Betrothed to your hollow headlines written in the speech bubbles on my phone screen
Enough is enough when I discover that I want a hologram of you, laying next to me
The build up breaks me down like crumbling bricks turned to dust at your feet
The reason I stay is only connected to the reason I came in the first place
Written with jets in the sky over America for every wandering eye to see
Or engraved in secret code, purely meant just for you and me
I’m torn between the alternate option of you only loving me for a piece
The life I chose to lead, running after the uncertain aftermath of you reaching for me
Words hold either all my thoughts, or have no meaning at all
How you chose to perceive my actions, is what controls the fall
And when it ends, with time as the main contributor to our lives
A longing script inside my mind that goes internalized
Everything dies by our sides
Everything fades in our graves
All of the life goes back to the soil
For death is the finish line
I watched the peaceful cattle stroll
around the pleasant field.
We gain from them both food and milk,
such benefits they yield.
However, when they eat the grass,
they digest all that stuff.
The gas produced from peaceful cows,
makes air a little rough.
But what about that lowly bug,
with termite as his name?
What he can do, with little help
can change the breathing game.
He gobbles up the wood and grass,
and does his worldly part.
Wet tears roll down my glist’ning cheeks
when I hear termites fart.
They pump their methane in the air,
not ending once it starts.
And all the people hang their heads,
whene’er the termite farts.
Termites are a major contributor of methane and CO2 into the atmosphere.
Dull shackles
An accessory to a crime
Worn out from repeated abuse
Of oppression for profit, for personal gain
The cracking of a whip
A contributor to paralysis
The inability to move
Petrified by the sight and sound
In chains, continuing to till the ground
After a thousand lashes
Many of us will have chosen
To become obedient
Begging and pleading
Or left to die bleeding
Next of kin
Release the pin
As I melt into the floor
Unconsciously aware of time
A common courtesy
Segregation for two kinds of people
Simply put, me and you
Separated by pigment, but bound by race
I ask for forgiveness for all of this hate
Written By: D. Collins 7/31/22
I am in awe of what you turned out to be.
And how God, let such a person come from me?
With that, I have no problem pinning stars on my chest.
In being a contributor in producing one of the best.
Through tough times, you've shown you have tough skin.
The kind of strong woman any man would love to call kin.
I am thoroughly impressed by the woman you've grown up to be.
It gives me such pleasure to know you grew from my seed.
Respect should be given while you're living period and a dot.
You are getting that from me, as your only surviving, OG Pop.
If God calls for me and my day increasingly grows near.
Every tear I've cried for you, are only Happy Tears.
CHRISTIAN
Concern,compassion,comfort
CHARITY !
Commitment,consensus,concord
COMMUNITY !
Comunion,converse,counsel
CONNECTIONS !
Constant,candid,confession
CREED !
Conviction,contentment,completeness
CARPUS !
Contributor,curative,crusading
CHARISMA !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !
NOTE:Poets call attention to certain words in a line of poetry by using alliteration to create a pleasant, rhythmic effect.
adding to the mood of a poem repeating soft, melodious sounds.
Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw
Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law
Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation
Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station
Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance
Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance
Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon
Lacking exposure conjures warped projection
Attonement can't be granted during darkness
Confessions sparkle once in white starkness
Killing accountability in murky private mind
Proliferating hatred sees old harm magnified
Asperity of sins committed stew in torpid trench
Years of historic plot twist regale harsh revenge
Bulged breeding dim ideas seethe evil scheme
Attack mapped by movie shock putrid scenes
Creeping balaclava covered crow bar at chest
Knavish initiation repaid with blood reaps debt
24th August 2021
Written for Contest : The Colour Black
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
CHRISTIAN
Concern,compassion,comfort
CHARITY !
Commitment,consensus,concord
COMMUNITY !
Comunion,converse,counsel
CONNECTIONS !
Constant,candid,confession
CREED !
Conviction,contentment,completeness
CARPUS !
Contributor,curative,crusading
CHARISMA !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !
