One step forward, two steps back –
That’s the way I function.
There is something that I lack
When I am at the junction
Of making a decision
Which will finalize a plan,
No matter the precision
Since my research first began.
It’s like I’m on a diving board,
Afraid to take the plunge,
My hesitancy like a cord
My body can’t expunge.
And yet I search and plan and hope
My M.O. might just change
And I can shed that binding rope
And step-wise, rearrange.
Written By: D. Collins 11/21/24
Act not nice in the presence of extravagant beauty.
When it stares you in the face, minus a big booty.
Observe the personality, which has preference with me.
That quiet demeanor that brings out the ecstasy.
We, from the "Boot" have very few inhibitions.
We always step up to finalize the mission.
We act not nice because it's in our blood.
We get rid of it by spreading big love.
Massaging my shoulders will relieve the stress.
Taking me to "Cloud Nine" under a real caress.
Add something to it to put some ***** in life.
Put it down, Baby, like you ain't nothing nice.
I’m just twirling in the center of my room.
I’ve got way too much to do.
Has that ever happened to you?
I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision.
I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have a final in 90 minutes
I have lab results to qualify and I’ve a term paper to finish.
I have two problem-sets due and I must arrange movers.
Despite my burn-out, I should start packing for move-out.
In order to get our reservations and tickets in hand,
we’ve got to finalize our summer plans.
On my theoretical schedule - I’m behind -
oh, and there’s a mountain of laundry to climb.
In finals week everything is ratcheted up.
and there’s the weighty and unavoidable demands of sleep.
I’m just a girl about to pass out in her room, over-caffeineed,
from chugging a large, iced coffee after 3 hours of sleep.
I’ve read that stress can affect valuations.
I think it’s true.
I twirl.
.
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Give Paris One More Chance by Jonathan Richman (Youtube ZMF7Jq8xNGI)
I Want You Back by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Make a Rainbow by Benny Sings
Let Her Go Into The Darkness by Johnathan Richman
The poetry of one so dear
Is poignant to the soul
The images of love appear
To dissipate the toll
Our minds are called to witness
What are hearts cannot deny
The future of our fitness
To be fearless when we die
The pail of our emptiness
Reflects a bitter pall
The sail of our restlessness
Before a summer squall
The antidote of selfishness
Is doting on the do
The coating of our joyfulness
Includes our neighbor too
The promises that we pursue
Along the fruited plain
Demand a part of what we do
To finalize the gain
The better part of what survives
And what we hope to be
Is how we learn to live our lives
By loving selflessly.
Burnt wood, carved deep
Adrift in seas, the essence of sleep
blades bleed, cuts seep
create mysteries
the glass is in a fractured age
is vast finalize run
Around a forgotten sun
Of burnt wood n ash
I am lost in objects of art or form.
Like stone built to last
Burnt wood
broken glass
All are cast
All is encompassing
Burnt at last
Some things persist in memory
of memories
in a forgotten history
Let us the issues finalize:
Two more topics just analyze
One can narrative summarize;
On dryness water canalize...
Why ghosts in places crystallize:
If dreams through them materialize?
Ghost I'd seen of carton color,
Its look that of obvious pallor;
Had good money in carton;
While human dropped by a Paton
"You come back with it in a week!"
But killer drugs had him made weak...
Now Ghost keeps repeating"Carton"
And sometimes"Sorry, Sir Paton!!
To all those who have placed entries in the above contest
I am unable it seems to finalise the contest I have chosen
Winners and locked it.' Yet the finalize button stays stubbornly
Dull.' I will keep trying to work through this it's not the first time
I've encountered it.'God bless.'
What would you do, if it was asked of you
Would you give up everything, or remain true
Would you make the sacrifice?
Chance your fate and roll the dice
Sign away your life and morals
Sitting back to rest on laurels
No reward for any good you’ve done
Knowing after this, you’ve lost, not won
Such a brief moment of pleasure
In trade for eternity of foul you cannot measure
Could it possibly be a swap of worth
With so many hours of good put in on this earth
Yet now I put my wants ahead of need
Lick my lips and prepare for my stupid greed
Shake the hand, sign the contract
Finalize our deal, mine and Satan’s pact
You never know what will be your ultimate price
You say you don’t have one? Heed my advice.
Everyone does, and in it, he will revel
That’s how I ended up in a deal with the devil
That is my answer to life’s most notorious question
And it’s a fact, just to mention
That selling my soul is exactly how far
I would go……….. for a Klondike bar.
