Hello, hey
You don’t need to hide yourself away,
It’s only you that you'll be hiding anyways.
And you can hate yourself all that you want to,
Like the feeling of popcorn
Between your teeth.
But pretty soon, you can realize that
Nobody cares more than you.
Everyone's too distrait,
Caring about themselves.
Nobody can hate you more than you,
Since you judge yourself
In the harshest ways.
So give it up,
Have another cup of tea.
I love the way you laugh.
do not simply dawdle and diddle
for life may pass as a twinkle
hardly any time to drag and dawdle
in life, joy and sorrow may mix and mingle
before your powers diminish and dwindle,
enjoy it wilful as a child cheerily toying with shingles
for a change, play on the flute or fiddle
and on your toes, twirl and twiddle
or go for a walk with your funny, furry poodle
or write a peaceful placid idyll,
could even be a distrait doodle
life that is a tricky and ticklish riddle
is never a puddle for you to muddle
but is to clasp, caress and cuddle
let it ring with a jangle or jingle
even when you are sickeningly single
smile, showing your dented dimple
as stars in the sky wink, blink and twinkle
Sep.1.2022
First published in 2021
~ Placed Second~
Alliteration- Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Joseph May
DIMENSION CONTENTION
In the world of two dimensions
There is discord and dissension
About what exists beyond
The known space of which they’re fond
Some claim that’s it - just what they see
What else could there possibly be
Imagine more and you’re a dreamer
Or a superstitious schemer
You’d control the population
Giving fear of a damnation
In imaginary place
A third dimensionary space
Then there’s those who by chance bump
Into a strange Z Axis stump
Find themselves in unknown state
Exhilarated yet distrait
In their transcendental epiphany
Seen by others with antipathy
And regarded as unstable
Given psychiatric label
Yet others of more simple view
See their world as one way true
They’re the ones regarded dim
Branded ‘strait liners’ for their sin
So let’s congratulate ourselves
There’s no need to further delve
We know it all - every dimension
It’s all settled no contention
Embrace sweet kisses under mistletoe,
soon Santa will be riding on his sleigh.
Outside the children making men of snow,
the fondest friendship matters most this day.
This is the day when all shall laugh and love.
Forgiveness guaranteed, so let’s await
for Jesus to be sent from up above.
The angels coming shall destroy distrait.
If you believe in hope you shall be free
from all that brings misfortunate disdain.
So take my hand and come and follow me,
arrive with joy and kindness shall remain.
Let’s comfort people needing drink and food-
so Christmas donates peaceful gratitude.
I have always struggled with IP, but I tried my best.
Gift for a lady: Size 10 ring
Favorite color: Purple (amethyst)
October 22, 2018
The creation of peace
The rind you sculpture
Insulation of deep
To those not worth
Your perdurable coat ..
Give up ferocious debate
Neutralising distrait
You'll feel free to create ...
Soul peace to infinite
SO definite
Solution , fate
Now you care for date
Perdurable coat
You are Deaf to bad talk ..
In this crazy world
Keep with those whose soul is clear
Everything you'll stroke
Smile you'll sell to the broke
Work to no set limit
Establish personal decree
Listen , Revoke when you disagree ,
Prove
Placid ignition
You're free , controlled chain reaction
More Lustful you become
Nurture neutrality
unanimaty
Incurrence to peace
Until you cease ...
Should I mourn each falling leaf?
Distrait of beauty in my grief
Observe the rose in such pain
To stay a rose there to remain
Watching one by one they fall
Leaf by leaf and petals all
Naked now there unadorned
Beauty lost but hardly mourned
Knowing each one as they fell
Left the love they came to tell
Distrait within the dismal night
while drifting down deserted track...
Beyond the bend, a lantern light
illumed alone the vacant black.
Such are the tricks that fate will feign
with passing trains in winter rain.
The darkling sky sighed, dripping dew,
beguiling to the trek anew.
Through diamond dusk old demons came -
There was no dread, there was no claim,
for distant thoughts will entertain
on passing trains in winter rain.
Through shadow’s fog a form appeared
(which slowed its pace as morning neared),
a lonesome, meek and wistful thing,
like fallen bird with broken wing.
Such are the shapes and weary strain
of passing trains in winter rain.
We paused a moment, side by side
confronting Fate in eventide.
But Passion’s Pains of yesteryear
left youthful Ardor draped in fear -
We had our courses to maintain
like passing trains in winter rain.
I often harken, flashing back,
to sense the formless twisted track
muse “Few have loved though all have toyed
inside this vast and vacant void -
The reason why ? At heart, mundane
as passing trains in winter rain” ...
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