This relationship is gonna bust
If you don't bring back the trust
That we promised to each other
You seem like its such a bother
To fix things that are going wrong
We used to be solid and strong
Now the weakness is on you
I don't know what else to do
I'm giving it all I've got
Thinking we might have a shot
But no matter what I do
It is not affecting you
I'm giving 100 percent
But it's not making a dent
In the problems we must nail
Your efforts making us fail
Your not tryna help at all
Like you want us both to fall
What's making you give us up
Am I boring, not enough
To keep your attention span
I want us back where we began
Come on give it one more try
Before you leave and say goodbye
Red pill, blue pill, old pill, new pill,
Each tablet has music you can whistle.
Side effects and brand ones—we all have a shot,
Vitamins and sunspots are our health dots.
From headaches to heartburn, we seek relief.
Medicine melodies, the rhythm of our belief
Pills, syrups, and creams—a symphony of care,
Our bodies are the orchestra—with each note, we repair.
Some are sour; others sweet or hard to swallow.
But each one has a chance for a better tomorrow.
A chorus of healing, a choir of health,
Medicine melodies—our hardship is their wealth
So let us sing along with each dose we take.
A melody of gratitude for each pill we make.
Without them, we'd suffer in pain and strife.
But with pills melodies, we can live a vibrant life.
Idea sixty-two flew by me on her way to the meadow.
I put my right hand out and she slapped it as she giggled past.
Okay, that’s fine, I told myself. I will get the next one.
I am up to a hundred and sixteen ideas.
Do not ask me how I know, I think my muse keeps track.
This one put on her rollers and skated over my feet as she left.
I feel like I have a shot at capturing the next one.
My muse laughs.
Everything you did to me
Is already done to you
What a weak man it takes to rape
You can never take my essence
In fact your muddy mutters rather
Sound like desperate crimson cries of an infant
One who had too little of this too much of that
And still your parents are not your scape goat
You choose to try and take what is lacking inside of you
You refuse to strive and make your soul worthy of a view
that even sinners have a shot at redemption and forgiveness
So as sordid sips and Freudian slips you dip inside ME
trying to find YOU...oh lost soul.
Here is what happened to me
after the rain shame and defeat dissolved
I remained a level of anger that is
quiet and reserved but strong as in an activist
You can not take my innocence for your strength
It does not work that way for I am a magnet
I pull your strength and grew the balls
you wish you had to be a real power
that flesh between us is temporary
but the soul we have is eternal
and you stain yours with cruelty and lack of worth.
I turned to my wife
With desire in my eyes
And my loins a little disjointed
Forestalling sin,
She asked with no grin,
¨Kind sir, do you have an appointment?¨
You'll need to make an appointment
If you wanna have a shot at love
I was having a chat
With a sweet bureaucrat
Whose curves nature had appointed
The moment seemed right
When up came the red light
And a billboard reading, ¨Make your appointment¨
In the future, you'll need an appointment
For love, for kindness, for care
Some justice of the peace
Will preside your release
Or decide on your fate of despair
In time we'll be damned
To a hostile land
Ruled by gods we ourselves anointed
Hey, you get what you give
So don't ---- where you live --
Or at least not without an appointment.
You said what
No I did not
You said hot
No I am not
You said shot
I wish I had
But that would be very bad
As well as very sad
Because what if I had not
Asked you why you are hot
Not for me to have a shot
But just because you said what
What, hot, probably not, then best to give up on the shot
As it is all now lost
DAMO
Congratulations!
2019 is the expectant year.
You will get a baby, if you are expecting one.
If you are expecting to say "no" to a puppy, but you have an
eight-year-old who wants one, and you are not firm, you might
get one, so expect this to possibly happen.
You will get a vibrancy and fun-filled life, if you think you will.
You will lose all of your money at a casino, if you believe in losing.
If you do not expect to lose, you have a shot at maybe enough money
to buy a pair of hot pink jogging pants with the words Treasure Island running up the leg in fancy schmancy rhinestones..
If you expect them to fall apart in the washer, they will though.
If you expect to get run over by a truck, well, that can also happen.
2019 is the expectant year, after all.
This mirage like distance
Are you there, are you not?
I could reach out to you for instance
Hold out my hand and feel like I have a shot
But this closeness is all in my head
Your image dissepates and I sink in quick sand
And it's this mirage like distance that I don't get
I can't understand, I hold out my hand
I can see you, always within my field of vision
But inches are really miles of land
Further and further, I have already lost my destination
My eyes are chasing this image that can't be caught
Are u there, are you not?
