Welcome back, dear me
let’s sip vintage wine and merry be
awakening to a radiant dusk exactly as is,
caressed by sheer madness igniting
a dance a swing with a playful breeze
and to soak in evening’s tickled mist,
as reaching out to others completely
drains my core like an overused machine ;
my quality time lessened slain by kindness...
Now, my days taste the cherry of life
indulging in forsaken passions leisures denied…
Yes, it’s all because self-nourishment
rings aloud: buy that violet lipstick,
paint the moon with enthralled eyes… throw a sinful dessert party and ride the carousel with complete abandon!
If Mom calls and neighbour Pam asks for extra help in her garden, I’ll wink gently—
Say no. For my heart is running empty,
It needs to be fed with jazz's tempo
without the guilt trip. So, I’ll smile at my body
And leave all for a while, as real love begins
with me, lifting this soul on the halo of fire--
He who forces himself on to a woman has no shame
Be careful of playing the blaming game
Women need to stand their ground.
Stand up! Walk out! Don't be held down!
Rise like a phoenix from the ashes
Women rise up in masses!
One time. Two times. Three times passed.
You decide, women. When will be the last?
Women, tell the world how you feel.
Let your open scars heal!
He who knows it happened to you before,
Should not want to walk through that same door
Like an alarm siren, women, let your voice be heard
Create your boundaries! Utter that word!
NO! Say it over and over and over again!
Don't be put on a guilt trip for your pain!
Women need to stand their ground.
Stand up! Walk out! Don't be held down!
Away at a strip club
No clothes are on me
I misread the club rules
Now I feel silly
I’d removed my jacket
White shirt and black pants
Then off came my boxers
I wanted to dance
Two big burly bouncers
Dragged me off the floor
Though I’m still butt naked
They show me the door
I flag down a taxi
Although I’ve no cash
I’m dropped at my girlfriend’s
To her door I dash
She pays the cab driver
And gives him a tip
One look at her stern face
I’m on a guilt trip
She throws me a bath robe
And I put it on
Then I realise that
My work clothes are gone
Although it’s past midnight
She drives me straight back
And gets my belongings
Then gives me some flack
I say that I’m sorry
Won’t do it again
And if I go clubbing
From drink I’ll abstain!
08/08/23
God Is Faithful
Written: by Miracle Man
1-21-23
Sometimes when temptation has teens bound,
they must control their emotions to get a grip.
The quietude many seek can’t seem to be found,
and days become another extended guilt trip.
All this is the result of being tempted to sin,
and Satan is adept in making sin look good.
Temptation leaves minds filled with chagrin,
Satan is a purveyor of damnable falsehood.
1 Corinthians 10:13
“There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”
old man
receives guilt trip
succumbs
Finally I’m finding me the findings I was blind to see, my weakness is how I can be manipulated and deceived, the time I gave that wasn’t mine stolen leaving me behind, too quick to lend my hand and help disadvantaging myself, putting others first I fail undeveloped underwhelmed, not helping to win them over just don’t like them going under, I know what it’s like to suffer without thought help them recover, happiness is valuable, possessions money mean sod all, when you want the best for people sometimes you forget there’s evil, you forget the hate and bitter, because you don’t compete to better, you see good in human nature, you don’t care for rep or stature, some see weakness their advantage, they don’t help they choose to damage, you forget to understand desperate people need upper hands, submissive to help those in pain, those who really play a game, exploiting empathy for gain, out to guilt trip placing blame, but now I know the problem is tolerating fools like this, who know I cannot resist, learning life creates the twist, I have never been my strongest, honestly from now I promise, I come first
Advice,
Better late than never
I was advised to ask the Doctor
For a home visit
And within just 5 minutes
My Mother was admitted to A&E
Because in all honesty i think
towards the end she was screwing
with me getting in my head
Playing game's putting me on a emotional guilt trip
But come this time i have to admit
I am not a Doctor
Nor a Shrink
I am merely her Son
And my Love alone
Can not fix her
It's now up to the Medical Professional's
Let us sit at the table and enjoy a big feast
for I have baked the apple pie without yeast
I sang to the turkey and now he feels fine
so go ahead, uncork a bottle of ruddling wine
Give thanks with a grateful heart then eat
with gratitude & thankfulness, its all meat
except for the mash potatoes and the cranberry
its all pagan, this poor bird wil never drink sherry
If you see a bee in my season bonnet its because
I happen to love turkeys, with a whole lot of fuzz
I will not shine for you for sadly here he roosts
on a silver platter as we celebrate and boost
If you feel a little sluggish after the big fat meal
think of the pride that you plucked from his steel
once upon a time that old bird was a clucking
now he just sits and doesn't know a single thing
I'm not laying the guilt trip but all I say is this ,
the least you can do is give him a big kiss
So on Thanksgiving don't bow your head in vain
if you don't give thanks, then thats a crying shame !
