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Byard, A Very Peculiar Name

A peculiar middle name, all my life I've been burdened with
Twas “Byard”, that's even worse than “Archibald” or “Biff”
What were Ma and Pa thinking
This name is still stinking
My name of Jack saved the day and made a big diff!

Uncertainty

Looking back, while looking forward
Am I really sate to go
Backwards, when I’m going onward
Pacing fast and sometime slow
One road ends, then goes another
Same exactly as the old 
Where to go to, moving further
Do I really have a goal
Maybe I’m amnesiac 
Partly this explains my doubts
If the memory I lack
Sends me back to same old grounds
How come that I feel uncertain
Within this unconscious drift 
Pull down, or pull back the curtain
Either way makes no big diff.

Statistical Hiccup

"Statistical Hiccup"


It takes 
Me one 

Hour to 

Walk from 
My house to 

The bar but

It takes 
Me 2

Times longer to 

Walk back 
Home 
&

To

Me that 
Is a stag

Grring 
Diff
Er

Ence

Palms Peas and Protea

The palms, the peas, the protea too
Showing up the lilies and iris ever blue.
The gourds and the daisies growing so fine.
Nothing outshines fungi which walks a clear cut line.
Tens of thousands of plant species
Growing more readily with help of feces.
From bulbs or seeds, makes no diff,
Cover the ground in a giant jiff.

The Nebula Space Capsule

I SPEAK THEE AS IGNORANT
AND AM PROUD TO SAY WHY.
HE SHUDDED HIS SHOULDERS AND LOOKED
TOWARD THE GROUND,
I SPEAK THEE AS IGNORANT, THAT YOU ALLOW
WORDS TO RILE YOU INTO ANGER
THAT SUCH PUT YOU BENEATH ME AND
SPEAK AS YOU ARE MY EQUAL: YET
WHEN SUCH IS SPOKEN YOU ARE MADE MAD
AS IT IS SCRIPTED FOR PERFORMANCE.

HE LOOKED AT HER AND SAID
THAN I MUST OBEY YOUR WORDS
AS YOU ARE AS EQUAL IGNORANT AS I.
THAT YOU SPEAK THRU THE TONGUE OF MY
BROTHER, AND STAND IN THE WAYS OF
THOSE WHO WISH TO BE RESPECTED.
YOUR WORDS COME THRU ANGER
BUT WHAT YOU WISH IS SOMETHING 
UNPROVEN AND WRONG
AND IF I'M TO DO SUCH, YOU WILL 
SPEAK ME AGAIN
AS IGNORANT.
THE WAYS TO DO SO HAS BEEN PROVEN
THE DIFF FRO MORE DESCRIBES THESE THIS
AS WAYS OF DIFFERANCE, TASK
 THAT HAVE BEEN
CHORED FOR REPAIR, 
MIGHT THE WAYS OF DO-DONE FOO
BE THE WAYS OF OUR DOING
THAN I SHALL NOT BE SEEN AS IGNORANT!

TRHAN SHE SPOKE, AND THAN I WILL BE SEEN
AS SOME WHO-DONE- LOVER OF YOUR KIND
I THINK NOT MISTER DUMMYBOY !
FIX THE THING LIKE I ANT
AND TAKE YOUR A$S AWAY FROM ME.

Autism

Honorable Friends/Brothers/Sisters & Learned Judges,
Today, I am feeling much privileged to be the part of wonderful anthology of poems on "#Autism Awareness", featuring the work of 39 other prominent poets"

Here, I would like to request you all to read my Poem no. # 23 (The topic of my poem is '#Autism') on the below mentioned link:-

http://differenttruths.com/…/an-anthology-of-poems-on-auti…/

Please Vote it if you admire my work.

I am grateful to dear Arindam Roy Sir, dear Anumita Chatterjee Roy Madam, The Guest Editor dear Luz María López Madam along with the entire team members of Diff Truths ,

https://www.facebook.com/137719753252733/photos/409772909380748/

for including my poem for the sake of such a noble cause.

With Regards,

Durgesh Verma
durgeshdscl@gmail.com

It Isn'T Over

it isn't over
it isn't over till the fat lady sings 
so they say. 
but i does it really go on? 
does the game stop because someone sings. 
next week the same game diff. team. 
next season same game same team 
when does the fat lady sing. 
who knows

Byard, a Real Peculiar Name

A peculiar middle name, all my life I've been burdened with
Twas “Byard”, that's even worse than “Archibald” or “Biff”
What were Ma and Pa thinking
They must have been drinking
My nickname of Jack saved the day and made a big diff!


