Some say the husband has been unfaithful.
Being in her profile pic won't change anything.
The crown on her head's already withering.
She was never really her husband's queen.
Disclaimer: This poem is about the general population of mean girls with their spouses in their profile photos, who, for whatever reason, subconsciously feel a need to prove how successful and stable their marriage is. No offense is actually intended. If you find yourself feeling triggered, step back, take a deep breath, and exhale. Do not give words on a screen so much power over your mind.
Montana sky is as bright blue as it can ever be
I stare at the pines and aspens, feeling free
the air is as fresh and crisp as God could make
Coaxed, I feel a need for a picture take
Knowing full well it will never wholly do
will not capture essence of this sky of blue
the mountains twinkle with mica in a brave way
I feel this is God’s gift to me today
the only noise I hear is chattering bird speak
there is no movement from me to the mountain peak
It is as if God and I are here alone today
Nirvana on earth, I feel validated in a way.
While some are content
to go with the flow
others are compelled to speed up
and overtake wherever they go
perhaps it's a challenge
to the aforementioned latter
altho' not a contest
something's the matter
as how much earlier
do they think they'll arrive
by constantly changing lanes
whenever they drive
or do they feel a need for their car
to be ahead of the pack
rather than stay in their place
at the traffic's far back
whomever they are
something's wrong in the head
for with such mad driving
the sooner they'll end up dead
So many of us are feeling blue,
Because we do not know what to do
The world we all live in every day
It has gone askew and lost its way,
Away from all that we once knew
Faith, Sincerity, and integrity, to name a few
Of the necessities of life,
That helps to fend off trouble and strife.
Where have common sense and reason gone?
That makes many feel lost and alone.
Why do some feel a need to fight?
Is there no other way for the warriors
To see the light
And realise that making war makes matters worse
Which is a constant curse on our society.
What we possess is not our own,
Everything we have is on loan,
From when we are born
Until we depart
Our possessions will go
But some will keep their hearts.
The wicked and power-hungry kind
Will have to leave their hearts behind
Black hearts are unacceptable in heaven above
Because black hearts are devoid of love
Heartless people feel a need
For wealth, power, self-love and greed.
They think they will live forever,
And never, die
But death comes to us all
Even the rich and powerful.
Heaven is for the pure of heart,
A heart, that's true,
If you are heartless,
Heaven has no place for you.
On a dim-lit day of drizzle
I sit beneath the same old oak
where we carved hearts with our names
amused by how child-like it was
I feel a need on this date to remember
really remember, the passing of years
covered in the dust beneath the cluttered cobwebs
that hang in my soul,
of tear-stained dormant memories
and what were joyous times
spent with you
until the Angles came
and I became a broken wheel
on the pain-soaked path to nowhere
2/4/23
My old bike is good for me,
It takes me from A to B
Times when I need to be alone
My bicycle and I on our own
Cars are fine for families,
Cruising along can be a breeze,
Cars are too expensive to run
Petrol prices are no fun.
Registration, Insurance, maintenance, and more
Cars can no longer be purchased by the poor,
Public transport fares will rise
Poverty for many before our eyes
What a miserable sorry state.
Welfare is necessary at this rate
Of affairs, we are in,
Without a mention of
War, Flood, Fire and sin.
Back to basics and common sense
It would help to recompense,
For some of those that feel a need
To cause corruption because of greed.
Greed and power, I can't abide
I need my old bike so that I can ride
So my trusty cycle and I can roam,
To a quiet place to dream alone.
Pettiness,
It comes from the French (petite)
Petite means small
Anything compact and neat,
Can be classed as slight,
Small of no significance,
Small-minded people might
Be blind-sighted by their magnificence,
And fail to comprehend
Or defend the importance,
Of the word petite,
And feel a need to compete
To prove a point that immense
It makes more sense,
To think and act big.
Pettiness
Has no place in society,
It breeds impropriety.
It makes people gruff,
So let us all blow a big puff
To rid ourselves of,
The unnecessary small stuff!
To us simpler folk
Why are others oblivious
And treat life as a joke
Power and greed
Is what drives them on
They feel a need
To torture everyone
To get their way
Whatever price others have to pay
In this upside-down world we all live in today.
I mostly left my Twitter feed;
I somehow did not feel a need
To let the little parasite
Suck joy away from me.
Although I hung onto my phone,
I found that I was far less prone
To see its screen or hear its tone
With so much else to see.
The friends I added to my list
Will never “like” such things as this;
Our stories joined, our updates missed,
Speak more to what is true.
My Fitbit racks no huge amount,
And yet I simply can’t discount
That certain steps are paramount:
The ones I walk with You.
See, tech’s a blessing, to be sure,
No panacea though, no cure.
What ails us most is not its lure
But senses all askew.
So I will follow You, Lord, lead
Me, guide me, be atop my feed.
Yes, be my ever-present need,
Let me abide in You.
a gaggle of geese, Parades on by
Under a morning sun
They make no sound as they amble by
nor feel a need to run
"Why don't you fly?!" I yell
angry about their pace
"When you can ride the winds on high,
this gift you truly waste"
Then to me one fowl replied
As if my query did offend
"Because we can!" he honked
At least it felt as though he did
"Why do you go back to work?
When there are adventures to be planned
You could even join us
Save your factory needing manned"
And with that they left
Just as quickly as they had come
And alone with my thoughts
Feeling slightly succumbed
"It's true!" I said out loud
I hadn't realized all this time
It was really me who chose to walk
When I should have learned to fly
If you feel a need to smirk,
You can't go past a Merc,
One that is fully electric,
Or at least a hybrid, so you won't feel a jerk,
When cheap petrol is all talk.
Engineered with you in mind,
For peace of mind,
They leave others behind.
With standard features you won't believe,
At prices you can quote with some relief,
As you drive one safely round another bend,
You may wish the ride will never end.
Get a Mercedes Benz,
And you will have lots of friends,
When you show them the space you have for long legs,
And other odds and ends.
If you want to up your IQ,
Test drive an EQA,
Something rather nifty,
That you can charge in a jiffy.
As she opened the letter
She thought she'd feel better.
But this wasn't to be.
The letter was from John.
Whom she had loved long
And now he was setting her free.
Cowardly John.
Who she depended upon,
Now had decided to flee
To love evermore
A life together to explore
Was what John had promised to me.
What a despicable man
And fool that I am
To be attracted to a thug
That crawled from the ground.
And a target he found
I should stamp on this creep like a bug.
A bug no John's worse.
I feel a need to curse
But revenge will not ease my pain.
I'll rip up John's letter.
And trust I'll feel better.
Imagining what could have been confetti is rain
24 June 2021 contest Let Er Rip Sponsor John Lawless
ALL
All the things I said would not be
I have become
All the things I said I would not do
I have done
All the dreams I dreamt
Have passed me by
All the time I’ve wasted
Makes me sigh
All the love that was given
Was not returned
All of those that tried
Were sometimes burned
All of this must now, come to an end
Now it’s my turn, to be that friend
So if, you ever feel a need
I promise to come running
At top speed
To help ,or just be
A listening ear
For you to me my friend
Are very dear
Because I am Black People say I can not succeed.
Because I am Black People feel a need to judge me.
Because I am Black I am shun by them in the daylight
Because I am Black I am feared by them in the night.
Because I am Black this was my life.
But, since my Lord and Savior Jesus Has come into my life, I know right from wrong.
Also, people can not judge me, Only God and his Son Jesus sits up high in heaven on the real judgement throng.
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