Wow! The id - Psychological you
With theory of observation I learn
Cognitive! Woot! Woot! Whoa what style
I recollect I see thru these very eyes and
yearn
Theory of Dreams - I visualize reality
REM - - Images in my sleepy mind
It's quite contraire - I reckon
The truth be know within to find
All in the brain - The IQ, the wit
Intuition at its best .Whoa! Enlightening
I wake up now after NREM at end
On the dark side what I see is relatively
Frightening
A hideous doll became something nice:
A demon permitted a high price.
The monster shall, soon, through earned cash slice
Its seller dreaming to eat stewed rice...
Last week, The cheap like poison for mice
Now reason to drive hard bargain thrice.
"I just love the Angel", said Ann twice.
She'll forego the sprays she'd planned for lice...
But in Heaven to keep the thing vice,
Not once some Christians gave their advice
Much surprised at how such things entice
A word of wisdom should one suffice...
On nearly all things Ann throws a dice,
Soon, the irreconcilable splice,
A doll not what she readily buys,
Dollars not for dolls, when there are pies.
Beautiful things encapture me,
As though I am within glass,
Ice blue eyes,
A weakness of mine,
The way he smiles,
Another layer of glass,
I should not feel such things,
Blurred behind so many layers,
Isolated by such a man,
Taken so abruptly,
Only to be cast away just as fast,
Another layer of glass between us,
A beautiful thing I must lay to rest,
My heart was yours,
But never would yours be mine,
Cast away such a fruitless venture,
Enraptured by your beauty,
Yet ultimately rejected by your hideousness,
Things that lie beneath that glass,
The ugly truth of love and lust,
Lust is what you feel strongest,
Love is what I aspire for,
Glass it blurs, confines,
Ultimately I was blinded by you,
Your beauty ending just below your skin,
Such a marvelous disaster we were,
Now, we must part ways,
Glass walls surrounding us both,
To blur such things once again
The leaves of red and yellow are falling,
in the trees the wind is sobbing;
and on doors Halloween kids are knocking,
a trick or treat they are wanting !
Little kids costumes are cute and darling,
but older kids are frightening;
some so real that I am left wondering,
could they be the real thing asking !
One hideous creature moved like lightning,
as I turned and started running;
then, the creature was whispering- kissing,
and my frantic screams silencing !
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October 16, 2021
Poetry/Monorhyme/Hideous Creature
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1397-891-16
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Halloween Monorhyme
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 11/9/2021
Sand flows much too quickly in that goldarn hour glass
I'm no spring chicken, but I'll have to take a pass
If a guy thinks he rocks
Wearing fuzzy socks and crocs
That nerdy look is just too dorky for this lass
I've had lots of men flirt with me throughout the years
But one dressed like that and I'd be laughing with tears
He'd make an impression
And from my expression
He'd be very embarrassed by guffawing jeers
There's a rumor about Batman going around
When he saw Robin wearing socks and crocs in town
He swatted him with a "ZONK!"
"Why are ya dressed like a punk?"
"Take those hideous things off or you're going down!!"
I've always admired a man who has self respect
One who dresses with class and style, I'd not reject
I'd call him a silver fox
In well-shined shoes, he walks
But in fuzzy socks and crocs, he'd look train wrecked!
Guys, if you want a lady's provocative glance
Invite her to dinner and then share a slow dance
But remember that your shoes
Will give her the helpful clues
She requires to let your flirting lead to romance
June 10th, 2021
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
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Whenever I'm up to something,
A hellhound chases me,
A gory figure with blood oozing out
The bloody dog growls and roars at me;
"I'm the one to decide your fate!"
The ferocious ghoul bites and tears the life apart;
This hideous cycle of birth and death forth repeats,
And the hound is the guard forever!
We call it money,
And something that's the most valuable;
So let the days pass in the hustle.
Livin' all life in psychotic anxiety!
Is this even unevaluable
For the brightest minds
Who spend it all in apparent passion,
Futile greed, nasty narrow-mindedness
And foolish ignorance,
Banishing emotions
And peaceful happiness?
Or living it all in emotions!?
Stay far y'all
From true wisdom;
And be torn apart
By this hideous beast "Time"
I received a packet of seeds that read wildflowers,
the seeds were a variety of shapes and tones;
some big and some quite small,
I planted them and watered them and waited.