Welcome back, dear me
let’s sip vintage wine and merry be
awakening to a radiant dusk exactly as is,
caressed by this new freedom igniting
a dance a swing with a playful breeze
and to soak in evening’s tickled mist,
as reaching out to others completely
drains my core like an overused machine ;
my quality time lessened slain by kindness...
Now, my days taste the cherry of life
indulging in forsaken passions leisures denied…
Yes, it’s about self-nourishment self- care
that rings aloud: buy that violet lipstick,
paint the moon with enthralled eyes… throw
a cheat party with the girls, ride the carousel—
then study French or backpack to Rio!
If Mom calls and neighbour Pam asks for
Extra help in her garden, I’ll wink gently—
Say no. For my heart is running empty,
It needs to be fed with laughter and stillness
Without the guilt trip. So, I’ll smile at my body
And leave all for a while, as real love begins
with me, lifting this soul on the halo of fire--
To welcome back, dear vibrant me!
Caren Krutsinger's Take Care of Yourself First
7/28/2018
If that's that then what's this?
If it's guilt trip,
I don't have time for it,
if it's fake bliss,
why can't I return even to miss?
If that's that,
and this aint' this,
take my brain,
take my prince,
and princess,
and eagerness-
take what it is the world started,
but you entangled with prints...
'You saved something that didn't live!'
How am I so important as it,
if you preach life liberty,
but death to it's kids?
How can you not go first,
if you've never even been?
couple late books
returned to library
the guilt trip
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on March 27, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (MAR 27) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Red lips taste sweeter
Than the chapped skin
Of the mother of your children.
Perfectly coiled curls
And low-cut silk nighties
Slip easily through your fingers
While your wife changes a diaper
And sings your oldest to sleep
The same way she has since Dad left.
He’s only six.
The baby’s two.
They’re old enough.
Old enough for their father
To leave them behind?
Stop trying to guilt-trip me!
I shouldn’t have to.
She still wears her ring,
Like some day you’ll change your mind
Or she’ll wake up from her nightmare.
Daddy’s not coming.
Daddy can’t make it.
Daddy’s busy.
It’s not your fault, baby.
Your wife cares for the family
You let fall to pieces
Like the marriage you swore
Until death did you part.
Not death.
Until her.
Don’t blame her for this.
After forever,
Your wife sends your children to school
And you watch them grow
Through your cell phone.
12/20/17
I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling
and your mirrors grow tired of that smile,
you will choke on the guilt trip denying you feeling
and drown in seductive style.
May your mascara run at each important moment
could you possibly lose all your hair,
for your looks are now really so unimportant
with your honesty stripped threadbare.
If ever you fall can I please then trip over
the crumpling heap on the floor,
can I tread on your head till the doctor says'dead'
crush your heart in the nearest door.
My darling your mind is a world full of lying
but guess who was fooled in the end,
the one who is best at the art of deceiving
could never have been my friend.
Neil Graham Marsden
Over there a hazy shape is making my flesh creep
A pound of darkness that appears from the deep
In the next room my young children are asleep
The shadow seems a stinky weirdo, it begins to flip
A case of a boozy husband and it's his guilt trip.
Twelve months later
I’m struggling for a motivator
To get me up in the morning
My life at present is stagnant and boring
Mixed feelings about my ex-wife
Am I missing her from my life?
Yes I’ve dated many people
But none have reached the height of her steeple
I miss the companionship
I’m on constant guilt trip
I think about her every day
When I see her it makes my day
How can I move on from this abyss?
Of desolate lands which the world will dismiss
A black hole in darkness of space
Reminds of the taste of overcooked mace
Do I continue this lie?
And keep looking through my glass eye
Or do I try and be strong
Identify where things went wrong
I need to sort out my life
Perhaps even have a chat to the ex-wife
Is the marriage salvageable or is this a blind spot
Or shall I just un-tie our love knot
Crying is not the answer
I need to eradicate this cancer
That consumes my world at present
Life is not a television segment
Created:-13/10/17
Finished 3rd place in Broken Hearted Poems competition
Contest sponsor:- Broken Wings
Contest Name:- Broken Hearted Poems
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