Time flies
Where did the time go
How did I get here?
I may not know
My favorite music is now a classic
Young folks view me as Jurassic
As much as I love to try new things
To be adventurous and bold
But sadly, I need to face the facts
I'm getting old
Wavy teeth make me spank the pastor
Questioning my faith is a major disaster
Look out for me in the darkness screaming
Opened blades cut deeper than fame
Wait for me I sought your light
Moons hid you from my trusted Dog's tonight
juniper king of flawless beats
Untitled your world Kick rocks to free the beast
Madness under stary nights preach the saddness
Laying down hopes to get beamed up like scottyrr
My call sign was shut the fk up patty
room to expand creep up the chimney
spare me some change I will consume your sanity
Gooney toons trace my roots to the loony rooms
guard dog going insane catching flames embracing Odin's name
root for Kings to sing out the silence
wavy good by to the saints of peace have arrived
do you think I called the police?
I invented the pain I bleed for the streets
they called me a rat face the facts I am fatter than that
all the fame riches money hoes and nonesene means nothing but distraction
I plan to freak off the attractions
Under rules to school fools I await your home boys who think they sweet
make the sun go down that's when church is called to meet.
raise hell unforgivables
Written by Gail Debole
November 26, 2024
Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town.
English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down.
"Being an adult" is now one word.
We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard?
So I guess the next noun to be "verbed"
Is that a child is "childing" or is that absurd?
All languages evolve through the years.
Face the facts. Get over your fears.
Nothing you can do to stop the "ings."
"Verb-ing" the nouns is more than a fling.
Younger generations speak their own type of speak.
Older generations try to keep up so they do not look weak.
No one person controls the words we say.
New ones arise and old ones lose sway.
Now all the nouns can be "verb-ed" or "e-d-ed."
Language creativity cannot/should not (shouldnot?) be impeded.
And, in the future, how many words will survive?
Will acronyms and emojis be the language that thrives?
JUST A DREAM
When I was young and still had dreams,
I dreamt of fame and fortune.
With all the recklessness of youth
I had no doubts.
I knew
I knew I’d be a household name one day.
Perhaps a second Beckham
Or like Botham in his awesome prime.
Or, failing that, an actor
A mega-star of screen and stage
With Oscars on my mantelpiece.
No, hang on,
Yes, a politician
Ending up in number ten
But now I’ve reached maturity,
All that has passed me by.
No public recognition,
Just a childhood dream.
My ‘phone’s not been tapped illegally
My e-mails remain un-hacked.
Nobody follows my wife around
In case she meets a lover.
And, outside my door,
The paparazzi are conspicuous
By their absence.
I wait in vain to be approached
By the Leverson Enquiry.
So now I have to face the facts.
My childhood dreams are gone.
And when I die, I’ll literally
Go down in history.
5th June 2023
Dreaming poetry contest
Sponsor - Regina McIntosh
The time has come to face the facts.
Let's stop getting ourselves off track.
Doctors push the drug that helps them the most.
While it makes us feel like a ghost.
We know that we sometimes feel a little off.
Let's hope we do not get knocked off.
Some of the drugs that they do give us.
They only seem to hide us.
Mind altering is what the doctors will not say.
Because they do not want to scare us away.
Drugs of the mind alerting kind have no hope.
It might as well be legal dope.
O candy corn
If food was p*rn
You start with one
And then you’re done
Where did they go
You do not know
Rationalize:
They’re tiny pies!
But face the facts
They’re candied wax
O candy corn
I thought I’d sworn
But there you are
Right in that jar
And so I’m drawn
Till you’re all gone
Myself to blame
I flush with shame
O candy corn
If food was p*rn…
If you’re tired when retired
You have just yourself to blame,
For the stresses of employment
You no longer get to claim.
How you manage all your hours
Is within your own control,
Whether sloth or not-a-minute-
To-yourself’s become your goal.
In your former life, exhaustion
Was a reason they’d accept
If you bailed on friends or family
And instead, stayed home and slept.
But without those work excuses,
Face the facts, though it seems cold -
If you’re tired when retired,
It just means you’re getting old!
Only knowledge of the truth can set one free.
War and peace cannot exist within the same tree,
Any more than apples and oranges can coexist.
Lies and deceit allow the evils of war to persist.
In war, the truth is demoted.
In war, Lies are promoted.
Truth forces us to face the facts of resolution.
Lies only conceive more lies; truth breeds solution.
Truth is put to death in war because it shines the light.
In war, lies are preferred because they hate the light.
Truth is hidden from site; right is wrong, and wrong is right
Unlike roses, war and lies blossom best in the dark of night.
In conflict and war, truth is captivated in obscurity,
becoming its first victim and casualty;
Whereas lies become its foundation and framework.
