
we deal in less-than authenticity
We deal in brand name imitations,
we're a cut-rate company, y'see
We got those faux designer items,
we got those off-seam irregularities
We got those cheap generic products,
we peddle only second-best quality
If you can't afford the real thing,
and you need a substitute instantly
Then get off the couch
and dial these digits
Get on the phone and come talk to me
I'm your intrepid guide
into the world of the half-genuine
Giving you the inside skinny
on the not-original retail grapevine
Three easy payments
is all you're gonna need
to keep your shaky credit clear and free
Once the deal is done,
celebrate with some low priced bubbly
Courtesy of your favorite cut-rate company
At any rate, she knew she wasn’t alone
With both the baritone and guy with the trombone
‘Twas hard to tell wearing the blindfold
Which was holding onto the bricks of gold
She decided to have fun and play along
Drew the line at joining their silly drinking song
She found herself lounging on a bearskin
And in a crinoline feeling quite feminine
So far the sideline was odd yet somewhat divine
When she recalled needing to catch a flight by nine
No time for shopping in spite of having gold to blow
At any rate, she had a plane to catch and had to go
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 17, 2018 for PREMIERE CONTEST NO.170 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 4TH
and on January 18, 2018 for contest AT ANY RATE, IT WILL BE FAST MOVING sponsored by JULIA WARD
You have made me as I am,
Broken and irreparable, tossed aside
In the darkest place imaginable
I am now huddled,
Broken and Ravaged,
How can I recover?
When you insist on tearing open my wounds,
At the first sign of a scar.
This is what you have condemned me to,
This darkness, betrayal,
I am undone, you, my undoing,
You have seen me,
My permission granted
To do what you will,
My mistake, my one true folly embedded with regret,
Such delicate matters for one as unfit,
As you have revealed yourself to be,
Incapable of ever truly loving me,
Those words you have chanted upon my unwise ear,
I see now the hollow nature they wear,
No substance behind the seams of your lies,
No passion within your sighs,
No promise in your eyes, no hope in your words,
Garments disguised the emptiness of the absurd,
The absurd disguised in belief of love,
The lover disguised as bliss thereof,
Endearments spoken and all care tossed aside,
Swimming in the unknown beckoning of the tides,
I blame you not,
For it was by my hand,
That condemned me to this deserted land,
Where nothing grows,
No water flows,
No song upon the wind,
No acknowledgement of sin,
No life within me,
No life without me,
No shudders in the dark,
No warmth in the morn,
No careless whispers at the peak of dawn,
Trust lives here, trust is rot,
My soul is weary, my wounds are not.
The interest rate is fallin
But I ain't talkin money... darlin
What I got in mind is always free
I don't care if Wallstreet crashes
Long as I can find them matches
To light that fire that used to burn for me
I run around in see thru teddies
An indication that I'm ready
But you only got eyes for that damn TV
Look around and see what you been missin
While you been busy makin all that dough
My heart is broke and Lord it needs a fixin
You may be rich but your Love is mighty poor
The interest rate is fallin
But I ain't talkin money
Darlin, when you ever gonna notice me?
love, kim,: Just a word, this is actually a piece of a song. My best friend said
" write a song for me", and I asked her "bout what?". She was working in New
York and her eyes fell upon the current newspaper headline "the interest rate is
fallin"...
At any rate, it's going to be epic
Its going to be amazingly bold
Awesomely cool
Just plain right legendary
It'll be twisted
It'll be renounced
It'll be (for lack of a better word)
Flumongous!
I thought we had a love that was great.
Valentine, we broke up as of late.
I did realize
you are not a prize.
In reality, you’re second rate.
Driving home for a visit long overdue
along the NJ turnpike, the Delaware, straight away I flew,
down to Baltimore once more while leaning on the horn
scenery consistent and familiar with the road weather worn.
The exits looked unfamiliar, tolls now increased and gained
the road a little wider than before, the tally upward of insane
and backed up to the tolls and bridges - a bevy of traffic
causing wonder, what, where, when, why spoke vocal graphics.
Then three hours in I finally spied
the exit missed, in my surprise, I cried,
I ached from the journey, the drawn out highway slide
back tracking, at last, I again became home fried.
At any rate, there was the house at last
and out of the car I hurried fast,
greeted at the door, we hugged, we laughed
watching my parked car slide down the driveway path.
The short visit planned was now an extender
bumper and car creating a fender bender.
At any rate, there it was, fast moving,
speeding car, driver and insurance disapproving.
Julia Ward's contest - At any rate, it was fast moving
Love at Any Rate
Love at
any rate
Can make you
Feel low
Down
And dirty
Shame
What happens
Next a neuron
Fired or quit
Working right
Then and there
Went the neighborhood
Where Sarah Belle ummm...
Lived but for
Got
Why
Memory
Jogging
Or refreshed this
Time
Is up
And running
Up and running
Up and
Run for your life
Went on
About its business
Casual
Tea is empty
Ness that dragon
Loch and cay
Puff like magic
And it's gone
At any rate
it came along.
Mr Rate of Increase of Speed and Mr Rate of Change in Velocity.
Mr Rate of Increase of Speed and
Mr Rate of Change in Velocity took advantage of
Mr Machine for
Increasing the Speed and
Energy of
Charged Particles for
being too agreeable. They have
too much expression of
acceptance in them and
too much applaud of
praise type in
them.