A Collaboration between Dorothy Gibbons and Natasha L Scragg first half Natasha second half Dorothy
I was lost in the land of Confused .com
When a Pink Power Ranger came to my aid
I told her of my techno trouble
But she admitted. " I'm afraid
We are in this land together
For I am confused as well "
Oh will anyone out there rescue us?
Only time will tell...
Aha ! I remember
Im Pink Power Ranger
Stops to think hmmm ... it's easy !
Techno problems are caused by men
Women are a smarter sex than that ...
Pink Power Ranger to the rescue
Eliminate all men from planet earth
A Collaboration Between Dorothy Gibbons and Natasha L Scragg First half Natasha. Second half Dorothy
I was lost in the land of Confused.com
When a Pink Power Ranger came to my aid.
I told her of my techno trouble
But she admitted, "I'm afraid
We are in this land together
For I am confused as well."
Oh, will anyone out there rescue us?
Only time will tell....
Aha! I remember
I'm the Pink Power Ranger
Stops to think hmmm... it's easy!
Techno problems are caused by men
Women are a smarter sex than that ...
Pink Power Ranger to the rescue
Eliminate all men from planet earth.
Yesterday, I dreamed.
I saw myself opening the door,
receiving your crooked flowers,
telling you somnambulant secrets,
and laughing at your nonsense silent
Then, I woke up.
The sun had not yet awakened,
and my heart seemed breathless.
Nervous, I forgot what I was saying.
I only remember that, before falling asleep again,
I could have let you dream my dream.
I call this poem,
K...
Nothing that I have projected has made you come around, by this time all that I've invested, it is in you my heart is bound.
I remember that very moment, it was our first rendezvous, I was so very nervous to have finally encountered you.
I ask myself was it all just pretend, for him to make love to me, then never acknowledge me again.
I couldn't understand what it was that I had or hadn't done, Did I do something wrong causing him to run.
I've tried to forget you like you have clearly done to me, I tried really hard to think it all as just make believe.
I am invisible to him and it was easy so it seems, not once has he even tried to look at me.
You misread the intentions, you didn't even want to try, now I'm left with this void inside and no explanation why.
Really, how could you do this? You've filled my head with gloom. For it is not only me in there, my every thought you have consumed.
The preacher told the crowd to go home and love
on their family
You to the far right and back of me
can't know
that the warmth of blankets keep me home
How many doorways should I enter
holding out for hope?
The sprawl in my chest
pulsing from upset
is often tamed
enough to wake and earn my wage
Bartering with God
my soul the fee
May it go unnoticed
that it's a worthless thing
I make no promises
I take no oath
Just living until all the stops just go
I'm a tired thing
spinning in circles
believing the path
however just tracks
of the other lost and fallen
I'll wait on God
Surely He sees
that I am wrapping myself up
Silly clumsy little sheep
I really don't know what to do anymore
Is God really still there
I feel my heart was broken in two
Does the world even still care
Broken but I am somebody
I think it routes back to me
Grief can not stay buried in disappointment
It all called footsteps to gods mapped out for us destiny
I love him still with all my heart
But was I just a fool
The things he did to build for him
Was my naiveness just his tool?
The emerald fire burns within her breast,
As wandering eyes betray the vows he made;
By bitter poison is her heart possessed,
A sharpened steel within the silent shade.
To hear his final words above the deep;
A gentle push—the faithless lover dies,
A broken promise he no more shall keep.
She turns her back upon the hungry depths,
Now silence reigns within her lonely hall,
Where phantom stains upon the fabric spread;
She won the war but lost the soul of all.
Though vengeance offered up a sweet release,
It left a hollow and a craggy peace.
The hollow echoes drift through empty rooms,
Where every shadow wears a face she knew.
The garden of her heart no longer blooms,
Choked by the bitter seeds of strife she threw.
A heavy iron settles in her chest,
The cold remains of bridges burned to ash;
She sought a triumph in a too cruel test,
And left a ruin in a sudden flash.
She’d give the very breath within her soul,
To mend the broken glass on the floor,
To take the parts and make the vessel whole,
And silence every slamming door.
The salt of tears now poisons every spring,
Where once the ghost of hope had tried to sing.
As I sat at the North Pole, I was feeling glum.
Directions there make me reckon I'm dumb.
"Jeepers, how can I go North one mile?"
I mulled this over for quite a while,
then thought, "How do I go one mile East or West?".
I didn't go nowhere, and became more depressed.
Finally, I decided to go South with great fear,
"Will I end up in the East or the West hemisphere?"