Reaching out, trying to grasp nothing more than a thought
This mirage like distance is all I got
This relationship is gonna bust
If you don't bring back the trust
That we promised to each other
You seem like its such a bother
To fix things that are going wrong
We used to be solid and strong
Now the weakness is on you
I don't know what else to do
I'm giving it all I've got
Thinking we might have a shot
But no matter what I do
It is not affecting you
I'm giving 100 percent
But it's not making a dent
In the problems we must nail
Your efforts making us fail
Your not tryna help at all
Like you want us both to fall
What's making you give us up
Am I boring, not enough
To keep your attention span
I want us back where we began
Come on give it one more try
Before you leave and say goodbye
On New Year's Eve I was a wreck,
I didn't have a shot...
fearing I would get extremely sick
and spill out my gut.
I went out without a coat
gloves, scarf and hat,
thinking it was still Fall;
the harsh wind blew everywhere,
even walking was tough.
I reached home before nightfall,
and drank hot tea to relieve
the chills and the steady cough.
The new resolution is too unrealistic to keep,
I have to make changes to my diet: eat
more fruits and veggies, lose some fat
in my tummy and be as fit as an athlete;
I won't win a gold medal, but staying fit
it's worth my time and effort...wish me luck!
Written on 1/3/2017
Chastity is never fruitful, clever or right,
But we should all have a shot of the kite,
That lovers’ swing that makes you happy,
Disallowing the impudent or the snappy.
Sex sets you up for the day and for life,
When computers, friends don’t have life,
It propounds the right an raises good,
Ramifies that which you have understood.
It's nice and sunny today
but this week's been rough,
more snow than I can handle
this Winter has been quite tough.
Twice already in three days
we've been blasted by snow,
I'd like to express to this Winter
"Come on. Just let it go!"
Father Winter wants to hang on
for as long as he possibly can,
"You have to give it up.
Just throw in the towel, old man!"
Spring is showing up tomorrow
she will want to have a shot,
sprinkling rain, making flowers bloom
making the air nice and hot.
I'm afraid that the snow
will stick around until July,
I won't take this anymore, Old Man
with me, it just won't fly.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.19/2015
Saturday night into all day Sunday, we got blasted with 35cm of snow. Tuesday night into Wednesday, we got blasted with another 30cm or so, on top of that. This Old Man has been relentless. Our city broke the snowfall amount on Sunday, by 5cm. So far, we've received around 451cm since February. And to top that off, we're in for more snow this coming Saturday. ARGH!!!!
I’m sure you’ve never heard of her –
Her name was Judith Scott.
The cards were stacked against her
So she didn’t have a shot.
Both Down’s and deafness were her lot;
Her twin was not affected.
An institution was her home
Where nothing was expected.
When she was in her 40’s though,
Her sister got her out
And only then did she first taste
What life was all about.
A center for disabled folk
Taught art and Judith thrived.
In sculpture using cloth and objects,
Artistry arrived.
Her colorful creations now
In Brooklyn* can be found.
Together they’re displayed and titled
“Bound and” yes, “Unbound.”
No one knew what Judith Scott
Was thinking while creating,
But she’s the proof within us all
Potential might be waiting.
*Brooklyn Museum
Shattered Heart
Wish I had a story to tell
But I doubt I could tell it well.
For there’s a wall around my shattered heart,
Scribbled down lines at an attempt to start.
My mind is open but my thoughts aren’t free,
There’s a shadow of mystery surrounding me.
For every time you’re close, I run away,
While spending my days trying to make you stay.
I don’t know when I’ve gained, but I know when I lose,
I run around crazily with my neck in a noose.
I desperately search for what I already got,
But I’m determined to fail when I have a shot.
I’m a distant runner yet I’m standing still,
I’m an open book with a closed seal.
Trained to attack but this dog don’t bite,
I love to pick but hate to fight.
So my greatest advice to you is to let me be,
I’m way too complicated from what your eyes can see.
I’m a shattered heart with no time to heal,
A tortured soul left after a kill.
It's so much fun,
When the night's just begun;
Giggles and gossip among friends.
But the more we drink,
The manlier we think;
And that's when the trouble begins.
Hey! Bartender,
Could I get two fingers
Of tequila for each of us here.
And if that ain't enough,
Since we think we're so tough;
We'll all have a shot and beer.
We bump and we grind,
And twirk our behinds;
Then up on the tables to dance.
Usually laid back,
Now WATCH OUT JACK;
Our wild side alcohol enhanced.
We burp and we fart,
And dare to throw darts;
We don't even suck in our gutt.
We were doing so well,
Then all went to hell;
When a dart hit the bouncer's butt.
He started for us,
Not expecting much fuss;
But feeling no pain we avail.
We beat him down,
Ordered another round;
And as usual end up in jail.
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