I learned what I fear today:
Intimacy. I can’t seem to face
my raw emotions bluntly; in fact
I despise them for being unpoetic
Why be vulgar and direct
when I can hide behind my
metaphors, my harbor; my fantasies, my
buffer—between reality and
my brain cells too proud to be seen
scattered, sprinkled all over—
well, nothing
Even this moment I struggle to simply
write: I’m messy. I’m hurt.
I’m lone and gloomy and primitive and violent.
I can’t speak of my love and hatred in
raw honesty, no—I must be filtered
so when I scramble myself undone on paper
I no longer belong to
me. I’ll be
safe, from me; an
outsider, from me.
Critics say a raw poem
whispers secrets like readers are old friends
But I have long forgotten,
how a girl usually lets her voice confess
Sometimes we're sacrificed to rooms void of light
to the caw of the crow and the scent of the night
Silk of the mind, breeched by snakes -chains of cold
moment by moment they peck away at the soul.
Roses and razor blades strewn on the ground
gifts have been given to help figure it all out
There are dark entities sent to devour you
and angels commissioned to buffer the blue.
Blessed light poking through blackening veins
cherish warmth like drought does a cool rain.
Take your sledgehammer soul shatter the shroud
it may take a few blows, but it'll surely come down.
Gather up the roses leave the razors behind
pay homage to angels-step gently into the light
harvest sweet honey from the silenced hive
embracing the grace of birdsong-shinning on.
Toupee, or not toupee,
that is the question:
whether 'tis nobler on the head
to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous alopecia
or to take wigs against a sea of baldness,
wear them as a buffer,
the whips and scorns stem,
and by opposing end them.
Ay, that's the nub.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
You're truly blessed if somebody believes in you
Who'll take a slap in the mouth to protect the feather in your song.
who'll give up a hand so you can etch warm hearts in the sand.
who'll cover your ears, when they toss burning tongues your way,
then whisper the translation in willow-speak.
You're truly blessed if somebody faces the machine
to buffer your dreams from the landslide
called doubt-indifference -pain.
Truly, you're blessed when love-lovingly
wipes the mud from your calloused snout
as you root truffles of truth from the rubble of living.
I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.
There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.
The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.
I’m busy now spring cleaning my heart,
the temperate season has broken;
Ready to melt the past’s bleak blizzard,
let my soul be a fancied flower;
The temperate season has broken,
dry eyes rejuvenated by storms;
A touch or teardrop can restore faith;
Ready to melt the past’s bleak blizzard,
throw out the heavy clothing buffer;
I’ve no gloves, now will you hold my hand?
Let my soul be a fancied flower;
Toxic weeds are gone from my garden,
there’s more room for what I truy need.
Dream leaf “fall” usher
motley hue cascade unfurls
dull gray sky gaunt sun
mud strewn pockmark on limp moss,
wet nabs ripe fruit orchard splurge
Moonlit gemstone reach
lunar auspice chill whisper
green hewn splintered twig
earthbound autumn wild pageant
scaly branches in a heap
Dark cobalt clouds float
city folk’s shivering gaze
market stalls thriving
the whiff of laden soup bowls
coffee dock ice drop buffer
Deep coal fire aglow
shelter from harsh weather gust
frozen nostrils twitch
as they plough the fertile patch
in league with season bounty
We all crave peace in the Middle East
and an end to the war in Ukraine..
World democracies huddle to stop
the rubble and halt those aggressors who maim.
We see the innocents suffer with out any buffer
where death and destruction now reigns.
We empathize with their agony thru daily doses
of this tragedy yet the heavy blood spilling remains..
As it tears at our hearts we can do a small part to
bring peace to our planet again..
We must weed out all thoughts of anger from loss until
light in our heart remains.
Just one small thing at least, as we pray for world peace
at the dawn of each new day..
When we get our thoughts right and our heart candle's bright,
we may lighten some lives far away.
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You probably don't notice,
The difference that you make,
But other people notice,
How you always seem to take,
The problems and the troubles,
That other people suffer,
And lift them, calm them, find solutions,
Try to be a buffer.
Small miracles aren't small at all,
To those you help they're big.
You make them happen all the time,
And that's not small, it's big.
a buffer between the you and the me
the constant mediator chaperoning
criticizing with its glare and pursed lips
negating the realm of possibilities
as it downplays the fragranced essence of hinting
opting to zero in on the desolation of nothingness
and that buffer between you and me
only grows stronger and louder
AP: 2nd place 2023
I have a few whys that really bother me
like why when it rains do I pee frequently?
Why do some people enjoy wearing wigs?
Why do some men act like pigs?
Why don't cars have more of a buffer?
Why do people have to suffer?
Why do certain fabrics crinkle?
Why does old skin have to wrinkle?
Why doesn't a red head's hair turn gray?
Why won't Drs. listen to what their patients have to say?
Why won't any one write a letter?
Why isn't our world getting any better?
Essence blend never before encountered
Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
Decisive fair decorum she endows
Petals and pepper sauce complexity
Cerebellum pillows King's heavy head
Slave to prime advisor dexterity
Burdensome thoughts bedside storybook read
Prominent gem on band of platinum
Temptation's tassles draped in possible
Syrup super glue subtle acumen
Fairy floss buffer from bosses hostile
Daily chest chainmail pools in her presence
Regal defender dumbfounded in reverence
20th October 2022
Two Will Overrule
The man who did lots suffer
Now relaxed on a sofa,
Waiting for what's on offer;
Some nice stuff they'd him proffer:
In his mind a Grant Cake
He'd taste and more of it take,
Seek to know who did it bake
And his sleeping love awake!
Just from a War Zone's Buffer,
They should him serve a buffet
Then fast make him a bridegroom,
Wife pushing to him plus room...
I have to Records referred:
The Best offered The Suffered.
Try to be happy dear,
Instil into heart cheer,
Keep your mind clear,
Soul, with hope, steer.
Never entertain fear,
As worry turns severe,
Allow not doubts near,
Give not to gossips ear
God will surely interfere
If you pray despite tear,
God will secretly appear
As, prayer, He does hear
In a gloomy atmosphere
Peace will just disappear,
Solace is given by prayer
Due hope, it will deliver
A wise heart is hope-carrier,
A wise mind is ever sincere,
With an oath, start the year,
Never feel you are inferior
At you when adversities jeer,
Become a very firm believer,
God will remove every barrier,
He will bless you to be happier
When you try to get silver,
Gold, prayer will deliver,
Forget the Lord never,
Thinking you are clever
Believe in God's power,
He makes peace flower,
In bliss, He helps us tower,
He is noble souls' lover
God loves a true toiler,
He makes him not suffer,
He gives the best offer,
He fills kindly his coffer
If your mind gets fever
To God, hopefully refer
Your state, He will infer
And give the best buffer!
You know what? You are not the only one,
But millions of people get roasted like a bun.
You are not the only one who suffer,
Others too get pain which they try to buffer.
You are not the only one who cries whole night,
There are also people who travel the journey of their life in the dark with no light.
You are not the only one who loses,
Not everyone is granted with all their wishes.
Those millions of people and you,
Many things are common between you too.
But in those million there are some,
Like whom you must try to become.
Doesn't matters how painful or difficult situation is,
They always stay positive and try to find bliss.
They go through all the hurt and suffering,
But work hard and at the top of their life they are reaching.
So stop blaming your life stop were thinking about your problems,
Instead stay positive work hard and become the champions.
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