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Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
When winds are rough,
And tear at hopes and dreams
When days are dark, and nights are tough,
And over-long, it seems
When bitter clouds collect above,
And ache and break and pour
We'll batten down the hatches,
Just like we did before.
You see, to me - we're made to last;
To wait, contented, warm;
To stand and know the past has passed.
For now, it's just a storm.
If you should fray, or fall apart,
In any where or when
We’ll always try, with all our heart,
To make you whole again.
But if you do fall behind,
And break and shake to bits
The day will come where you will find,
The pieces still all fit.
That's quite enough of strain and strife,
And painful days, astray.
This isn't at all funny, life.
Enough for now, okay?
I have a dream to travel abroad
I tell myself, do everything to it
One day to make it happen when
If not I can make what I want
Come what may I still wish it
Is it impossible, no, I'll try
I keep on dreaming, walk, crawl
Lie in that direction far away
But I don't betray my dream well
So I got myself a piggy bank
I taped the lid of a shoe box
I put a day in every day I can
After all, on the box I wrote
"Hugh, to Maldives, here I come".
So funny the description I made
I put money in to start filling
Everyday, I'm crawling towards
My unpolished and unsure dream
Thinking of ways to put all the bills
I squeeze the box from time to time
How far it will be filled up I don't know
Looking at the window today by far
I can already imagine the plane
Landing in a hot nice country by sea
Slapping on the hot coastal sand
Sipping on a cold cocktail from where
I stand wearing this summer trunk beach
I came awaken this nostalgia realizing
I have to put again the bill to the box
To make this dream happen to reality.
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching between lyre to inspire -
And the sober thoughts of black.
If all I love is theory,
And if all I know is fiction,
Then why do eyes get teary,
To the tune of my prediction?
I could dream a thousand times,
And play the songs that flow.
If nothing else at least it rhymes,
With my heart and face aglow.
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching to inquire and tire -
All the sober thoughts of black.
It's far more fun to forget,
And to sing for what excites.
In ignorance it's nice to get,
A chance to see the lights.
Even if these words won't last,
I don't mind their stay for now.
Lyrics should be slow not fast,
We don't have to wonder how.
It's funny. The mind is taken aback,
Switching inspire to quiet fire -
And smoke's sober thoughts of black.
I'm sick and tired of the so-called muses,
especially the one who always chooses
to make it clear that I don't work hard enough,
yet, when I ask for a little help with my stuff,
she's always the first one who flatly refuses.
My muse yelled, "Stop! That's prohibited."
I said, "What?"
"The behavior you just exhibited."
I said, "What did I do?"
She said, "You took some lines that didn't belong to you."
I said, "Jeez! Instead of helping me, you're making me feel totally inhibited."
Someone asked, "Could you write without a muse?"
I said, "Probably could, but I'd refuse.
Why? Because a muse is so good at showing
what to tell the audience and what to keep it from knowing
so that you can keep right on going with your wild-ass ruse."
I was having a hell of a time
with a poem that shouldn’t ever have been mine.
The muse had made a big mistake
by giving me lines that shoulda gone to this poet named Blake,
of which I could make neither reason nor rhyme.
On the shopping chanel
They sold a watch
Not the chanel
I wanted to watch
Inspiration I need
Not a watch
Come on please
Help me plot
Seen a sketch show
The other night
Would you know
Not a drawing in sight
Fact of the mattter
Was total uncanny
A bunch of actors
Revealing their insanity
I shook my head
Questioning my entire
Turned to Bob Ross instead
Didn't help me inspire
Asked a friends help
To Paint my living room
Detail the shelves
Make it all bloom
They turned up confused
With eyes like starlets
As I started to use
My easel and palette
Maybe I had the answer
Hopefully not too late
To copy Frida Kahlo
I tried a self portrait
I set up my Canvas
And got a bit confused
After a few hours past
I got a bit amused
With all to two and fro
Heads start to spinner
I really let it go
And painted the mirror
Maybe Art ain't my passion
As I can't find Inspiration
I could try Fashion
But sharp pins and perspiration
Not to mention scissors slips
May be a big disaster
Fingers and meat that fits
Like that dress by Lady Ga Ga
©7 Spot Winner - Artimus The Poet, Susan Manley 12/24/2024
Inspired by a meme and my boyfriend.
Jealous Jill has had her fill
Of Jack's fortune and his fame
Jill is striking out alone
Creating her own game
Jill has skills, that Jack don't know
Skills that serve her well
Jill can write her own stories
The secrets she could tell!
Jill just wants to prove her worth
Dependent on nobody
Jill will prove her relevance
And live her life care free
People who meet you
Comfortably add sugar
In your life.
Funny people most likely
Are spices in life
It makes your day bright.
A person sparkle your eyes
Makes a good companion
The rest of your life.
hey ho
does an octopus know
how to juggle with eight cups and saucers
and the fish watching him
while the elephants swim
then he juggles with a turtle and tortoise
then ho hey
does the octopus say
I can do this all day round in circles
but an ache in my arm
in my arm, in my arm
and so on through all eight tentacles
so hey ho
let the octopus go
to bed nice and early with honey
to rest and recline
for a considerable time
so he doesn’t feel worn out and funny
ho hey
and a new octopus day
refreshed and all ready to juggle
so with cups and with saucers
a turtle and tortoise
but the elephant’s splash makes him struggle
hey hey
that’s not fair that’s not fair
so the octopus went somewhere quieter
where he practised a lot
and a lot more than not
and so now he’s a pro entertainer
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the power of joy
Of the scent of sorrow
Of the sound of shame.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of the feel of forgetting
Of the shades of loss
Of the taste of pain.
Something has been written, I am sure
Of all such things, but more
Of the colours love and doubt
What else may poets write about?
Mom said there's no time for a swim!
For sure, I was upset and grim.
The day was so hot-
Time for a quick shot!
Dunked my brainy head on a whim!
Cartoons makes me laugh
Creation of ingenious
Great human outlet.
Whenever I hear your name,
My heart starts to pound
I don't know if it's lame,
But in my eyes, thousands of emotions can be found.
At first, I don't know if it's love
Having that feeling makes my heart throb.
Your voice is a music in my ears
Repeatedly playing while forgetting my fears
I had this feeling, I kept for years
For I have seen you, with someone else's arms
Those times I cried river of tears
There's no doubt, I was captured by your charms
My heart was captivated for real
I was obvious, but it's hard to reveal
With those emotions I could barely conceal
I'm done confessing and its no big deal.
(Terza Rima Sonnet)
Elated illusions laugh at my reason
Creations of my mind erase dark shadows
I care I search for the joy in each season
Beauties this awesome only God can compose
His light glistens in the stars, the sun, the moon
Who floods our souls with dreams we never oppose
Life, at times, seems more like a funny cartoon
Than moments we’ve spent bringing our love to life
Time’s more crucial than a lazy afternoon
Even though we acknowledge a bit of strife
Our prayers are answered by stirrings of grace
Inspirations some don’t find until midlife
Rustling winds with dancing leaves I often face
Just when I feel like this life I can’t embrace