At times I used to think life
was a luscious bowl of grapes
but since, in many weeks and months,
we haven't seen the sun ~
I've fundamentally shriveled up,
my mind's become a raisin.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
~ An Eight-Line Treatise on 'Settler Colonialism' ~
The Apache beat up on the Cheyenne
and the Iroquois on the Sioux
Mohawks ‘mohawked’ the Mohicans
Aztecs turned the Cree into stew …
Now Europeans are called ‘settler colonialists’
but who does America really belong to
Probably Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon man
~ dispossessed by Indians too
Bring back, oh do bring back, those peaceful summer nights!
When the world was not dark, but ever so still and twinkling bright.
Where eating foods of choice, was not a politically offensive sin.
Nor was any color of skin evil,determined by politically, biased spin.
Those days when we feared no dastardly disease.
Nor faces, mask covered, to make us all feel so ill at ease.
Not one human would ever dare say..that you be killed?
Simply because you chose no inoculation at personal will.
Bring back, oh do bring back, the blessings of motherhood!
The family picnic,on a plaid blanket in the emerald,shaded wood.
Where there were no cell phones,distracting us from each other.
And we were smiling, learning mankind are all sisters and brothers.
Our children are ours, to no government will they ever belong!
They are our boys or girls, how simple a message,and a soul song?
Bring us back to our senses, where we know the climate we cannot control.
Best we control ourselves,and our children in freedom’s glorious glow!!
7/28/2023
Let’s bring back those “Good old days”
Claim it’s for the best
Give everyone a washing bin
Lye soap and scrubbing board
Hang the clothes on a ‘clothes line”
Outside to let them dry
Bring back the “in ground” compost bin
Metal cans of un-bagged trash
Leave the mice and rats alone
They have a “lobby” of their own
Buy your groceries every day
In bags for which you have to pay
You’ll be in bed by ten at night
Cuz that’s when they’ll turn out the lights
So go ahead, I dare ya, Tweet it
They serve us CROW knowing we’ll eat it
John g. Lawless
©5/10/2023
the little mice
that operate
traffic lights
recently went
on strike.
they said
it was the working
conditions,
but if we're
being honest,
I think it was
because last
year the city
banned
casual fridays.
have you ever
seen a mouse
try to put
a tie on? It's a
tough ask for
their little paws.
anyway, in their
absence, the city
emergency hired
frogs to code-switch
reds & greens.
it's great to see
little amphibians
march to work
in their ties,
but their clammy
little hands
are a traffic
terror.
Yes
Wide eyed
And Oh
So small
Little man
He fits
In both my hands
I still know
How to hold
The little one
"Does it bring back memories"
Her question
Stayed with me
For days
Than weeks
Flowing along
Past
Distant times
In that
Expanse
Of memories
Times four
I explored
Cuddles
Hugs
The first
Fresh
As a field
Of shinning sunflowers
If that's what you call
A Delivery room
Or humidicrib
Does not matter
Those cuddles
Are there
Fresh
As with the smells
Pinetarsol
Talc
Their hair
Blankets
And tears
Reaching
Reaching for up
With hugs
Those pains
Away
Bed time
Hugs
Love you
Never
To much
But one hug
Eludes me
Can't remember
By four
The last
One
The last
Time
I pick up
One of four
For a hug
A ritual
In love
Faded
Without
Within
Fanfare or acknowledgement
A transition
Without notice
Or
A reason to recall
That which
I cannot recall
Until now
So many
Years later
So many years
To late
In the dark of night,
A star was shining bright,
A guiding light to all,
A beacon through the fall.
But one fateful night,
The star was out of sight,
For a thief had come to steal,
The light that made us feel.
No longer could we see,
The path that lay ahead,
Without the stolen star,
We felt lost, alone, and dead.
But hope was not yet lost,
For we knew we could rebuild,
The stolen illumination,
And once again be filled.
So we searched the night,
And worked with all our might,
To bring back the light,
And banish the thief from sight.
And when the star returned,
Our hearts with joy burned,
For the stolen illumination,
Was now ours to reclaim.
So, let this be a lesson,
To all who may stray,
The light of a star,
Is something to keep, not take away.
there were those who hack
what did do matter of fact
should never bring back
This is English Language with no links.