Biological matrescence;
Matrescence;
Biological genetic;
Contributor adoptive;
Volunteer surrogate;
Endearing caring maternal Terms of Endearment;
Mom,
Mama
Mommy, mom, mum,
Mumsy,
Ma,
Mamacita-mommy
~
Matrescence
5/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Corruption was pretty heavy
The wool market well controlled
Black sheep was a union contributor
That's the story, or so I am told
One bale was sent to the secretary
One bale, his wife on the side
It was better to grease the bosses palms
than see his business slide
One bale was sent to the delegate
The man who controlled the shop floor
His suppression on workers unrest and stuff
Allowed Blacks sales to soar
Money greases the wheels of Industry
William Hancock
24.Aug.2011
2227Z
Are You a Contributor?
By Franklin Price
8/5/2019
Are you a contributor, in this world in which we live?
Are you doing good or bad, with what you have to give?
Not all about the money, but also the attitude
When you contribute your opinion, are you considerate or rude?
You may think that your opinion is the truth and is the best
You got it from the internet, and, for you, it passed the test.
Or watched it on the TV, from CNN, or maybe Fox
Uncorroborated info, puts you, the finder, in a box
Whether money or opinion, to contribute, you can lose
Being wise or being foolish, either way, is yours to choose
Seek the truth, and not the spin, when deciding on the side
And do so very carefully, or you'll be taken for a ride
The Earth is in upheaval, both with nature and with man
Of the way we work together, I am really not a fan
The internet and TV and their spins have set the pace
Political opinions, not the truth, now leads the race
In the very same emotion that's broken my heart.
I have found smile in the replacement of grief.
Of all things pretty.
Your smile is still one that heals all pain.
As the moment currently stands.
To fully understand your opinion.
For the moment I am open & free.
Perhaps more than I have ever been.
Your smile being saving grace.
The wind against my face in a moment of stillness.
In the very same emotion. Your smile the most beautiful scar I'd ever remember.
Not at all ugly or painful reminder.
But a time I forgave.
Her smile the biggest contributor
Poetry Soup
It’s a bit like stone soup
Remember? that old
story of famine
where everyone brings
a parcel of whatever they have
and throws it in.
PoetrySoup offers a banquet
for every taste.
Each contributor partakes
each taste is unique
yet all are fed.
No one leaves hungry.
full-fledged member
of the inner cycle that
exists within the realm
of the internal world
without exceptions to the rule
should have remained a valid
contributor sited amongst
the valued counsel members
instead of being ostracized and
extradited from all future encounters
CHRISTIAN
Concern,compassion,comfort
CHARITY !
Commitment,consensus,concord
COMMUNITY !
Comunion,converse,counsel
CONNECTIONS !
Constant,candid,confession
CREED !
Conviction,contentment,completeness
CARPUS !
Contributor,curative,crusading
CHARISMA !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !
re post inspired by Constance lates contest
After dad's Sunday softball games,
us kids would run the bases.
Then we'd skip over to the River Inn Tavern.
Players would gather in small sweaty clumps.
Guzzling life
Playing pool
Devouring cold cuts
Rehashing the scent of the game
The dirt on their uniforms,
the state of a blue collared art.
I collected bottle caps in those days.
Had a secret agreement with "Chops."
The coach and tavern owner.
Every time the cash register rang.
The richer him and I became.
Big George was the first basemen.
Power hitter and power drinker.
He was by far. the biggest contributor to my collection.
My favorite bottle cap was a Genesse Cream Ale.
It was a pretty pale green.
Reminded me of a quiet mountain lake.
or the eyes of the little blonde a few houses down.
Many bottle caps later we would leave the River Inn Tavern.
Dads heart brimming with dirt and diamond.
My pockets jingling with tiny mountain lakes.
Both of us stinking of beer and bargain cigarettes.
That was a million Sundays ago,
Chops, Big George and my bottle cap collection are gone.
My father is on deck.
Don't know what became of the little blonde.
Who lived a few houses down from my heart.
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