"The dealer cheated!"
You cry to deaf ears
Or at least, ears that need some aid
"The game makers should've by now retreated,
You will keep in mind my tears
When you pay for what I paid."
Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that
It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack
The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like a fool
And you'll simply stand there as if you are their mule
When you display bare minimum poise
Do not expect the public to kneel, preen, they'll reciprocate
To them you will only be nuisance, noise
And yes, it will be easy to self-deprecate.
So don't expect to walk into the casino to gamble
Without checking for a place to run
If you're narcissistic, consider this an eerie preamble
You won't get to act high and haughty and shout 'Twenty one!'
Need some solid ground, can’t afford the cement
The view is a bit blurry, need to defragment
Write it all down, and be sure to document
Everything is out of place, I need to find a better arrangement
I’m sitting passenger but the driver is absent
No time to react, need to circumvent
Stop looking into the past to understand the present
Grab the wheel before there’s an accident
Spinning out of control, it’s too late
I dreamt this to be my fate
Thoughts I can’t keep straight
Making it hard to concentrate
I self-sabotage and deprecate
While trying to communicate
Waiting for it all to escalate
Knowing traps are waiting to detonate
I turned to alchemy when nothing else fit
Now I've learned to live with it
I don't think I can ever quit
That's what I have to admit
The king announced he might abdicate,
but first his enemies he would castigate.
He thought slowly and did concentrate
before he sought them to intimidate.
His comely wife he did adulate.
He did not wish to deprecate
her reputation so he did hesitate,
himself or her, to incriminate.
She had no thought to duplicate,
no desire at all to replicate
and he was willing to extricate
himself from the desire to procreate.
His enemies ready to infiltrate,
he sought the wisdom to meditate
on how he might obdurate
and keep his kingdom inviolate.
I want to leave this place
this place of plague dream nights
wrapped in barbed wire
of vacant faces and hot stares
hell white corrupted desires
all lost on a pebble adrift at sea
a fragment of river
a race from gravitations greed
so too is this place
of lost visions and deprecate
pleas nights of false passion
and fevers gilded in iron barbed wire
I want to leave this place
of broken dreams empty heads hot facades
and cold innuendos
hell white in corrupted desires
all adrift in a sea of tyranny.
Adrift within the silence
of emotive reflection,
leads to a moment of
absentmindedness,
tip of his tired tongue
sentimentally sighs her name.
Sudden state of sadness overcomes him -
reality hurts, for his shadow is a reminder
of empty dreams - a timelss void.
Somber spirits self deprecate,
questioning and wondering -
if there is a lost and found in heaven?
His soul battles between smiling and crying.
He knows even the most stunning sunrise,
could not justify her elegance.
Once again his healing heart weeps -
removing his brave face,
revealing his jaded eyes,
because he is not OK
and it seems, maybe,
he is meant to feel this way,
as nothing has really changed.
Silent One
Simple Musing
29 December 2018
More of My Poems Growing
I guess limericks and poems
are the same thing.
On you guess my poems are growing;
Out window them may not be throwing;
Each one do appreciate
To them they did deprecate
My poetry writing is ongoing.
Jim Horn
There. I just wrote three limericks
in 15 minutes. How is that for speed
which I hope you are not trying.
Jim Horn
I have lingered in the shadows of deceit
Where the bonds of love and kindness never meet
I have tasted every tear ever cried
In the face of honesty I have lied
I have let love slowly fade away
And arms stretched out in need I kept at bay
Acts of kindness and forgiving I did deprecate
Links to the past had sealed my fate
And I have cried alone
I have lingered in the shadows of deceit
Where the bonds of love and kindness never meet
I have tasted every tear ever cried
In the face of honesty I have lied
I have let love slowly fade away
And arms stretched out in need I kept at bay
Acts of kindness and forgiving I did deprecate
Links to the past had sealed my fate
And I have cried alone
Soften heart.
With strong emotion of love where your heart like teak wooded softened.
Soften heart.
Keep passion to sooth sweet charms to bend.
Love can invite heart not to disgrace.
Soften heart as passionate.
Love addicts me to attract by any means.
Heart now softens.
With pleasant environment my love is in your heart.
Now love onward can be deposit in your heart so fast.
Do not deprecate.
Cold Breeze flows to your heart.
Now love attached both like dendrite.
Love is now not mortal.
Love is in our heart runs like sorrel.
Saroj khan[sakha]
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It's both risky and in bad taste
to be too open about yourself
to others;
Showing poor judgment, you'll
be looked down on as a nuisance
when secrecy matters;
For it's tempting to blow loud
your own horn and that's nothing
but shameless vanity;
Or feign meekness and deprecate
yourself which is actually
false humility;
You keep friends, especially foes,
guessing by holding all your cards
close to your chest;
Bear in mind: Judicious silence
is where prudence takes refuge,
and is at its best!
I abhor you, I loathe you, I hate you.
I desecrate you, contaminate you, violate you.
I abominate you, detest you, despise you.
I execrate you, denigrate you, deprecate you.
I am you.
Why is it so easy for me
to see the ''good'' in everyone else
ANYONE else.......
but me?
It was brought to my attention
that I quite frequently
self deprecate.
My first response to this was
''Oh my gosh! I am so...stupid! ''
But, then I thought
about my kids.
What am I teaching them
when I put myself down
as I so often do?
Why can't I just accept a compliment?
Instead of saying ''Thank you''
I always try to convince the person
why they should reconsider.
I hear myself.
I tell myself to ''Just shut up! ''
But, I still manage to sound like a fool
listing my many flaws
(just in case they hadn't noticed them) .
I have to stop this.
I need to find a way
to accept praise
and love myself.