Yesterday encompasses your lifetime, from the day you were
born until this time, and it holds positive and negative experiences
and enfolds good and bad memories that become your own life’s stories
~~~ Quote by Poet ~~~
BRING BACK YESTERDAY
Yesterday is gone, a thing of the past.
Yesterday is so long ago, far and away.
Yet, it has lifetime memories that last,
stored in your mind, where they stay.
Yesterday comprises the experiences you had
like the adventures or risks, triumphs or trials,
fun, happiness or pain, sorrow, good or bad
people, uplifting you or pushing you in denial.
Yesterday encompasses your lifetime, makes you
look back on your life how you knew, discovered,
embraced yourself and how you believed in you.
Yesterday fills you with stories to share with others.
11/28/21 "Y" Contest, New Poems - Poetry
Constance La France
Theme: # 3 - Yesterday
Used: RhymeZone
You never knocked before entering into my heart,
but when you had left, I had heard a breaking sound!
Nowhere, but in my memories,
our stories will be ever found.
I had walked a long way,
but the road was round,
and I am here again trying to find myself all around.
Cheers to the day,
when I had wished to make you mine.
Though you had never said,
but I had made you mine.
Still, on those paths,
our love days will be ever found.
Which you had left before,
but I am still roaming here all around.
I couldn't even wash out those
untouched touches of you,
that you had poured all over me
your verses through.
I had stopped listening to those songs,
which lyrics had led me to you.
I had tried to live in reality,
but memories always bring back you.
Oh, lord, bring back the flattened earth
where lemmings took to flight
and foolish men dodged endless fate
by running straight ahead at night.
When the sun rose ‘round the edge
rose and set on every hedge
where nothing ever rolled away
the status quo was king
where silence was the canyons curse
and echoes didn’t sing.
Oh, lord, bring back the flattened earth
where time and tide stood still
and moonlight shone on the underside
of the fields flat earther’s till.
We must preserve this flattened view
as far as the eyes could see
lamenting but one simple flaw
there’s no place safe to pee
just cut a slice of the planet’s girth
and lord bring back the flattened earth.
John G. Lawless
©8/10/2021
The marriage anniversary
Of couple Nelly and Ener
Lets them bring back the memory
When they were blessed by the Maker.
Topic: Anniversary of Ener & Nelly Resplandor (March 29)
Yesterday
Somewhere in Monrovia
Shining stars dropped off the skies
They wore a beaming smile
Brandishing their pockets and lifestyles
Somewhere in Monrovia
A container was sexually abused
Darkness crawled through her eyes
And her legs were thrown apart by
government officials
Bought duplexes with stolen funds
Drove the latest cars
Ate from best-known restaurants
Left the masses to struggle against crumbling walls
Somewhere in Monrovia
Yana boys and girls screamed
Crying, chanting and grieving
While they held pieces of our country's future
Modern and ancient thieves
Bootlickers and ill-fated beings
Mental retarded first-class animals
Embraced corruption as a way of life
Somewhere in Monrovia
We walked through the principal streets
Raised battle-cries and war songs
But they served us with torments and abject poverty
Bring back our money
Yet, with the high pitch of our voices
It seemed so low to their outer, middle
and inner ears
We now live with faded hopes and broken dreams
Bring back Nobuhle
Why did you keep her body
She's gone let us bury her with dignity and respect
Bring back our sister
Why why are you keeping our sisters body in your country?
Why should we suffer in oder to get her body?
Why there is United Nations if we are not united?
Why should we be happy if our sister is not in our country?
God God help us
Help us to bring Buhle back in South Africa
Shembe please help us bring Buhle back in South African
We need her body
We need her in South Africa
God listen to us
Wipe our tears
Make them hear us
Oh dear God
We come upon on you
There is no one bigger then you
What would you bring back in a heartbeat
OK,Let me tell you
I shall never have to think twice
I would bring back those missed beats
Still fluttering in that less ordinary spring evening
My heart raced faster than light traveling through galaxies
The fastest race my heart could have won
When your eyes touched horizons of my eyes
As I wished on falling stars in waxing moon nights
Quiet tunes resonated in me
My breath palpitated to imagine you in me
When I wander seeking rainbow lost long
Your thoughts anchored at my heart's shoreline
Sweetest beat felt with memories rain on my barren mind
When my dreams float on sea-crests
My bemused beats soak in mystical skies of crimson hues
Yes,I would bring back my every thought
That have you swirling on butterfly wings softly perched on my heartbeats
18/10/2018
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