I travelled far to cast my vote,
carrying the weight of life with me.
By evening, I watched the news
my country had built a mighty weapon.
Missiles, aircraft, fire
I felt proud of our strength.
Then I stepped into my garden.
The leaves still held
the morning's dew.
A flower still carried
the last light of the sun.
I watered the plants.
The sky roared.
Aircraft crossed it like birds,
but instead of flowers,
they dropped death.
My garden turned red.
One white flower remained,
a single drop of blood
resting on its petal.
I looked at the sky.
Who won the war?
Who lost it?
The sky stayed silent.
The earth answered in blood.
I gave my vote for my country,
and felt proud of its strength.
But when will we win
the greatest war of all
the war for a world
where a child's white flower
never carries the stain of blood?
Life is hard, it
Gives us depth, and
From the depth, comes
Our gentleness.
A contradiction in terms
strange as it may seem
the strawberry is not a berry
tho' does go well with cream
and you may stop along the way
to smell them in the rose family
as botanically-speaking
it's a fruit actually
with seeds on the outside
suck it and see
pick one or two perhaps pluck a few
to make jam on scones for tea
A smirk ghosts
by torn lips
razored puce
and throbbing wild
to fire a fusillade
of mortar murmurs
armed with fangs
honed in cauldrons
belching molten words
to palsy the gainsay
of jesters
who scarify and behead
bliss.
I'm vain.
I thought myself as great but then,
What of all the disdain?
They are saying different truths than what I believe to be true,
What does that mean?
Your truth burn away my flesh, burn up my soul.
Nobody matters to me anymore
Forgive me, I've become a heartless ghoul.
He always tends to say he doesn't care,
But I let him ramble his woes into the air.
Since we met, he tries keeping composure,
Til he let his emotions have more exposure.
I loved his cool, rational side so instantly,
Though he'd at times respond frustratingly.
He is quite the modest, honest character,
But he is like me: an eccentric, but cleverer.
I finally found out more of his true nature:
He is so loving, profound, wise, and mature,
But ready to cross lines which are blurred.
I admire how he talks when he feels stirred.
In love with this man also of contradiction:
He is a mirror of my own dual disposition.
Him opening up makes me lose my tension,
His everything is worthy of all my devotion.
Though our love feels so timeless,
There is never enough time spent.
Though you promise our love is endless,
I question it 'cause of who came and went.
Though my heart is big and wide open,
I also bottle up worries of if we'll ever end.
Though I always welcome you to my den,
I'm unsure if you approve, even as a friend.
Though I am always happy with you here,
Sometimes on the phone I'm easily upset.
Though I will reassure you and make it clear,
At times I need you to see thru empty threat.
Though I'm a woman with a unique mind,
My inner voice is both my heroine and critic.
Though I'm a woman who can be so kind,
Never take for granted how I am lovesick.
I see the wind
And hear the sun
And when it hurts
I have such fun
I know not when
But the where is sure
The reasons are clear
Though fully obscure
Thoughts I suffer
The long night through
Bring such comfort
How is this true
Confusion reigns
Within thoughts clear
And peace so far
And yet so near
I can feel it
Though I’m completely numb
My mind subtracts
To find the sum
The answers are certain
The questions unclear
How much longer
Must I
remain here
I didn’t ask you to come.
You came anyway--
like sympathy could scrub
the blood off my breath.
Don’t you see?
My grief is mine.
You’re holding tissues
like they matter.
You’re speaking
like you understand.
You don’t.
Not the burn. Not the echo.
Let me fall.
Let me break and
crawl through it--
I need the splinters
to feel like proof
that I was touched at all.
And yet,
if you leave now
I will hate you
more
than I already hate
everything else.
The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I help you with your assignments?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I get mad over you for silly reasons?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I want to bully you and enjoy it?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I get possessive when you have a conversation with others?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why your sadness makes me sad?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why your happiness makes me happy?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I feel happy when you approach me?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I always want to be there for u?
Now let me ask you
Do I really don't like you?
A question eats my soul
Everything is relative
Or is everything of absolutes?
Because everything is together
If happiness or sadness are transitory.
In the passing of the hot time of love, it should be heal?
If only and only alone
Relativity is absolute
so me
Why should there be sadness?
Because everything, even sadness is relative!
I know that my love for you is absolute
And
The sadness of your distance may seem relative
But there is relativity that is absolute.
It means it is always
truly why?
This is an obvious contradiction!?
That's why I'm crazy
My laughing is transitory and temporary
The sad of my love is more always .why?
Vile instrument of death and shame
on which Christ hung taking our blame.
His death purchased eternal life
for those ensnared by sin and strife.
Like Moses’ serpent on a pole
those doomed to die from death He stole.
That which was once a source of shame
is now acclaimed in Jesus’ name.
Hanging between two taunting thieves
His words caused two men to believe
the one hanging upon the cross
was not a man but heaven’s boss.
To those who sat in Judgement’s seat
the cross signaled Christ’s sure defeat
but for those who now bear His name
their Savior’s love shines forth aflame.
The symbol of salvation sweet
love’s evidence, like mercy seat
a cruel cross contrived of wood
adorned by Christ, now stands for good.
The cross reveals God’s justice true
Christ paid sin’s price for me and you.
Through dying there He broke sin’s chain
so, one day we with Him will reign.
O wondrous cross upon your frame
the Lord my substitute became.
A sign of love you’ll always be
The love of God, the One in three.
There’s a kitty I have that is white.
When I pet him, he purrs with delight.
Then directly he goes
with his mouth to my nose
and with tiny sharp teeth gives a bite!
Nov 5, 2022
For Tania Kitchin's A Funny Limerick - Make Me Laugh Poetry Contest
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To be rubbed, as people dive into the hub-bub at the
Shop restaurant golf club or pub, has something been
Forgotten? that prior was reported ; of ad-nausem top
To bottom, covid nineteen! prevelant on radio TV screen
Of an era with the Queen, remember; don't go getting it '
Is it still on the scene.? Or is just I'm confusing it with
The prevelance of reports on the dying of a queen?
Of course you will not catch it.' Socially if you mourn
The British Queen.! I mean how could a dose of covid
Ever so tasteless be regarded important; next to the wake
Of the reigning queen? So go, out to the highway and
Gather on the strand; wave your flags don black cry on
Others shoulders, in some anti-quarrantine.' And how '
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