No Spotlight
No Stage
No audience
Straight out words
Life itself
Confusing and complexing
Drawbacks with a mysterious wonder
Sometimes impossible to bare
Forced possible to go through
Unforeseen
Death of a friend
Like a brother
Died in a car crash on Highway 707
Around Firestone Valley, car descends below in instant death
I weep
Crying river tears
Torn page ripped out of life
Discontinued Chapters never to see
Life seems unfair
How will I ever recover?
Wounds cut deep
Alone with my only soul to Keep
My mind thinks, but no true answers in how I will go on
Loss in my own demise of words
Thinking that my friend died in the flesh but lives in the spirit
Holy land soar
Feel alone with a lonely sensation
Yet, I am not alone as my friend’s spirit surrounds me and he is looking down on me
His death is a finale, but my heart will always remember
My mission to live on until my friend and I meet again.
When a need strikes, mind not drawbacks
Life kicks the game off hide and seek
How brisk you are counts on the tracks
When a need strikes...
Stop not, though the prospects are bleak
Till you bring off, there's no relax!
Finish it with a stubborn streak
The course may be crooked with tacks
Resolve and let your actions speak
Be a winner in the climax!
When a need strikes...
Picture : 3
Placed : 3
Success is drawing blood.
Follow in my tracks.
There's no rush.
Im not missing.
Just off the straight and narrow.
Open to facilitate.
Steadfast to invigorate.
There are drawbacks
But I take the plunge.
Time passed as pastime.
Days blend differently.
Its not my daily grind.
But it helps to get by.
We all felt we were immortal
Nothing would ever change
As a child of the village with
Acres of fields to range.
All these years later
So much has gone
Meadows under concrete
As time has moved on.
Gardens occupy those
Once informal footways
So some old shortcuts
Are closed these days.
Most streets are signed
And have streetlights
Some of the magic gone
From dark winter nights.
The imagined invisibilty
Of roaming girls and boys
But always given away by
The chatter and the noise.
My old home and Forge Cottage
Modernised, knocked into one,
The forge yard now under grass
The farm machinery long gone.
As a listed building the Forge,
Restored, still sadly stands
In a no longer working village
Now mainly commuter land.
The shops now long closed
To me there’s sadness in the air
I feel no empathy or connection
With the folk now living there.
Those good old days
Were at times quite bad,
Nostalgia has Its drawbacks
But now I feel alone and sad.
Occasionally I visit graves
But very quickly move on
I belong only to its past
My village now being gone.
Darkening clouds from overhead and darken the Earth
Crackle of lightning and thunder flash and I wonder how the weather can turn so quick.
Mother Nature or God shows it's ugly head as rain comes pouring down in sheets.
A storm like this can bring much needed relief for the land but it also has its drawbacks
Killer whales in the flood
That fills the room, vacuum parts and mattress floating
Above mud;
I bluff them back;
No shame in mud now, I’m noting
Drawbacks,
It seems,
Having gloating
Dreams.
Killer whales in the flood—
No shame in dirt now—I’m noting
Dreams.
No longer Serves me
Dear Self am I resisting changes?
consistently exploring in this web
of deja vu of what no longer serves
me. Stages in my life have been
heartaches and heartbreaks similar to
a bow and arrow have more drawbacks
then ups now releasing and being carefree.
Hopes and wishful thinking seem like
cousins to disappointments broken
trust and disrespect that I will no longer
entertain no longer serves me, letting go
gibberish chatter, will I ever see changes?
hopeful thinking, will it cons to pass,
difficult to grasp am I avoiding the reality of
questions at hand usually cause of idle talk
bringing up one's past yet now I'm so
unbothered by things that no longer serves
or brings substance and growth I am
stronger than yesterday's things that no
longer serves me.
Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last
___________________
| If this was the last_goodbye |
But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
Can true love be anywhere found?
Will the loving heart be very sound?
Just by seeing something better
Or for totally a frivolous matter
Will a heart plan to separate?
Will it then negatively operate?
