If I crash-out of this med-school thing, I hope it’s a gentle spiral.
Upon a trembling wire I make my stand,
a Flying Wallenda, knowing no other life.
A deep and quiet moonlight, well flatters the mind's labour.
So scholars' efforts are commonly crowned in sleepless industry.
Coincidentally, those same treacherous moonbeams
dubble-dip as lover's ambiance.
Those that study flesh, may find their own poorly mastered,
as it conspires - in want - and distracts with fancies ill-timed
- as if desires were somehow exam-unaware.
Ambition ties me, with strings, to ever-urgent examinations,
while desire, that merry thief, giddily unlaces me.
Between love and ambition, I dance a careful step,
half-architect and half-willing fool.
Should I fall - as other highwire walkers have,
let it be said that I fell with blushing grace
- not by neglect, or overzealous reach,
but by the tragedy of earnest and impatient love.
Exams start in 2 hours. It’s hell week. Wish me luck!
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A song for this:
Tiger, my friend by psapp
OBSERVED FIGURATIONS-:-
created
tranquil
contrasting
timeless
emblems
so ENIGMATICALLY DIFFUSED
coincidentally
signified
quotas
discussed
details
with ABSENT-MINDEDNESS
eliminated
literary
output
concentrated
creativity
PRECLUDED IMPULSES
vivid
evocations
constantly
moving
spanning
the
indivisible
tangible
cleansing
aspirations
from
coincidentally
expressed
positive
archetypetual
efforts
all-pervading
instinctive
feelings
of renewed
impulsive
consciousness
Many thoughts are circulating through my mind
as I'm having fun with gardening games on my piece of land
In a couple of my poems, a couple of my words have been dotted out. Can I use inuendo?
Is it possible for this new poem, could I be partially banned ?
I have no desire to upset established decorum
When I post this latest poem on the Poetry Soup forum
Several of my poems relate to Australian native birds
coincidentally in this poem the bird rhymes with my old nickname DAG
We're often wet as a , or roosting on a rock
I'm referring to a bird I love it's called a shag
Hashtags.
Used to promote to get more attraction to a desired cause
To create a movement , to even open doors
But - like most things it has its flaws
Used to manipulate for narrative control
Stories of real life trauma
Plastered on social media
To be auctioned of and sold
To the highest bidder- usually a politician
Their favourites, those that contain stories of racism
Not because they care
But for emotional manipulation
Used to make them look like a 'diverse hero'
Claiming to love everyone
Yet create policies for a mandatory stop and patrol
'Coincidentally' in only black neighbourhoods
Most hashtags aren't even harmful
If used for the greater good, it can be very useful
A way for slogans to become a movement
One example - #blacklivesmatter
To boost, to help go viral
To become a worldwide sensation
After all you can never have enough people
To tackle this centuries long issue
Yet human nature makes people resentful
When they aren't the centre of attention - when they aren't popular
Usually the oppressors, they can't stand feeling inferior
They'll twist a cause to suit their reputation
After all what's a campaign without deception
By the bye or by the way
either one I never say
I choose to use ‘incidentally’
anyway or accidentally
I spilled some wine on my blind date’s shirt.
He was vulgar and nothing like a gent.
Oh what a crying shame.
Guess I spilled that wine by accident.
A store clerk rolled her eyes when I asked to pay by cash.
So I paid her cent by cent by cent by cent.
Later “found” my credit card and quarters.
The pennies had been just “by accident.”
The landlord took three weeks to fix our heater.
Coincidentally, I was three weeks late with rent.
Somehow I’d forgotten to pay on time.
Yes, it must have been by accident.
A greedy salesman pushed for more than I wanted.
A full hour later, I said, “My money’s all already spent.
You must have found me gullible
by accident?”
I told a tech guy that I’d called for help
that I couldn’t understand his accent.
And my telling that to him, my friends, for sure
was something that was not by accident.
Because It Does
There's A Reason
They Call It
Matter!
!!!
So Where's All The
Anti-Matter, Huh?
Coincidentally:
-Gray Squirrel
12-29-2024
The most feckless corrupt Pres in living memory pardons his grifter son.
But not just for deliberately evading taxes and firearms violations. No, Joe went further. His pardon includes all offences he may or may not have committed back to Jan 1 2014 which coincidentally gives him immunity for his time as a Burisma board member as a crackhead earning millions of dollars in Ukraine and millions more influence peddling selling access deals to Russian oligarchs and Chinese companies aligned with the Chinese Communist Party. All with daddy’s knowledge and approval.
Well pardon my French but that is a f***in’ disgrace!
Come over and sit next to me
I saved this seat for you
My eyes are pleading quietly
Hoping that you do
I'll keep my hands here on my lap
But if you only knew
How much they want to know your feel
To convert it from a view
Now I might try to orchestrate
An accidental touch
It wouldn't be too obvious
Nor would it be too much
A simple reach across your arm
Made to look unplanned
Or I could stand and help you sit
And offer you my hand
Perhaps "coincidentally"
I'll brush you as I kid
And then apologetically
Say sorry that I did
Or I could sit and just enjoy
The fact that you are near
Moments like those mean so much
I hold them all so dear
Another lonely walk
But still with you I talk
Though only in my mind
Of subjects of all kinds
Mostly that of love
But sometimes that of more
And always you agree
With what I have in store
And also say you do
The things that you want too
Coincidentally
They're the same as me
In sharing what we'd like
And how it'd feel so good
I would not say no
Yes, I'd say I would
There is too much energy,
coincidentally,
Too much memory,
incrementally,
Too much sensory,
What has entered me
So unnaturally?
Every small sore is numbing pain
As if morning can't see the rain
Every small touch on your light skin
Makes the world like it stops to spin
Teardrops can't mend your heart's sorrow
As if night has no tomorrow
The days are counted like a few
May God still give you lots of new
For my mother who currently and coincidentally suffers from breast cancer and undergoes chemotherapy. I may not be that financially stable to help because of my condition and we had some differences before, but may this poem find you a morning sunshine and a holding rail. Thanks to my sister In law Christy and my brother Marvin and all who extend their sympathies
December 1, 2023
Is it ok if I tell you I miss you?
I do you know, much of my day
Is spent wondering what you are doing
And wanting to find out some way
Where you and I could accidentally
Walk across paths that converge
And how they would coincidentally
Cause us to meet at the merge
I know it's not practical most times
To do what I so want to do
But whenever I can I will take it
A moment or two spent with you
And when you sit next to me somewhere
I want to freeze Father Time in his tracks
And never depart from your presence
But enjoy that short time to the max
“coincidentally thirteen”
was it the day
all the knights
templars died
or a Friday
that just
was
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