here is what God sent
should always pray and repent
what dream may have meant
should hear sea gull screech
waves have been beating on beach
Trump have to impeach
will write horn haiku
was great and one of the few
poem on grew and grew
If I with my brown skin
Had sinned with powerful men
Would I be crazy
To have dreams of a First Lady
Could I be splashed naked
Across *********** pages
Break up a happy home
And still be deemed worthy of throne
Would my sins be unique
And awards that win me
Peace and prosperity finest things
That too my parents get American dreams
Would I get a pass
Because I gave up some ***
And had a few laughs
Despite my less perfect past
Hmmm imagine that
What do I eat
The same things on repeat
What to do
Should I have a strew?
What should I pursue
What will it ensue
Nothing seems to change
Its all so strange
I even complain
Always the same
The weather changes
Talking to strangers
Sometimes it can help
Confusion I've been dealt
I have an idea
It's all so unfair
I'll keep plugging along
Maybe sing a song!
The unimaginable is found
The ordinary is lost
Connected we disconnect
Mysterious hoods knocked
A parallel dimension is unknowingly turned
Knowledge may be dumped
Or something may be learnt
Lazily we lay
Or studiously we work
We never know its face
Social media is one weird place
The rays falling on me,It is confusing; for some people, it is burning.For some, it highlights my flaws.But the perception is that, for me, the confusion of statements is just like pebbles and stones falling in or on the sea.Like the sea, the flow of me will never be burned by the rays; it just can stimulate my strength.
The flaws and burning are part of a person's life. For those who are just involved in creating trauma for others, that lesson is wrong that they have learnt.
Goes with someone but leaves alone, he lives in denial but hopes for a sweet alright, dreams have stopped he burns the midnight oil, afraid to sleep consciously he chases the dawn, he smiles and hides, slides his hand collects his bite and leaves everything behind.
She is thankful she is wise, pretends to be nice sometimes her smile suffices otherwise swings on an extended olive branch to make amends on her side, the glint in her eyes staring at the fork in the road she chooses to walk alone in broad daylight, leaves a message, all good in hindsight.
Love is confusing.
Let me explain
The experience is lacking and
It only brings pain
Let me explain
The idea sounds amazing but really
It only brings pain and
Confusion
The idea sounds amazing but really
It's hard, the
Confusion
Leaves everybody on their guard
It's hard
The experience is lacking and
Leaves everybody on their guard
So in conclusion,
Love is confusing.
I know this isn't technically a Pantoum but it mostly follows the rules.
I sit here before you
one might say in boredom, but I think that it’s defeat.
I wonder if I will be taken
to find answers for survival, or to a peaceful sleep.
Should I question my actions?
Ask where I’m going from this point on?
Or should I just remain defeated
as one who’s never won?
I want to hold you in the morning
without guilt and with no shame.
I want to lie there beside you
so as to break the patterns of this game.
Will you change my inner being?
Touch me with your soul?
Let me hold your body close to me
and erase from existence a side of myself that I behold?
Tell me if my questions, my wants, and all my hopes
give solace to the existence, that this my body holds.
Tell me if I’m foolish, looking for that which might never be attained
as I sit here feeling broken, in my state of consciousness and pain.
In my mind I search for freedom
from the shackles that I wear.
But it is often through your existence
that I find the love and care.
I want to hold you in the morning
without guilt and with no shame.
I want to lie there beside you
so as to break through the cobwebs of my mind’s confusing game.
He bought a product against hemorrhoids at the pharmacy
The word alone can do many people wrinkle their noses
Product information :
"Should be inserted approximately 3 cm up into the rectum
Keep out of reach of children"
(.... 3 cm up in the a#s, children have impossible access)
Suppository should be stored in the refrigerator "
In the fridge ... he became very confused
20/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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This actual poet writes me silly poems.
He's there and I can't explain it.
A lifetime of experience and things lived I only imagine
and this actual, famous, poet writes me silly poems.
I wonder why me?? Why is he wasting time with me?
This sapient, hopelessly encouraging, ego-boosting poet
who writes me silly poems.
It's confusing.
My mind paints countless canvases of doubt,
like our connection is fragile tissue, perishable suds.
Surely one day I will find him bored and gone.
This actual, famous poet that writes me silly poems.
The task master walked into the room of hopeful job applicants.
All the blacks over there, he said, pointing. No one moved.
All the whites over there, he said, pointing. No one moved.
All the people with hair and skin and teeth over here, he said.
They all came forward.
The task master stared at them. Do you not category yourself? He asked.
His voice was loud and mean.
The applicants stared at him.
I have to know who you think you are, he said.
We are Americans, one said.
We are spiritual beings another said.
So he knew he had been outsmarted, and he categorized them a different way.
All of you with April birthdays over there.
Two moved.
All of you with the number nineteen in your birthday over there.
Everybody else moved over there.
This was not helpful.
How in the world do others label people? He wondered.
At this rate they were never going to get started with the training.
I have an idea, someone said to him.
Why divide us at all? Why not just train us?
This made him mad, because he was in charge here.
So he dismissed that smart ass and trained the others.
I walk into the room,
I pull up my chair,
I keep my bag,
Then I go out. No one noticed.
I walk around the building,
I talk with people,
I smile at little girls,
And whistle to the birds. Then I go back.
I walk into the room, and everyone notice,
They nod, and I go to my chair.
They saw it, but they half smile.
There was someone else in my seat.
She smiled,
Looking for my bag from the corner of her eye.
But she didn’t move.
So I pick up my bag, and move out.
21/10/2018
It astounded me when my husband felt
no pain when he had his first heart attack,
but bumps his toes and I learn an array
of words in high tone that takes me aback.
It's innate when my dog does a ditty
chasing a kitty in a speeding match,
but when he confronts it he wants to play.
Kitty hisses and draws it’s claws to scratch.
My son's sense of humor was decidedly quirky;
they all pushed and gave each other encouragement
I never knew what to expect from my turkeys.
Their poor wife’s now face the embarrassing moments.
7/4/2018
A new day has dawned, the clocks have changed
An extra hour sleep, but my body found it strange
Still on daylight savings time
Confused this wee mind of mine
Why not leave it alone, it confuses people's brains
You never said anything to me
but u always seem distracted
When I’m around
Yet u said I’m nothing to you
You never seem to be happy
But u always have a ackward simile
When I’m around
Yet u said I’m nothing to you
You never seem pleasant
But u always ask me to heng out
When u see me
Yet u said I’m nothing to you
You always seem busy
But u always have time for me
When I see you
Yet you said I’m nothing to you
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