Viewing from the point of money
Will it leave creating great agony?
Or will my looks give at last boredom?
Or am I a casual selection at random?
In case I suffer any deep adversity
Will that soul stop loving activity?
Will my drawbacks and my setbacks
Force that soul to change tracks?
My dear, if you have plans to leave
Do it now, as I will briefly only grieve
But, after giving me great hope
If you decide to ruthlessly dupe
I will become sad and mad
Let not sorrow be by me had
Say Goodbye now and depart
I will safeguard my loving heart
Hopefully I now have an expectation
That you will cause me no dejection
Let me pray to the greatest Almighty
That your love for me will be plenty.
ian, rajkumar
Marriage has lots of benefits
And also serious drawbacks
A wise man at last decides
The best for him always
When you induct a soul
You must be prepared
Elaborate thinking is
Absolutely necessary
One must have the power
To withstand financially,
Emotionally and physically
Marriage is a happy burden
Morals have to be maintained
Dilemma must be shunned
Attachment must be there
Also ran marriages turn bad
Marriage adds surely children
May be an asset or a liability
If we show deepest affection
Our peace of mind is secured
Marrying to please the society
Is no doubt highly suicidal
Staying alone surely prevents
Confusion in many cases
The little old woman who lived in a shoe
Wasn't the SOLE owner
Apparently there were strings attached
Wow that was a real groaner
I have never been a big fan of archery
Too many DRAWBACKS, for me
Rookie pirates make terrible singers
Can't really hit the HIGH SEAS
For plumbers a flush sure beats a FULL HOUSE
And I'm not talking poker here
Have you heard about that origami store
The damn thing FOLDED it appears
In a room where the curtains were DRAWN
The rest of the furniture was real
“Love” means ZERO to tennis players
That didn't have a lot appeal
The butcher backed into the meat grinder
And got a little BEHIND in his work
Heard it before but it's one of the good ones
Let's celebrate and pop the cork
Do you know the real definition of a will
It's a DEAD giveaway
I got ready to outshine,
Numerous opportunities seemed to be in line.
Then came the cruel phase,
Smile said Good Bye to my face.
Killing of creativity with a bad system,
Drawbacks of rules,
Turned humans into mules.
Leaving no chance to make me believe that I belong here,
Biased favours, years and age matter for them,
Whether talent, brain and understanding go into dustbin.
How audaciously they dare to ask for favours,
My common sense making me feel shameful.
Two-faced people, wholly contrary behaviour,
Make big claims,
Though all untrue, what a shame!!!
REAL WORLD RELATIONSHIPS
It is true that we all have expectations of others
With whom we feel we want to form a bond
And it's unrealistic to think that every woman
Is going to be "Cinderella" and every man
Is going to be "Prince Charming"
Should it also be unrealistic to find
That a man or woman who appears caring
Sharing, loving and kind, just in terms
Of presenting a first impression
Bursts our notion of "romantic love"
Later finding that they are total opposites
I believe in being "real"
Which has it's drawbacks
Would I like a man to send me flowers
Just because, of course…
But I would not want him to
Do so as an obligation
What man would not want a woman
That takes care of his needs in every way
This is a real world relationship
Yogi bear loved to rob tourists of their lunch,
raiding picnic baskets for brunch.
Always on the lookout for the park ranger,
his antics grew even stranger.
Boo-Boo routinely got caught with pilfered snacks,
being Yogi's friend had drawbacks.
Tagging along on the promise of a treat,
he served the master of deceit.
(Clerihew)
9/05/2021
Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
deep in the back of a forty acre plot of land
there is a house most cannot abide
many have heard the rumors and still cannot find it
I hear wailing screaming keening shrieks
from the house of the dead
being clairaudient has its drawbacks
when you add clairsentient to that, it is crazy
I smell the smoke, and my lungs begin filling
I feel there was abuse there,
which is why the fire was set
I back away from the house of the dead.
Contest: Ghost Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Written 2/28/2021
Lines: 11
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