I wish
to fit in
somewhere
anywhere~
others fit in
not wishing
as do I~
wholeness may
appear as confining
wishes~~
the crowd you hang with
is ‘sophisticated’
everyone sporting
new duds
new cars
new women in bars
my make-do threads
barely seem decent
you said I had to change
as I don’t fit in
your friends toasting
the roasting
of competitors
I bore you with
my interests
my needs
my walks in parks
paths for self-doubt
you said I had to change
as I don’t fit in
you said I had to change
my thoughts
my ways
if I wanted to win
in the relationship
to impress, dazzle
people I didn’t know
or wanted to know
you said I had to change
'cause I don’t belong
yes, I have changed
a new dawn
a new dream
I no longer need you
to validate me
I now fit in
with myself
you said
I had to change
be as it may
I hate to burst
your lone
fragile bubble
but now
YOU don’t fit in
as I have changed
Over tech connected; drawn to a life infected'
The moot is now mute' bad is the fruit.)
War on lies.? Square root..'
Much belies.' I read divide..Divide.!
Up to the truths, full inversion.'
Hate will grow, to genocides full immersion.!
She is doilies, lace and class
I am leather, oak and brass
But when she slips her hand in mine
Together, we are gold refined.
My dog dug a hole large enough to push my husband’s F-150 into.
How do you know?
Because Poochie pushed Richie’s truck in there.
At least he apologized, right?
He is a golden.
I think they have manners.
Not yet.
He disappeared on Wednesday
The day after it happened.
Why try to fix something that isn't broke?Why try to mend a structure that is fine. What is the point in fixing something that is fine. I don't understand why you keep messing with my mind. Am I not a perfect being that you made? What is not wrong with this blade? Why can't you leave things the way they are? And make life easy thus far. What is wrong with the way I be. Do you find something wrong in me? Why can't you leave things along? Until when necessary they come home. Don't fix it if it ain't broke.
Each ring alone
too big to fit,
slips on finger,
disclosing its excess.
Too tight the hold,
the urge to control.
Too much the hope
to fill the void,
the more it squeezes,
the embrace to yield.
But, when entwined and combined,
the three rings loop and interface
to make a perfect fit for finger.
A trinity in harmony.
Life came in one shoe fit
Determined to live and not quit
Made the wrong choices
Managed to overtake and make right
Achieved of value in knowing how establish
No question needed with answer
Fighter of life with no surrender spirit
No need to say sorry
There is no worry
Some would say merit while others would say punk
Call it what you will
I understand myself, but do you understand yourself
My name is counted among
A man higher than I knows it
Believe what you will
Know myself better than anybody else
Baby, I thought you understood
Must understand yourself before analyzing another
Words you say draws me away
You are trying to convince me to stay
Standing on principle
Words said are reality
Don’t pity me, but pity yourself
Made up for it in life in believing who I am having a purpose
Tomorrow everlasting
Shoe fit
Don’t try to fit in it
Don’t know what I gone through in life
Standing and continuing to stand
You are no longer in dem and
My shoes have walked on
Be gone
There once was a clown
who paraded around town
he thought the world of himself
and liked everything to be top shelf
He bought himself a mannequin
he married her no panickin'
soon his humour was delirious
his motives as mysterious
He found himself a throne
and claimed it as his own
he put a crown upon his stead
to cover his bald head
He started waving a magic wand
expecting everyone to respond
his orders grew bizarre by the hour
when he demanded a brand new tower
They moved his throne up to the top
hoping the insanity would stop
but no it seemed it wasn't to be so
then tumbling down they made him go.
AP: 1st place 2025
It's a fresh day
To play in a new way
To convey each light ray
More pray, no delay, fair pay
We stay where we lay
What can I say?
Stand up, quit your sit
Take a breath, rest a bit
Ensure you stay fit
Get ready for the hit
Grab your jumping kit
Fall not into pit
As he'd walk into your block
In seconds, he'll knock
This folk you name clock
Needing a talk but you lock
It'll mock you into shock
You can't stalk the stock
You can water the seed
And extract all the weed
Indeed growing at speed
But when you succeed
Never mislead this creed
We need to impede the greed
As it sheds its slough
My skin is no longer rough
No batter, nor pastry, just dough
So chewing ain't been tough
This stuff? Calling it enough
You laugh until you cough
Step clear in your gear
Hear this, oh my dear
Here the end is near
This day, this month, this year
Every tear will disappear
What do you fear?
I'm caramel, gooey and sometimes saucy.
Sweet but sometimes salty.
Everybody knows it ~ not sure if you do
I'm still figuring out what you are
because once I've seen your prickly side
I keep picturing you as jalapeno
To be quite honest ~ I can't help but think
we might not be the ideal combination
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Neither exceptional
nor unexceptional
Where do I fit in...
With all the rest of humankind
~ no one’s free of sin
Write Nine Beautiful Lines (with a twist) Poetry Contest
Constance La France
Sometimes, a mismatch leads to a happy life missed
By Author
We crossed the illusion of marriage hand in hand
To his father’s tune and marching band
He opened the doors and curtains to our life
And was beaming proud of his son and wife
The dad presented and gifted our beloved trail
With riches that go beyond the grandest scale
Yet, with all the dad's helping hand and sincerity
Our marriage was two faced with disparity
Why was there a facade with all his prosperity
On the bench is where she will sit
What's going on she just doesn't get
Been tender loyal loving and the rest
Making sure things are at there best
From outside others seem to judge
Yet to help no one will budge
Thinking that she is not safe alone
She should be in some kind of community home
Into their life style she once fit
But now that she is older there's less give a sh#&
She no longer cares about looks ego or pride
But she's still living hasn't yet died
So don't think she's worried what others think or say
Doesn't need drama would rather just walk away
She may need a little hand now and then
Something we all need in the beginning and in the end !!!
Never flush
not tight fitting
a little bit out
not quite sitting
right with the world,
I always was an odd bit of knitting,
two plain stitches instead of purled
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