© Jack Ellison 2015

The Only 1

As i thought i was ur only 1  and it came to be i thought wrong .Thats the reason i wrote this song.   Baby girl u ment  the world to me im  not  playing with the words im saying. But as we layed to bed cuttleing  kissing eachothers head.I tell  u im done! meaning  u need to get gone. theres no room  for the wrong as i had a  vission  became true. also came to be proven and got my mind all shooken.  but u play me day  after day faking  the loveing. As i finly came to  see  and killed the blind sideing. but i come to find u in bed with  diff man then me.  all i can say is I'm not letting that  stay happening.do to that   but yet u tell me just lay back   don't think of it as  a back stab   which killed all my feeling towrds u.  as i screamed yelled  and came to realizeing  u  never thought i'd really  come to be leaveing u but. Cuz baby i figured u thought i was playing But nope  i walk soild a stress free. with no worry's of my loved 1 to cheat on me  and caz my heart vanes to bleed loosely. and un controbly   so u need to back  up off me with the touching and loveing .   make it stop

Some Dogs

Some dogs wait to choose their spot;
They circle and they sniff.
Others simply stop and squat,
Like saying, “What’s the diff?

My master picks up dusk or dawn
No matter where my pile is,
So I can go on path or lawn,
‘Cause that’s just what my style is.”

The fussy ones, though, have their pride
And, using all their senses,
They find the perfect place outside,
Despite the consequences.

I wonder how each pooch decides
Just where he feels like pooping,
But gratitude can’t be denied
To those who do the scooping!

Me and My Bike

Beneath a perpetual sky
Longing to perceive nature’s sigh,
In lanes of sparkling morning dew
Before ‘Draughton village’ we view.

Thunder lightning hoarfrost and hail
Sunbaked days when coasting the dale,
‘Bolton Abbey’ stone throw from home
Muscles taut, like a garden gnome.

West wind howling hard to face
When 'Crindles Hill’ did slow the pace,
Delightful scene when on the crest
Downward cruise gratifying rest.

This green bike bought from ‘Uncle Cliff’
Dreams fulfilled with chain driven diff,
Simple, yet it was nature’s plan
This childhood journey that began!

© Harry J Horsman  2012

Badass Warrior Goddess

There's a diff between rebellion
and making a point...

Piece of it's maturity
which don't come easy

Takes experience which takes
time.

Hunt

Oh my goodness,
what humans are willing to bare
to attract...

Beyond, the mock and mocking bareness
lies the convoluted angst of man,
pleasure seeking, in a self gratifying
wallow of excretions.

The need to roll…down the road…in the hay

to move like corpuscles down
the multitudinous arties of man.

Some draped in fuchsia, an orchid’s blush 
with legs so long they make an ass of themselves.

Others tricked out in comfy cotton boostieas
breasts jiggling like jello, mounds of molded eye candy
firm, run-ready calves, taunt and on point
strut
ready to rut
on stiletto heels
still primed for and pandering to
the sought after alpha male.

The androgyny of the 21st century male-dom
making marking the target frustratingly
diff I cult
these drooping, wilted, round shouldered
bow-legged, net walkers seem unlikely sperm donors
for the next generation beyond the pale.

And as their lives settle in to settle down
in the whirlwinds of climate change
oil shortages, constant alpha stripping 
further neuters the human potential 
as the haves, feed the have nots
into the furnaces of endless war 
the heard is culled………

I Have No-Where To Go, But Up (From the Joy&Believe Seris) Pt.3

I've often wonder, why I couldn't comprehend, struggling through the
stares of life, never knowing the end.  My rock-bottom seem much diff-
erent than most, your bottom of life prudentcy maybe to never strife to-
wards the abomination of a indulgent host. "But inspiration has shown me,
I have nowhere to go but up". Nowhere but up I say no-where to the terb
on the sidewalk.  Life is not always a joyish thought, I have no-where to 
go but up. Because, tire of being tire for only the lowest of heart.
   "God answer prayers;  Believing in yourself begins the first start".
Then you shall say, "Self", I've nowhere to go but up there's no turning
back. There's hope for tomorrow, I'm Attune to the best of me, the
name of this medication is Joy & Believe.

Not This Time

Not all are the same 
If one mess up all take the blam
It use to be like that with me 
But then I relized every one is a little diff
I wish I could take it back to the ole days on how it use to be
The brotha's that treat you right 
You did your thang and he did what he had to do to keep her around
That person I have not yet found 
What happen to the grls that use to treat they men right
And love and do what eva it take to keep him each and every night
That person would be me
Men, Boi's, Women, Grl's, just aint how they supose to be
I mean what I am saying is....
I'm that grl to hold him down
I'm that grl that'll most likely when he's hurt beside his fam that'll be around
I'm that grl when we sex or make love that make him weak
WEAK.....
Weak for my love 
I want that dude I know who will maintain
Like I said NOT ALL ARE THE SAME!!!

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