I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter a definite no-go
The fight is almost over
Please come gather my remains
Too much weight upon my shoulders
Now I’m going down in flames
I want to take them all down with me
But I won’t name no names
Maybe one of them will lift me
As I’m going down in flames
You have to beg forgiveness
Only then you can be saved
Well then can I get a witness
‘Cause I’m going down in flames
Now I don’t need your pitty
While I’m stepping in my grave
All hope has died within me
And I’m going down in flames
~Billy Hitz~
Theres qanon and lgbtq blm its quite a stew
I note the second i mention above have added
A plus sign that makes me buzz ! for it really
Speaks to me as i am hestro + i may get
recognised
With lots of fuss' take heart out there all who
Are like me we are still relevant according to
Such descriptivity '
A
Wistful
Withdrawn
Grim
Melancholy
Shrouded
the depression
of gloomy
feelings
John G. Lawless
6/5/2023
//a simple take on Emil’s Eight Word Challenge…..with apologies//
I’m going to hell: I’m not good with stairs
The time has always been near as the Lord has said
Now just being more clear as all things move ahead
Man has distanced himself in so leaving God alone
More worried about personal wealth than God’s Glory shown
A trap ready to be sprung for all those who are wandering by
Of praises being left unsung by an inept ability to even try
A roadway filled with snares hidden from the naked eye
So worried of earthly cares thus dismissing what could belie
Once the time has passed there will be no turning back
For what one has not amassed is for what one will lack
The fork no longer in the road, it is simply a straight run
But what is now owed in not so recognizing God’s only Son
The sun will continue to set and the moon will still rise
But in what you have let you will now come to realize
Being far from the Word is simply fellowship with the enemy
It hasn’t occurred because the enemy doesn’t want you to see
https://youtu.be/gp5JCrSXkJY
When the sun goes down and dark
A lizard takes his time to meditate
It could just as easily be a female
But who am I to judge or take a look
I respect other creatures rights to privacy
When the lizard decides to sleep it stops
Lays a weary head upon a rail road tie
Drifts into a reptilian sleep of peace
An ever present smile on its leathery face
An uninvited train goes speeding bullet by
On an otherwise pleasant evening breeze
Male or female impacts do not matter to the tracks
At this hour trains should take a nap or little brake
We can only imagine what it was dreaming
Perhaps of insects on a sticky tongue
Perhaps there is an afterlife for lizards napping
Who sleep on railroad tracks then splatter
Who become no more of life's small mysteries
While stranger things still happen after that
Authors Note: A lizard of undetermined gender should be remembered.
The ecstasy of a silky bed
Warm covers and soft pillows
All I want is to sink there
And get carried away in hollows
Of the path of past memories.
Mum smiling and hugging me
like in a maze, I hear my giggles.
Dad chases me and catches me.
Delicious sensation brings wriggles
And laughter echoes in my ears.
Careless little feet of childhood
ventures boldly leaping time
year after year, with gleaming eyes,
blowing candles in melodious rhyme.
Proud another year is gone.
My eyes flow open and I rise in trance.
An angelic face seeks in the mirror
Those days never to come back.
I can see the images, all so clearer
And a poignant pain pierces my heart.
My arms surround myself for a hug.
How I miss that carefree moment,
Of sublime confidence in my dreams
I acknowledge defeat and victory.
Be it today my atonement.
Everyone is born to complete the phases of life.
Alas! If they could know...I was once a kid too!
some one asked
where i was going
going down
downtown
just take this
one way street
all the way down
to her town
it's a wonderful
place parking
rubbernecking
a garden plot
that thickens
with climbing
roses so rosy
taking time
to smell
the wine
take a sip
taste bud swish
always good
to pair
with
the proper dish
Going Down Under!
Toes step, from dry to wet sand
Foot sinks, bathes in waves
Whoosh, waves splash ankles to toes
Cold, cool water, how far should I go?
Waves pulls back, pulls sand into sea
Feet step, from wet to wetter sand
Feet sink, deeper in still
Cold, cool water, how far should I go?
Whoosh, waves splash ankles to knees
Waves deciding, I’m getting wetter
Whoosh, waves splash, knees to belly
Knees jelly, with my jelly belly
Whoosh, waves crash, belly to chest
Waves deciding, I’m falling backwards
Whoosh, waves smash, above me,
Falling, crawling, Going Down Under!
Noels_Art
Comments: Sometimes the water’s cold. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
AS I SAW THE COFFIN GOING DOWN
My heart bled
My eyes turned red
My aunt said
My child don't be sad
Because of pain
I was even losing my brain
My tears were like rain
Flowed from my eyes now and again
I was told this too shall pass
And my joy will grow up again like grass
To be strong I was told
My arms were fold
My eyes I closed
I prayed to the Lord
I prayed to my God
As I saw the coffin going down
On my knees I fell
As I saw the coffin going down
I sang with my soul it is well
PoeticMonwa
When Doc Johnson and his boy Jimmy,
Crossed the old bridge it started to squeak
Half way across,the bridge gave out
They fell forty foot down to a creek!
They sure were not expecting that.
When someone took them back to town,
Doc said, "We didn't really get hurt,"
"But it was a hell of a ride going down!"
Toxic love in its truest form.
I cannot let you go but,
I cannot conform.
Many years of tears,
and raised fists.
Too many of course,
we are both recidivists.
You finally went to the leave,
but I cannot let you go....
I cannot let us end this way,
I have to be able to show...
I love that I held in me,
and did not pass your way.
The sweet words that are still to be said,
and also the words I didn't say.
You want me to trust you,
But there are so many lies that you spun.
The horrible things that you have done to me,
They can never be undone.
Typing in a chat room one day
I met a chick from Tasmania.
She was quite vivacious and gay,
(Kylie Minogue, only brainier).
I taught her several new terms,
but what I said might have shocked her.
She asked, "Can computers spread germs?
I'd better call the Flying Doctor!"
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women know, and men blunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
I said, "I can show you Devon,
or even Rome or Paris."
You want a stairway to heaven?
Sorry -- I'm not Rolf Harris."
She said she'd loosen her stays,
If I didn't sully her or bully her.
She said, "I'm always looking both ways,
just like Natalie Imbruglia."
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women crow, and men thunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
Another Atlantic City hotel-casino is going away.
The once-esteemed Taj Majal closes its doors after Labor Day.
It has a big casino with tables and machines galore.
There are posh restaurants, a state-of-the art theater, and much more.
This place is truly a landmark at the New Jersey Shore.
However, it will be a part of history, and not around anymore.
The hotel still bears a presidential candidate's name.
In recent years, it has fallen into financial shame.
It's been awhile since that man has been at the establishment.
These days, he's too busy running for President.
Not long ago, he had four hotels in the city.
Soon he will have none. Does that seem like a pity?
from a news story found on New York Daily News.com
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