The consequences known, foretold for years,
a crushing blow would break the country’s back,
eclipsing the most pessimistic fears,
a devastating night of blackest black…
The zealots would be working ‘round the clock
to mete out punishment to those opposed,
while sheeple, noses pressed to glass, just gawked
’neath red bills lest their faces be exposed.
Impossible as it might seem to most,
the world did spin much like the day before,
though once the quakes were dampened on the coasts,
it tilted to the right a little more.
Go hug your neighbor, whether loss or win;
In four short years, we do it all again!
The heartbreak of teenage love,
Is a pain that feels too much to bear.
The tears that fall like rain above,
The weight of sadness hard to share.
The first love lost, a crushing blow,
A heart shattered into pieces small.
The dreams that once did brightly glow,
Now lost behind a mourning wall.
The pain of teenage heartbreak deep,
A wound that feels like it will never heal.
But though the hurt may cause us weep,
We know that with time it will congeal.
For teenage heartbreak is a part,
Of growing up and learning life.
A lesson learned that's dear to heart,
That even love can bring us strife.
And in the end we'll find the way,
To mend our hearts and love again.
And though it hurts like hell today,
We'll find the strength to rise again.
I for 1
Am all for taking
The next big step up
So long as that next step
Doesn't require anyone
Stepping on or over
Those who 1st helped them take
baby steps
That lead you to the bottom step and
in doing so inspired your desire to climb
at all
Like when after winning a major
tournament achieving said sought
success
The second after you sack that very
coach that got you and set you on
your winning way and path
Then stepping on or over there dreams
is a price worth willing to pay
Rather not a step to far
Because to me that would be a
crushing blow
And the greatest loss or all
Because any victory devoid without
one's friends to compliment and
celebrate with
Is as hollow and as empty as
the heart that is willing to cast's aside
Those who should mean the most
Simply in order to get what they want
"Your oracles depressed
I'm finding rest hard-pressed
Why won't the Lord address
Why I feel so hopeless?
Sorrows and sufferings,
Anguish and loud groanings,
And more to undergo -
Babylon's crushing blow."
"Baruch, I say to you,
Your glory clouds your view.
My judgment has come due.
Be faithful, carry through!
Your life I give as spoil.
New life rewards your toil.
My glory will honor you,
Long after you are through!"
The paraprophet's mess,
Overcome through faithfulness.
In youth I learned to jump
First off steps, then rooftops
Spirit of adventure
Nurtured in the heart of a child
Preschool acrobat twirling on my head
Grandma swatted my bottom
Repeated words like Tomboy
Never learned to be ladylike
Catholic school discipline
Uniforms, religion classes, daily mass
Never satisfied with any accomplishment
Even the nuns called me “perfectionist”
Blessed with storytellers in my family
Dad and sis would send me to dreamland
On the wings of a unicorn
Or Shakespeare’s amazing plays
Family and friends I hold dear
Each has influenced my thinking
I learned to offer support in troubled times
And to thank God every day for special people
Unable to have children
The most crushing blow
Accepted at a young age
But rued for a lifetime
Lover of Jack London, John Steinbeck
From Jack, I found adventure
From John, I learned compassion
Dickinson’s poetry touched my heart
If I can find a way
To make a friend feel joy
Then this is my mission
Comforter, nurturer
November 16, 2020
For Silent One’s “It's a part of me - Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold Poetry Contest.”
I was your bride, stood by your side - now you have lied
I said before; lies I abhor… you told me four
Words get heated, you’d cheated , I feel defeated
Your mum is sad and tells your dad, I’m boiling mad!
That blonde masseur - you’d slept with her, my minds a blur
I see red, you’d defiled our bed … your ego fed
You low life lout I scream and shout - I throw you out
I’ve packed your bag … go to that hag - soon tongues will wag
You’ve got no dough a crushing blow … she says just go!
A home you lack, can you come back - sling your hook Jack!