If truth were tolerated, war-mongers would quickly desert.
031922PSCtest, Is Truth the First Casualty of War and Why Is That,
Sotto Poet
Follow in the path of leaders,
if you want to lead the pack,
know that lying is a weakness,
and bravery will face the facts,
strength is found in honest features,
dishonesty will see fools trapped,
know that trusting can be dangerous,
for some kindness is all an act,
Know instincts better thought process,
when confused follow their track,
trust instincts and all they notice,
follow them when all turns black,
even when they seem outrageous,
in time you'll see they are exact,
so go with them and be courageous,
understanding when you can look back,
you are only ever truly beaten,
because you decide to stop believing!
Living with it would be better
If I didn’t feel trapped behind this wool knit sweater
I try to face the facts and see
Life isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be
I look at the bigger picture and realize
I will never be what others see in their eyes
Standing up and pronouncing my name
Just won’t be the same
When I’m gone
What a world it will be without me
Trying so hard to believe
That miracles make a difference to those
Who go out and prove persistence shows
I sit alone and watch my words
As I type a text that seems absurd
“I’m doing okay”
Though my eyes turning grey
What a world it would be
To have not known me
When I’m gone
These letters I look at
Don’t seem to attack
The slightest bit of doubt
I feel roaming about
These streets seem to turn
As I walk alone and burn
In this tiny little head
That just won’t let me get to bed
I scream and I shout
But people just walk about
I can’t tell them how I feel
But they will understand when they kneel
How much my head made me bleed
How much time I spent alone in need
When I’m gone
Words cannot express how I feel inside.
My bleeding heart, my love, cannot find rest.
Have not ceased crying since the day you died.
It feels like my heart was yanked from my chest.
I never hurt before to this degree.
Happiness depleted, misery reigns.
Emotions capsized like ships on the sea.
Senses stimulated – then comes the pain.
Every single day, I think of you.
Gone, but your memory is here to stay.
I feel you, hear you – and I smell you too.
When I gaze at photos, I’m swept away…
I often think about the good old days,
Moments spent with my best friend.
Our devotion, no one could ever dissuade.
Like a circle, our love, had no end...
I don't know if my heart will ever heal...
I miss you, but I have to face the facts,
No wish, no prayer, nor fervent appeal,
I utter will ever bring you back.
So I sit here with memories of you my love,
Fabulous reveries of a kismet match;
Transcending earth and the heavens above,
The perfect love that forever lasts...
One day my love, God, will bring us together again,
For our love is like the circle, it has no end!
Trump always failing
had been Biden unveiling
after that impaling
Make America American
am a veteran
make America American again
allow immigrants in
God created realm
with our sins would overwhelm
took control of helm
are those who ignores
others do wear masks indoors
or when inside stores
soon my twilight nears
you should see all of my tears
they had killed my steers
problem have to face
spent my money in one place
with much style and grace
had broken our backs
should stop disease in its tracks
we must face the facts
had a broken heart
was killed and left in a cart
did use a poison dart
Temptation has kept many warm
Every relationship has its right and wrong
Dissatisfaction is in everyone
More we want, younger can be better
Before your correction know personal preference has connection with emotional reference
Sexual desire can expire and still get fired
Judge not if you don't have experience
Some feelings you can't cheat but bare with careful and care
When you have the one or two to share
Being open in a relationship has relation to an open relationship
Let's face the facts
One partner or a lifetime partner is somehow a lie
You can't deny you can love many people at once
Relationship, rebound, separation the heart is not at bay
Secretly polygamy rules over monogamy
Love is a sentiment relevant in emotions but not a backbone to marriage
Trust is vacant when it comes to who you bone
Love on the surface is easy to clone
Its a puzzle to be in this entanglement
Certified by home affairs in the name of love
I am tired of the denial
Refusal to face the facts
Not learning from doctor’s reports
Not listening, so that we can plan
What is happening is unfolding,
All around us every day
No matter how it’s minimized,
The virus will have its say
Truth will emerge beyond,
Anyone’s trying to control…
What others believe right now
It is a time to work together
Not a time for carelessness,
Or accusations against truth tellers
It is a time to appreciate the gift of life
Treat it with conscious, gentle gestures
A time to adapt for safety measures
Heidi Sands
3/8/20
Life is a challenge,that has to be won
To face up to is hard,but it has to be done
It's like taking a path and there's no turning back
It's like growing old ,we must face the facts
That one day we'll all reach the end of our path
And some times we will cry ,and some times we'll laugh,
Some times we'll hurt and try turning back
But what ever we do we must face the facts ,there's no turning back
Some times our path will split apart.but what ever we do we must follow our heart
We must learn to love ,to give and to take
We must learn to forget our hurt and our hate,
We must learn to take and give to others
Because in this life we are sisters and brothers
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