Sure, one could try once, twice,
A thousand times to make sense
Out of fuzzy math, but that is akin to
Sticking out one's tongue to taste
The food one cannot eat; might as well
Put down the pen and close the book.
For if we are to dream,
then flatteries of hope are cheap,
and withered as the gloom of despair.
Yet despair can be beautiful and calm,
a quiet place where nothing is promised,
where dreams cannot break
because they have already faded.
Hope asks us to believe,
to reach for what may never come.
Despair asks nothing.
And still,
somewhere beneath the silence,
we dream.
Perhaps that is why we bother,
because even knowing hope may wither,
we cannot help but reach for it.
Bothering a tired old woman is not smart
We can easily conjure up a belch or fart
At a certain age, we can bring a truly foul smell
By the time we finish with you, you are in hell
The act that might get to be passed will put real Americans last.' Its really clear the evil that will be.' They want to remove
Your cash so you are less free.' They are
Counting up your assets, and just digital
Tokens is what ( you might get?) Or you
Might not get even to see, the mundane
Obects that ate intended to exert influence over every point of your physical
Reality.!
Why do I bother breaking myself down
Chasing the dark while the sun wears a crown
I let my health slip
I let it decay
Guess I’m my own storm blowing me away
Eyes wide at midnight
The clock is my thief
Counting the hours like fallen leaves
Why do I bother
Why don’t I fight
Trading my dreams for a sleepless night
Waking up tired
A shadow of me
Why do I bother
Why can’t I see
This body’s a temple
I treat it like dirt
Running on fumes till it starts to hurt
I build my own cage
I lock the door
Throw away the key
Then beg for more
A few hours
Just a few
I can feel them slipping through
Like sand in my hands
Like smoke in the air
I’m here but I’m barely there
Why do I bother
Why don’t I fight
Trading my dreams for a sleepless night
Waking up tired
A shadow of me
Why do I bother
Why can’t I see
Why do I Bother
not taking good care of myself
Letting my health going down hill
You might say I am my worst
enemy
Because I am sleeping less
This days
I am only getting a few hours
Of sleep every night
That is not good for me
Because the next day
I wake up tired
Because I only got
A few hours of sleep
And I am not able to function properly
Also I have bags under my eyes
And I am yawning non sleep
That is really awful
Now I must pray to God
I don't know why I am still here
Please answer me my friend
You are right
It is God that keeps me alive
Every single day
I must say that I am happy living the life
My God gave to me
I am my father son
Her odd, obnoxious behavior did not bother me
Others were annoyed by Viet Nam born woman named Twee
She might not have done things exactly like the rest of us
But she was polite and respectful, and I never heard her cuss
I was not concerned that her culture was not the same as mine
She never imposed her ways or ideas on me; I thought she was fine.
You can let your gentle eyes rest tonight
I wont arrive in the morning light
Dont bother worring and crying
You can let your gentle eyes rest
Since you now dont have to see my face
Corridors wont seem as crampted
And nights wont seem as long nor sad
Everything will seem much better
Once you let your gentle eyes rest
No more sleepless nights, no more wet pillows, no more pointless fights
Just you and an empty kitchen in the morning light
Drop the bad habits
certainty of their return
a resolution.
"THEY"
A planet spins into another atmosphere.
Pricked by the gloomy voices of, they.
They drown all that is tranquil.
They smother one another.
They complicate moments of splendor.
They are always here, and they hate others.
I know sometimes I hear them.
They hear nothing.
They do not fear you.
They do not hear you.
They turn blasphemes into unholy truths.
Refuse to lend an ear.
Do not run.
They know the chase.
In a blur, I pray to be safe from they.
I am too far for them to love me.
Too quiet for them to hush my mouth.
They will one day burn the world.
Tinnitis is annoying, with little tings
going off in my ears, and crackles and rings.
With this noise in my head
I dread going to bed,
This affliction's such a terrible thing.
I often go for days without any pings
inside of my head, no hisses or dings;
but when they occur
I can't relax, life's a blur;
If there is ever a cure, I will sing!
What if man’s made to run a race with deer,
Or with Chita a sprint he were to face,
That, man’s no match appears mighty clear,
Beasts would beat with half of their highest pace.
Take any seal, a whale, or a dolphin,
And let an Olympic swimmer compete,
E’en one with gold medal can’t hope to win,
What ants can lift, none ever can defeat,
A tiny frog can beat them in long jump,
And ducks can dive deeper for longer time,
Even insects boast of an ace of trump,
And yet, man preens up with a plume so prime.
The best of beasts whilst least bother to boast,
Men wish, they all raise him a rightful toast.
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Sonnet |20.08.2024| men, games, fantasy
Poet’s note: Suppose an Olympic is held between human and animal world, say an Animalympic. In most events animal world would beat humans hollow. Man may be at the crest in evolution insofar as intelligence is concerned. One doubts if he has wisdom enough to best use his abilities.
words float through the air
one dive bombs me like a kamikaze pilot
I grab for it, but miss
it chuckles uncontrollably
the word was laugh
I roll my eyes
then hear buzzing in my ear
mosquito! Dang!
I smack at it
it zooms away, out of my reach
I see it was the word bother
laugh and bother
bother and laugh
what can I do with this?
don’t comes by and bites my shoulder
don’t bother to laugh I say
Then I do laugh
Because the words have bested me yet again
No matter what the contest please decide not to win.
You create an elaborate costume until your head will spin.
Arrive at work hoping to have ooh and ahhhs
But someone else has stolen thunder from you, Ms. McGaws.
There are Ms. McGaws all over every work place I have been.
They go sixteen times over the extra mile, like my cousin Lynn.
Their hair is fifty-two feet higher than yours would ever go.
If there is a next contest, please politely say “no”.
Im sorry that my presence
Is an inconvenienve to you
And that you get annoyed
By everything i do
Im sorry that i walked in
And said hello to you
I should know by now
That is a stupid thing to do
It was not my intention
To ruin your day
But that seems to happen
No matter what i say
Im sorry i can not be
who you want me to be
But im trying everyday
To get rid of me
I try to change who i am
So i can make you proud
But even with the changes
You still put me down
No matter what i do
I can not make you see
i wish that i could be
Anyone but me
Slowly i keep trying
To be who you want me to be
Even if it strips away
all there is of me
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