Keen Observation I Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama
08/17/20
The opposition of love is to hate, for the sake of life for life is to create.only to debate a crushing blow to your everyday life, a moment I the night, for what's life worth, only to sleep like the birth of a child, in a world gone wild. The simmering lives of wives who dispise their husbands, may life stays above them, when love turns tragicly, mysteriously uncommitted, the submission of love has been uninvited, delighted by the nature of life, only to live as plants, only to stand like ants. The proposition of what's inside me is not to be taking forgranted, my life stood slanted, on this planet called earth, for may the sun rise on top of the moon, in a life of hurt. So may I feel pain in the shadows of the darkness, defined by evil, no place to live for life to be equal, the last sequel to surrender to god for life is hard. Only live inside of me, I challenge myself to be, one with dignaty and pride, to be ashamed with everything to hide, only to disgusied, what's deep inside, may live through great tragedy, the anatomy of me, only deep inside may my life is meant to be.
Many times ive questioned my purpose
In my days upon this earth
Its something i have struggled with
From the days since my birth
Ive wandered to and fro in life
Ive seen good fortune pass me by
Ive felt the crushing blow of heartaches
And seen many tears fall from my eyes
Theres times ive made poor choices
Where consequences rendered pain
And regretful hurtful actions
I can never take back again
I can only be honest with my creator
Who knows my true heart inside
And now its in his grace and comfort
Where i now choose to reside
I will never judge another soul
As i have my own flaws to bear
And i have chosen to be forgiving
And to show more love and care.
It matters not how people see me
Or how their words may tear me apart
It only matters that before my God
He sees my truest heart.
Now that my days have come full circle
And i sit and ponder over my past
It is only the things ive done for Christ
That will forever last.
The tears I cried
Locked up inside
When she died
Nowhere to go.
The love I felt
Made my heart melt
Was bitterly dealt
A crushing blow.
These silent tears
Span days and years
Of inner fears
Yet nobody know.
Aug 8/17
D H Loewen
I am what I am, and I can’t change the part of me
That has such a craving for the carcass on the road.
I circle the desert from high above to see what I see.
The guilt I feel in waiting for death is not a heavy load.
I get lots of pleasure in seeing a creature in pain
From the crushing blow of an oncoming car or truck.
I’ll hunt for my food, whether it’s in the sun or the rain.
There’s a lot of skill involved and hardly any luck.
I’m great at what I do, and some may think I’m vain,
But it’s just jealousy that drives them to think that way.
I really have no enemies, because that would be insane.
It’s an honor to be my meal, and the price that some must pay.
I swoop down from the sky ignoring all of my fears,
And eat my lunch in the road until I get my fill.
As I think back on my life and what I’ve done through the years,
I look up and I become what I eat…ROAD KILL!
What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.
Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality
I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality
…you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!
Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity
You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity
I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical
fatality
(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)
Terry's Death
Terry's death was a crushing blow
One we loved and closely did know
Hear at home he had died
And his family cried and cried
Party for him we should throw.
That was what they did for Terry
today. They had a service followed
by a wake. Jim Horn
Trump Elevetation to Popularity
Trump popularity is extraordinary
Draws those of low income and ordinary
And what we never know
Who next on will throw a crushing blow
Attitude between ist's and ism's does vary.
This includes all ism's except realism
and catechism. Jim Horn
I don't love you anymore
But I don't love you any less
Thanks to Judy Konos
She still longs for my caress
When I first read her words
I literally burst into tears
Seemed like such a crushing blow
I downed a keg of beer
But when I read the rest of the phrase
I was suddenly okay again
She's a real sweetie, this Judy Konos
To put it simply, she's a gem
Love her humour, my kind of gal
Sorry I don't love you anymore
But sweetie, I don't love you any less
Our friendship can't be ignored
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dedicated to my dear friend, Judy Konos
Note: This is fiction, but, sadly, many first wives get dumped for younger women.
He says he loves her . . .
With senses reeling
and edges blurred,
I'm frozen in shock, unable to pull
my heart from under the knife.
I've loved him from childhood.
My purpose, my identity,
my very self, effaced
by him, our two sons
and one daughter.
Everything I've known
sliced away in one crushing blow -
three spoken words.
He says he loves her.
cfa © 2/4/2010
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