Sitting there posted
Looking down to the floor
Thinking bout the most and
How there is no more
It was all a waste and
So there will be no more
Stay where it stands
That's what it's there for
Manipulating demands
Wont be met no more
Couldn't do it first hand
Anyways . . . .so what for ?
Took the dealt out hand
And walked out the door
Probably what was planned
Maybe what's in store
Saw heaven and ran
So the chance . . . No more
Now the devils biggest fan
How much will he pay for
The soul of a son of man
If he wants to buy more
That is now the plan
To Find the devil once more
And to hold out the hand
That hold the soul of a whore
How much will he pay and
Will he need it any more?
Categories:
dealt out, hurt, writing,
Form: Free verse
Essondale, the Riverview
Was designed to be a place of mental wellness, a safe haven,
where hospital patients could sit under a tree and watch a raven
at play, never having to think of what the First Nations lost,
nor just how much the toll, to their healing grounds, it cost.
This healing place, once dealt out such horror, untold abuse.
Not the design of the visionaries, not meant to be its use.
The government shut it down for so many a wasted year.
Thousands of patients, put out on the streets, living in fear
as drug pushers fill their veins with poisons of the day.
Our governments indifference, leaves them no place to stay.
Now the government wants to sell off two thirds of the land
leaving one third of what remains in mental health’s hand
Cities, groups, citizens voices, the government does not hear.
As time approaches, were money in their greedy hand is near.
B. J. “ A ” 2
March 1st 2017
Categories:
dealt out, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme
YES, inspired but not suited for the Contest
I was wondering, if one day
I would be
In a place that would
Be good for me
A life full of riches and of fame
And everyone would know my name
So I went see a psychic
In our town
As I walked in
She said "please sit down"
Then dealt out some cards, one by one
Then said to me "Your life's just begun"
She told me of my pasted
And wasteful days
Living life like I was
In a haze
But then she said "that's behind you now"
Then pointed to a card, That'll show me how
So I took the card
and tied it to a string
Hung it from a pole
and watched it swing
This motivational has done the trick
Now I have......... a tarot on a stick
Categories:
dealt out, desire, funny, future, humor,
Form: Rhyme
COUSIN JULIA
Cousin Julia came to tea
Sat aloof from our group of three
Wanted no cake, crumpet or cheese
Only weak tea, and black, please.
Tall and rather pinched in looks
With a pointed nose for looking in books
Never did her pale green eyes
Betray even the slightest surprise
At our conversation’s turn of phrase
About childhood and byegone days
Or when I doubled her four-clubber
And practically handed her the rubber
The tedious afternoon drew to a close
And Julia continued to look down her nose
At all our silly conversation trivial
And did little to be convivial
Soon we felt like a walk on the strand
And we dealt out the last hand
My partner took it to four no-trump
And Julia snorted as she would, the frump
The rubber was lost again
So we went out in the wind and rain
And the strand seemed endless ahead of us
Till she finally boarded her homeward bus.
Categories:
dealt out, people,
Form: Couplet
la beauté du chaos
when the ant farm is shaken---
when there’s a fire in the theatre
when there’s word of an epidemic
when there’s been a car accident
when there’s been a fight in the parking lot
when a plane has just crashed
when a storm hits
when the electricity goes out for blocks
when the dogs break their leashes & go to find their prospective owners
when the prison doors are broken
when the pitchforks & torches come
when the glass is shattered & the pieces are dealt out for maiming
when the soldiers go AWOL
when the bank is robbed
when the businessman is attacked & mugged in an alley
when the mall is looted
when the streets are filled with rioters
when the plague takes its toll
when the rivers overflow
when the dynamite blows
when the guns go off repeatedly
when the switchblades are pulled
when the teeth are gnashed
when the screams amplify
when the lies try to overshadow the pure horror & genuine panic
when the heart beats faster than it ever has before
when the sweat pours & the jittery nerves shudder
when all that people call “faith” is lost.
Categories:
dealt out, life,
Form: Free verse
I’ve reached the age where happiness
Is dealt out in small measure,
Where waking with no aches or pains
Is on rare morns a pleasure.
A joy to me of this year was
I had no big crises of health.
I had enough to pay my keep,
No major worries over wealth.
I had no tragic loss this year
As happened in the year before.
All my loved ones are doing well.
A great-grandma can't ask for more.
Another year in my own home,
Surrounded by the things I love.
My old car still chugs along
And very seldom needs a shove.
I found my name in the top ten
Often enough to bring a glow
And the confidence to try again.
These contests make the black ink flow.
I’ve had a year of great content.
I leave the highs for younger folk,
As long as I have eyes to see
And ears to hear a well told joke.
Dec. 21, 2010
Fro Royal's contest won 3rd
Categories:
dealt out, happiness
Form: Rhyme
It does me good to see you suffer
Shatter like a porcelain doll
After all the lies, the hatred
I'm ready to get my full reward
Revenge
Without even lifting a finger
You reap what you sow
And you're about to find
You never dealt out compassion
Categories:
dealt out, confusion, life, teen,
Form: I do not know?