Hold a Grudge and Never Budge
do like eating fudge
have been know to hold a grudge
never ever budge
of honor she was maid
down the aisle in big parade
big bucks parents paid
when his heart pounded
shaky is how he sounded
heard he had drownded
when we would labor
was at war with my neighbor
we drew our sabre
delightful with charm
happiness causes no harm
even found on farm
A bird of green is singing me a song-
On my hand, bird waits and looks at me . . .
A cold wind reminds me that I must wake,
and snow is falling softly in my dream.
In dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn,
and from my pen words just flow and drip-
Was born to weep, to write my verse in blood,
and snow was falling softly in my dream.
Words drownded in tears is where my pen will fall,
and deep and dark my words drip then meet . . .
A bird of green is singing me a song,
and snow is falling softly in my dream.
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May 10, 2017
(Edit from 2016)
Blank Verse/A Bird Of Green Is Singing
Copyright Protected, ID 899485
For the Blank Verse Contest , Old/New
Sponsor, Janice Carnedy
Rain on the tin roof sounded
Lullaby; and I fell asleep
While grandma's Victrola played
"Pharaoh's army got drownded.
O Mary don't you weep";
And I was no longer afraid.
Sweet sound drowned out
My fear and doubt.
Me, the odd man out. I feel like the seed that never did sprout. Trying to figure out
why life is this way, the fear of not knowing growing by the days. So as I lay, half
sleep falling into a trance, I think, what is the chance of me defeating my past. At
last, I rise to my feet still being drownded in sin, a state of gloom takes its
position; I cannot win. People seem to be taller or I'm getting smaller per sin I
commit, I'm in deep water. Everybody's watching for me to grow, but I die silently
as water covers my nose. So as the last glance of the world fades, I pray to God
my soul to take.
I GLANCE INTO MY PAST LIFE OF PAIN,
THE FRAGILE TINKLE BRITTLE SPRINKLE LIFE
OF CLOUDED RAIN.
MAINTAIN A CONSTANT FLOW BELOW MY LOWER
LIFES DEPPRESSION,
THE NESSESARY VOMIT BY THE SIGHT OF MY
REFLECTION.
PROTECTION FROM MY SHADOW
FOR IT REMINDS ME OF MY HATE,
INTICIPATE MY DEATH BY THE SIGHT
OF SUDDEN FATE.
TO LATE TO BRING UP HOPE CAUSE HOPE
HAS DROWNDED IN MY PAST,
TO LIE AND COPE WITH THE PAIN OF FEAR I FELT
I'VE LOST AT LAST.
My tears wont mean and ending
But sorrow is moarn to sparse.
there'll always be a new beginning
though still will leave a scare.
My feelings may be drownded
But as a woman i need to be tuff.
In my heart you'll always be crownded
But to you it may not be enough.
Words get very deep
That could haunt us more than ever
LIke in our dreams while we sleep
That could brain wash us forever
Wish I could cast a spell
so i wont feel the pain that i do
but i know the bad ones go to hell
so sorrow is not yet through.
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