What would YOU do-O-o-O-o?
I usually try to write poems with a plot,
Sometimes pithy, and sometimes not.
My muse and I team up as one,
But if she bails before it's done,
And I can't finalize what's within,
I'm left without a plot to pith in.
There is pain in the eyes, if time was taken, it would be seen.
Busy are they, no time but to be blind, no visual hygiene.
Dirty, is the way of the worldly, covered in the devils boweled releasing.
Enthralled, as they flow down lavatory piping.
Developing gills for the sewered waters of living.
The pungent odors of its stench begins normalizing.
As the vague scent of yesterday rides the breeze, fading into the winds
of passing.
Pursuing and ridiculing the remaining few into hiding.
The old giving way to the new world orders enslaving.
War, famine, and disease, released to finalize controlling.
While the strangle hold around hopes neck is firmly choking.
dimming the light of life, for the curtains closing.
As the final stage is set, for God's ending.
Today, I resolve…
…to finalize important plans
and get them underway,
…to eschew unkind words
and displays of anger,
…to help someone become
the person they want to be.
Today, I resolve
…to repair something
I left in disarray,
…to come to the aid of
someone in danger,
…to demonstrate the values
of fairness and honesty.
Today, I resolve
…to be a better person
than I was yesterday,
…to do a good deed
for a total stranger,
…to make life easier
for those around me.
Today, I resolve…
…to make the world we live in
a better place,
…and, obviously, I need
to start with me!
I drew my own zentangle
it had a flower and a star
There was an owl and a baby dragon
Wearing a red tam, driving a holiday car
I took it to the tattoo parlor
and they did not blink an eye
We will refer you to Wilford
He is our most exquisite tattoo guy
Wilford did not hesitate
He said, we may have to buy more ink
I realized he was joking,
but my face got rather pink
Are you sure you want the highway
and the sky and stars done too?
Yes, I replied, and add a gargoyle.
I want faeries too before you’re through
He had me go home and finalize the presentation
Before he began to decorate the whole of my back.
It took a week or longer, but I was filled with adulation.
For I knew this would completely fill my back.
My sister had been against it, and it put her over the edge
You need a tattoo too, I said when she tried to talk me from my ledge.
It was the best tattoo in the world, and reflected the best of me.
Zentangles are my go-to relaxation technique, as you can clearly see.
in the shadows love surrounds
rendezvous two have found
revelations often abound
with love the kiss imparts
teasing tasting tantalize
moistened lips mesmerize
heartbeats quicken synchronize
in waves of frenzied passion
touch me, please me, finalize
allow me to fantasize
hallucinations realize
ecstasy replete
follow my dear, exclude deceit
forbidden bond now complete
inhibitions in retreat
passion begs abandon
the dawn of everyday
is the night of that first day
I hunger still, often thirst
for the touch that was our first
I Survived
The
“Widow Maker” Then S.C.A.
Written: by Miracle Man
2-15-2020
S. C. A. once took me, beyond my last breath,
and sixteen bags hanging from a chrome drip frame.
Circumstances took me past the point of death,
told later, you'd be dead, but it wasn't God's aim.
First came the Widow Maker then S.C.A.,
I survived each one and clinical demise.
Five day’s, I unknowingly, in deep sleep lay,
but God wasn't ready for life to finalize.
Now unaccounted for are the five days lost,
faithful prayer warriors kept on praying.
Life's final hurdle still remains to be crossed,
my only recall is of music playing.
Don't want to get stuck living a lie
In a relationship that barely gets by
Day to day your heart unable to finalize
Stuck together unwilling to try
Anything new that makes us comply
Waking up every morning asking yourself why
Month after month wanting to say goodbye
How being together just makes you want to cry
Meanwhile, your life just keeps passing on by
Pray tomorrow leads to a different kind of high
So tired of living this alibi
Dreaming of a love that will kiss the sky
Without worrying where the other end lye
When I can open my eye's
Wanting to fantasize
Without feeling like someone wants to analyze
A well thought out surprise
Unable to find any compromise
Constantly feeling criticized
I have come to realize
How it all feels capsized
Hoping you will be able to empathize
That I am going to find another to harmonize
So every day will be like a new sunrise
With a woman who wants to maximize
All that symbolizes life's highest high's
One who wants to customize
A love that defies
Everything that makes your heart want to fly
Instead of living a love based on a lie
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