Soon, green sprouts were starting to show,
and some were growing very, very fast;
it looked like a vine and in no time had hooked,
tentacles everywhere and not pretty either.
I asked a friend what she thought this plant was,
and she said- these are runner beans;
I hated them and ripped them out of my garden,
but they still come back and I keep ripping them out.
They are hideous and ugly and definitely
not wildflowers!
Added after Judging August 18, 2019
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Written - August 8, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Those Hideous Vines
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1276-522-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, "Mystery Seeds"
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
First Place
Fishing with Dynamite
Boom! goes the dynamite as we fish for fish
No line, net or hook needed
Just a few sticks of dynamite and a Zippo
Light the stick and toss it in
Wait a few seconds and Boom!
There’s a dozen fish ready for the pot
Try not to use fast burn sticks
You’ll end up in heaven or hell
And make sure you throw it far
You don’t want splash backs
Or to sink your boat if afloat
I’ve caught sticklebacks and great whales
And a U-boat and dozen other types besides
Ate my fill in twenty nations
While dynamite fishing
It’s no good for the reefs
But we pay off the officials
No permits needed
You know how it is cash talks
So I’m allowed to fish where I want
And am off to France soon
Followed by Spain and Italy
To do some illegal Boom! fishing...
from Side of the Hill – Varied Poems... Nick Armbrister
Well I am here.
Right where you want.
Crushed right underneath your feet.
Grown wild and free,
Left unhindered,
just became the enemy.
I'm all alone.
Identified.
A standout in the garden.
A renegade.
I touch, they die.
An unintended weapon.
So I just stay.
Soak in the sun.
I persist in corruption.
Am I just one,
among hated?
Among worst of thousands?
I die alone.
Die in public.
Die to make your dreams grow.
Don't let me go.
I'm not so bad.
A flower's still a flower.
No matter how.
No matter where.
No matter the damage done.
I'm hideous.
I'm ominous.
An ugly infestation.
Wish to be wild.
Wish to be free.
Wish for my grand salvation.
i feel like im stuck, with nothing to do, you may call me crazy, but no thats not true, im sick in the head, but i dont have the flu, i know right from wrong, but i dont have a clue. you may wonder why, the sky is so blue, im standing at gates, but i can not go through, you may call me short, but i already grew, bring back the old, and out with the new. i can not dismiss, what i already knew, my blood is so thick, as thick as beef stew, if i told you my thoughts, i know you'd say ooh, i dont crush the leaves, i make my own brew. my thoughts are so toxic, and lethal like goo, i know i cant fight, but i dont need kung-fu, i have to admit, im part of a crew, im stuck in my head, im stuck there like glue. im ugly on the out, but not on the in, when girls look at me, its like a kick in the shin, the harder i try, the less i will win, it pains me to say, ill never have kin. im dull like a knife, but sharp like a pin, i swim in the sea, but i dont have a fin, i dont know how to live, but i am good at sin, my soul has been taken, and thrown in the bin.
No one can understand, it's not something like I've read.
Loud continuous buzzing noises filling up my head
Constantly building in intensity they forever ring
Those buzzing crackling noises continuing to sing
I Lose my concentration,unable to even see.
Want to stop the buzzing,like cicadas in a tree.
Sometimes I cannot take no more,I just want simple peace.
I"ll go somewhere and scream out loud hoping they will cease.
I know it's my condition,to battle every day.
These annoying sounds in my head that never go away.
This is my affliction, there are days I want to run.
Tinnitus is not dangerous it just is not so fun.
Sometimes they'll diminish or somedays aren't so bad.
But,I have had them now about ten years which to me is very sad.
The procedure was a simple fix it was an easy thing.
Instead it caused noises in my head that constantly would ring.
I have so much I want to do to live a normal life
But living with buzzing ringing noises has become my constant strife.
I pray someday that they'll just stop,these noises that I plague me
That they will stop forever and then I will be free.
Hideous dreams,
Littered with false hopes and dead faith,
Where streets of insecurities,
are walked by the grim,
Where the sky shines gray,
Light nonexistent through the eyes of death,
And all that is as it was,
is not as it seems,
Hideous dreams,
Comprised of disloyalty and deceit,
Where a sun of insincerity,
Is shone upon the vain,
Where the clouds bleed red,
Trust nonexistent through the gates of hell,
And all that is as it was,
Is not as it seems.
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