I used to lie out in the sun-
my getting tan was so much fun.
When summer ended, it still glowed,
then stayed that way until it snowed.
Fast forward now- it's shade for me!
Mast my umbrella, one two three!
Old skin inferred I know the score;
told me, can't take it anymore!
2026-06-14 Forever more poetry contest sponsored by Constance La France
So many questions about life's core
So many perspectives to reveal this ideal forevermore
What may come and what once went before
Much intrigue surrounds this concept forevermore
My soul will it be forevermore?
Full of earthly lessons learnt and kept in store
I walk alone along a seaside sandy shore
The sun the moon the stars will they also be here forevermore?
I postulate reincarnation many times an encore
Will this cycle be continued ongoing forevermore?
Past lives? No memories can I yet restore
In my next lives will I be a man forevermore?
All that's arcane I am kept in so much awe
when will it be revealed what might be forevermore?
I'll leave the answers to God, He will know the score
So much wisdom it seems like He's been here forevermore
BUT WE WON THIS WAR
TRUMP CONTINUES TO IMPLORE
WE ALL KNOW THE SCORE
one tiny bark from the dog next door
my two dogs turn silly, I know the score
barking back and forth can last for hours
three dogs excited, no dog cowers
entertainment for all three
their barks are huge, in no way wee
the neighbor and I wave, giving a tee hee
we are disturbing no one, since we live in the country
Repeating patterns, but none of them quite fit
As you come out to play again, with your latest trick
Away fooling all the others, then you are out fooling me
Keeping your options open, why will others not see
A door that never quite closes; always remains ajar
A light that always remains lit; no matter how far you are
Whispered words to beguile me, I am such a fool
Looking into the mirror, thinking you look so cool
With so many players in the game, just who am I talking too
But you still pull me; because you’re such a strange brew
Your puppet on a string, except the strings are now all broke
And I am running away; because now I have become awoke
Inside you really hate me, because I can see, and feel it all
But still left standing and thinking just how you have the gall
Now we’re left repeating patterns; security or in your mind lack
Either way we’re just going around in circles, no coming back
I continue to watch this story; I have a need to know how it ends
To understand all of its knowledge, and the message it all sends
Then when born into another life-time, I will know the score
And then I will see, just what mask it is for me that you wore
The light is on so now dance!
No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance.
You’re eighteen now boy no more.
Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before.
Men are men and know the score.
They’re there for you take galore!
Stand up straight and be a lad!
Pints and shots must now be had!
The wild in you now must be fed.
Then tamed your wild will be until you’re dead!
The world is cold, the world is weird.
You’re nothing until you’ve bed a score or more and proved your ‘hood’!
So this is what it is to be?
Remember success is who you know not who you be!
The loner types think too much and try to feel.
They look at life and try to find the quiet deal.
A thoughtful appreciation is frowned upon. Stag nights and strippers in Marbella is where you belong?
Walk your path, find your way.
If materialistic proof and money is your ‘hey’. I’m sure that life will treat your days and years in this superficial, unreflective, simplistic way.
Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.
Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
Do not tell me a thing about love no
Sure. Say a thing or else I resort to
Loveless none emotion. Do you if
You can exercise devotion would you?
Then then this DO NOT tell me of
The emotion I have explored on
Relentless unforgiving ground sound
Then down around. It's what all men
Know all to well from the almost
Belly OF HELL! Do NOT TELL ME MORE
I think I know the score. I have said
Before and I say again LOOK MY LOVE!
This then demonstrates the one I
Am. And this too it is a measure MY
HATE TOO MAY BE GREAT! Do not
Tell of a love forsaken me often
Mistaken.
You have made a big impression
On my whole recuperation
I’m forever in your debt
And i will never forget
The way you pulled me from loves war
Letting my heart know the score
There’ll be no more aprehension
Since this battle has been won
I know longer have to fight
You came along and made things right
Chasing away calamities
Causing all my injuries
Your healing hands have opened up
My heart that has been sealed shut
From hate that has been magnified
Surrounding me from every side
I thought i would have to retreat
But your loves helped me defeat
The pain that we sometimes possess
Leaving us in bad distress
Until the lucky day we find
Help to leave it all behind
It's getting darker
All the time
I sit alone
It's getting darker
With every poem
I try and include
Another a one single person more
You know the score
No need for or telling you
How stupid and disrespectful of me
Thinking or believing
It's only just poor little me
Who knows
It's getting darker all the time
As you yourself aren't blind either
It's just none of can see
When all the lights have gone out
And we are left
Contemplating and imagining
What is truly going on out there and happening
In the pitch dark journeying on this ride forth
All alone without someone else's
Comforting hand to hold onto
Kiss my lips and tell me lies
I don't trust your alibis
It may come as some surprise
I see the truth in your eyes
Don't you think I know the score
Heard it once or twice before
One thing that you can't ignore
I keep coming back for more
Sometimes I feel so accomplished
At other times I can't even think
I have a thought in my head
And it's gone with the next blink
I don't think you get it
Maybe it's hard to understand
I wish I could remind you
But my brain is like sand
It's older, not wiser
And the texture of wax
All hard until fire
Then melts, to relax
So don't try to tell me
This is all in my head
That's the one true statement
That you have ever said
Just think for one moment
How that other person might feel
Stop being so selfish
And realize this is for real
So forgive me for renting
I just want you to know the score
Start thinking how others feel
And how to love others more
4-15-23, Sat., 9:44am
The armament
Awakening into the harsh light
of blinding loyalty.
Jubilation and flags.
Soldiers synchronized
Stirring talks, hateful lies told
La vie en la rose
someone sings to stall time
The unthinking holler
Daring, the long night
The thinkers know the score
The smart knows too
but join, bet on the winner
Among the ruins, the unthinking walk
The scholars write books
the smart knows when the smell
of cordite is gone, the world needs
more weapons
Seeking the way.
Learning from today.
On my journey into tomorrow
I cast away , my deepest sorrow
For guidance along this path I take,
Besides learning from my own mistakes,
Are those who have walked here before.
Listen , because they may know the score.
That and more .
Life is just the classroom
For the future you groom
Students of the way
Should simply learn from today
knowledge is always sought,
just life lessons taught
Traveler through life
Avoiding all strive
While making this journey , lasting throughout your days
Always be following the light, to better ways
Okay, she agreed, but I will not go into the water; I do not need a suit.
I watched her march right in, trying to get a photo of the seagulls
Within minutes she was sitting in the ocean, waves tickling her toes.
Did you bring Mom’s suit? Our six-year-old asked.
Of course, I told him.
We both know the score.
We have seen her do this plenty of times.
She has the impulse control of a lava spewing volcano.
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