Best Stumbling Poems
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Criminals a'caught here.?
Send masks to cover faeces.)
When artificial intelligence realises
its not
what dreams are yet to come
My disability builds high brick walls
Barricading the bright parts of my brain
My disability holds the inner woman hostage
While the little girl is left to run
My disability sets fire to my fears
Flames of anger and jealousy consume me
My disability prevents me from living on my own
With the white picket fence and family dog
My disability makes it impossible to love
A boyfriend or husband in my adult life
My disability reduces my dreams to rubble
With the remains of my self esteem
My disability leaves strangers around me
Confused and scared
My disability leaves my family
Asking why I don’t smile and laugh
My disability is a shovel digging in the dirt
Happiness trys to climb out of the holes
I am disabled…hear me roar
Cessationism v. Continuationism Discussion
is the talk in the upper echelon
of eclectic intellectual musings
miracles and healing
is the talk at the grassroots level
and you ask me
if we can understand God
this is like asking a piece of wood
if it understands
how it came to be
and
perhaps it does
it certainly is beyond me.
She has never stumbled on her words did you say?
never got a word wrong and I right?
She says shes never stumbled to this night
She says she avoids those stumbly words everyday ?
Twas the night before Christmas;
As Mrs. Klaus was washing dinner dishes;
Santa is at the workshop;
He’s got a cold, sucking on cough-drop;
While walking through the snow;
Frozen his left foot pinky-toe;
Had too much cough syrup;
Was so dizzy leaving fell on reindeer stirrups?
Up see, daisy Santa what process ya…
To be stumble fall Newton’s second law (ha ha);
Swollen, fatten solid mass net force fallen;
Proportional to a Mack-truck oops Reindeer runnin;
Twas the night before Christmas;
The phone rings an Elf has called her;
As Mrs. Klaus was drying those dishes;
Toymaker say’s Santa’s out he’s trip and fallen;
Like a drunken man who’s no longer standing?
Broken hand, bruised leg blacken eye ,
--oops! guess wasn’t a happy landing;
12/7/19
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Shocked with an enormous feeling that cannot be shaken with just a tear of emotions
Conquering methods that was absolutely profane and cannot be sorted in any eyes
Lost in thought, and drowning into the abyss that so undeniably unforgettable
Stirs the life that was so suddenly lost to suddenly appear with grief and fear
Looking for the trust that fell when trying to reach the end of your journey
Scraped and scars that cannot heal, but when it does heal it peals again
So when suddenly face with fear
A sudden stumble with weak knees creates the shakes
This is Stumbling with Fear
I stumble and stagger through life's stony streets,
Trying to find my way as I steadily beat my feet.
It's simple to give in while lazing upon life's gurney.
Refusing to give up, I slowly continue on my journey.
Of all the memorials I've come across
Acknowledging heartbreak and sorrow and loss,
The stolperstein dotting the streets of Berlin
Have reminded me most of what shouldn't have been.
These bricks made of brass are the work of one man*
Who, as part of a project, came up with a plan
To commemorate victims the Nazis had taken
Away from their homes, where their lives were forsaken.
In English, the "stumbling stones," as they're called,
Are carefully crafted and later installed
In front of the buildings where Jews did reside
And were forcibly moved though they pleaded and cried.
Each brick (there are thousands) has name, age and date
Of the person who lived there and suffered the fate
Of a horrible torturous lead-in to death;
Inscribed, too, are camps where they took their last breath.
Memorial sculptures and artworks abound
Wherever a Holocaust victim's been found
But to me, these brass bricks are the most poignant yet
And an image I know I will never forget.
*Guenther Demnig
I spotted two frogs
jump from a green lily-pad,
but sadly they drowned.
I pulled them out...while
the others croaked and
left the rippling, gloomy pound.
Entered in Sydney LeeAnn's contest,
" Lily-Pads & Frogs "
Written by Andrew Crisci
Earthquake
There is a lot of mumbling and shaking
Can`t you all see?
Blind bats agonize thee?
What a felony of misfit
Where is the earthquake?
Can`t you all see?
Diminishing reasons beyond thee.
Stopping all you thought of me!
I see the earthquake
Shaking so hard, moron!
Leave all to thee, you think?
Agonizing indeed we see.
I am a fool,
yes I am,
to talk to you
with your head up in Cloud 9.
I am a fool,
a fool for you,
a fool in love,
a fool with a broken heart,
who lives in denial.
Can you blame a man
who wants to love?
Whether I am a fool or not,
I see you and I start to drool.
So-called friends call me: "a love sick bum,"
"A poor puppy who lost his way,"
"a fool in love!"
Well, a fool in love I am.
When I see you and talk to you,
I shack and tremble,
as a fool would do,
but can you blame me for wanting to love you?
but, the reason I am truly a fool,
it is because, when I talk to you
I stumble over foolish words and
could never tell you, how I truly felt about
you.
I'm a fool-
a fool for you.
.1.16.2014.
Alas! I know why
A demon's supossed to cry
Couldn't look heaven
Or God in the eye
Too many times of asking "Why!"
She was again in my life
disguising herself as my much missed best friend
Wanting her so blindly
I let her break my heart again
Together we spent most of our day
and a few intimate nights
becoming closer just as we were before
Without any warning she turned away again . . .
she decided she doesn't want to know me any more
Now that I am to move on
Tell me, where do I go from here
and how do I start
When all that I can do
is to stumble through . . .
the shattered pieces of my broken heart
To everyone's discombobulation,
anarchy and pain
were given free rein.
Liberty is losing its foundation,
while Ukraine fights back
from Russia's attack.
And so many politicians are corrupt
that deep-pocket lobbyists pay to disrupt.
Liberty is stumbling!
Global warming is touted as fake news,
though seas are rising.
It's not surprising,
though ecologists beg, the rich refuse.
Money is their king;
Nature's their plaything.
Big business stole a generation's dreams,
promising paradise while polluting streams.
Liberty is stumbling!
The crazies are taking total control,
creating weird cults
in which hate exults.
Without condemnation, we've sold our souls,
donning a blindfold,
we do what we're told.
Republican fascists are fueling fears;
democracy holds no more value than tears.
White cops shoot black youths and then go out for beers.
Liberty is stumbling!
Its foundation: crumbling.