Animals within the proximity,
Approximately a thought away,
Playing outside of awareness,
The highest vibrations,
Rippling through creation,
We are the designation,
Using our imagination,
Appreciation in the sight,
Brings delight to the viewer,
Fewer and fewer appear,
If you carry around fear,
They hear you clear,
And steer the other way,
So stay open to love,
See the birds above,
Think of the nature of things,
Watch the wonders it brings,
Singing creatures all around,
The best feature I found,
The ground is crawling,
I'm falling in love with Earth,
Even dirt is worth something,
Swimming in The sea of living ,
I've seen what she is giving,
Forgiving myself of the past,
I'm free at last,
Casting out my net,
In case you can't see it yet,
Get caught by my intention,
Your attention is needed,
Earth greeted us openly,
Only to be used and abused,
Leaving her creatures confused.
Why is it when I’m fighting sleep
Whimsical white words come to me
Could it be that I’m cherry confused
Blaming myself when it’s my muse
Should I head west to the piano,
And hear its beautiful music notes?
Should I turn right towards east,
Where I could find food to eat?
Should I satisfy my hunger or my feelings?
Take care of my body or my mind?
Should I choose to hear your words,
Which none of them were true at all.
Or judge by your personalities and characters?
By your actions and behaviours.
That was how confused I was,
Every time we were together.
Any way, there was nothing more to say,
Just wishing you a happy birthday,
On this Sunday, 2026 March the 8th.
Wherever you were and whatever you did.
Did you know what I missed most,
Your beautiful promises which you never delivered,
Your blue eyes and the way you gently troke your beards.
PS. One more message. Remember your book,
With its beautiful front cover, I looked and looked.
To protect your precious book,
I made a tote bag just to fit it,
Matched the color of the cover.
I read it so many times, pages after pages.
I only wanted to return it to its owner,
The author who wrote his life story.
And gave it to me on his last birthday.
Tell me, how I could return it to you JC.
confused monster in light gold, blue and green
your job is to be a bully, be crazy and obscene
Your job is to scare people, fill them full of fright
Do I have to do everything for you? Asked his irritated night light
confused monster was mixed up, he did not want to scare
He hid his face in his pillow, refusing to be anywhere but there
his parents were embarrassed, the neighbors pointed him out
They teased him, calling him names, every time that he went out
Do we have an open mind to let
things get in? Or does it then let out our
convictions out when we do? Do we require more
information to find the truth?
These questions require tolerance yet there some say
that tolerant people do not understand the problem that confront
us.
But I believe intolerance is ignorance on the defensive.
My thoughts are my own but there are times I wonder
who I really am?
Am I who I thing I am? At times I wonder if that is who I really am.
So you see, my age keeps telling me to be myself. I
become confused when people tell me how things ought to be.
I think I will just stop listening to the news media telling me who I ought
to be and telling me who to like and who to hate.
i look into your eyes and butterflies take flight
are you in love with me or are you just being nice?
is my favorite color something you memorized without trying?
you hum my favorite songs while i walk away crying
our future together i imagined countless times
while it’s out of reach it becomes what i want
tangible isn’t something i like,
if it’s plausible, the wish won’t survive
am i in love with you or are you just nice?
if you kiss my neck, i might just stay the night
i picture myself and i’m wearing white
but as soon as you touch me, it all fades to black
i’ll want more as long as you want less
if we both want it, the want goes away
if you picture us in love, i see us as friends
and i might fall in love with a boy someday
but i might regret it if he feels the same way
i’ll die for your smile, but i won’t take your name
i’ll want to leave if you ask me to stay
as soon as you’re near, i’ll go away
just ask me to leave and i’ll die at your wake
I'll leave before the day I know you'll let me go
Because , you see, you have no idea how good I'm not for you
You put me on this pedestal where I know I don't belong
And yet, though I'm standing right in front of you, you can't seem to see how many pieces I'm broken into
Now sure, I may smile in your presence, laugh as if the world and everyone in it is like a dream come true
But that fact of the matter is, I haven't been happy in such a long time
And you may think that the reason I left was because something must have been wrong with you, but no, it's the other way around
How can I stay and have you fall in love with my false presentation
How can continue to allow you to put me up so high where I know eventually I will not meet your expectations
So, as I said before, I'll leave before the day you let me go
Leave so you will have this lasting impression of who you thought I was before I ruin it with who I truly am
I need you to remember me as someone I'll never be
Because if you found out who I really was, I would have never felt a love like what you've shown me.
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