Having tasted substance abuse,
today in truth,
many of the young
are wasted in their youth.
But 'God damn' only the pusher
you didn't oughta
as, without the doer,
the dealer, he'd be dead in the water.
One and the same, they're both to blame,
as off each other they will feed,
the former for avarice, a.k.a., greed,
the latter for a misconceived need...
if not to allay his fears,
but cede to the pressure of his peers.
If only my life I could live over again
and the years unfold in my daily scuffle,
as at the thought of growing old,
I recoil from this mortal shuffle.
With apologies to; George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950) and William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
i'm dead in the water
floating like a lotus
around me fishes are gather
a big fat frog jumps
splashing the water
wokes me from my dream
escuze me, he said,
i respound: dosen't metter,
without my dragon-fly
i'm dead in the water
Simon says Trump is dead in the water
Perhaps keep his mouth shut, yes, he oughter
Fade into distant past
For peace we need at last
Perhaps he has a sensible daughter!
Written November 19, 2022
10/10/6/6/10
Don't know if any man,
flawed and sorry as we can only be.
Can meet the expectations of a woman,
who can truly see.
That word love,
the ultimate mystery,
must be the salvation and the key.
If both hearts aren't receptive,
and healed from transgressions of the past,
no chance for the strong winds of love,
to fill the sails on the mast.
The vessel of two,
now dead in the water,
direction lost.
Both thinking they will rescued,
by others, only by luck will be certainty.
Not realizing, rowing together,
they can tame the sea.
narcissus, the pond
across the surface ripples
disillusionment
dead in the water, floating
not so koi now, bloated carp
by gail
If I was not my self
And you were someone else
I'd say so much to you
And I'd tell you the truth
Of as to whom I am
And as to who I want to be
I'm dead in the water
Can't you see?
I'm stuck at the bottom of the
ocean
No one can get to me
Unless they try
Unless they figure out how
To lure me out
I stay hidden
Unfound by you
I'd tell you my life story
If you'd listen
I'd give you my heart
If you'd take it
But there's no point in trying
Because it seems to me
You don't really care
You have your own future
And as do I
Our lives will never enter twine
As you push me away
You may not see it
But it's all I see
coming in like a tidal wave over the knoll
they do not ask if the time is right to tear up your life into
miniscule pieces
(broken like a pane of glass slamming down on cement, having fallen from a few stories up)---
instead they visit when you think life has finally brought you
peace---
they infest, like termites burrowed in a once thought
old & comfy house,
they sear like burn wounds &
they stick around for what seems like an
eon---
yet,
like with everything,
there is a way to turn the tables,
a way to spit on these dark times,
a way to thump these storms with a 2 x 4
until they are dead in the water.
laugh when they come,
laugh in spite of them &
laugh even louder
when they leave---
better to surf the wave than to drown in it.
go to dine
start with a little wine
present her your own natural self
Compliments are a sure way to keep off the shelf
never speak of money or your personal wealth
stay focused and see ways to relate
order food sure to sate
good first date
~//~
a stitch made in time
in the course of do and don’ts
is said to save nine
you are more well off to plan
than caught dead in the water
~//~
Better to always have thoughts benign.
Better to always meet at least as friends.
There is no awkward making of amends.
Quickly conjuring excuses for evil design
It’s good not to imbibe in verbal decline.
The reasons just don’t justify the ends.
Better to always have thoughts benign
Better to always meet at least as friends.
I’m embarrassed to have my words malign.
So I try to say nothing which might offend.
That’s a good thing, I don’t have to pretend,
when I’m falsely accused of verbal brine.
Better to always have thoughts benign.
© Oct 20 2010 Charles Henderson 3 rd
in Jared's Trois, Tanka, Rondel contest
All the animals are annilated,
Brown bears burnt,
Cozy cats crunched,
Dirty dogs dumbed on the ground,
Easy flying eagles gone with the greatest of ease,
Flying fish have been fried,
Giant gators all gone,
Humans hung by their hair,
Imperial moths import no more infections,
Jumping jackals fall on jagged rocks,
Kicking kangaroos kissed good-bye,
Lazy lounging llamas lie in the desert,
More and more mammals are massacred,
Neither cougar nor lion are alive now,
Only ocean creatures made it out,
Popping peasants plundered,
Questions, qoutes and quotasall made by kittle survivors,
Romping rhinos found dead in round ponds,
Swimming sharks swam no more,
Talking parrots tell no more tales,
Umbrella birds live unbeknowst to us,
Violent visions seen of eviserated venecin,
Walking walrus's lied dead in the water,
eXtraterrestials excited by the mass executions,
Yelping young yelp no longer,
Zooming zebras zig and zag no more.
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