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It is your choice to change for people's sake,
While you hide lengthy lies beneath cool smiles...
Like none would ever be known for being fake,
Till it sucks intentional test of trust's miles.
Tell the truth, be mad to save coming shame,
For lie only makes you real for a while...
Until it becomes crazy to be game.
Then, trust would tell you of your pasts compile.
Time to face reality hits hard to earn
What fear has made you lose unto pretense...
Until then, little things ain't of concern
To note what does justify love's defense.
For all those years, months or weeks you did cheat,
While s/he holds on to divided affair-
Like it's it not what love and lust compete...
But sooner, it turns memories unaware.
Block your ex, remember how it was done,
Denying yourself of open grace while lost
Yet thought you have been found by love, trust won
But unknown the search just began accost.
It will cold smack you in the face
No regard, no respect, just a hard, straight right
Now you're confused and staggered so you look to plead your case
But no one cares so you better learn how to fight
So put your 'dukes' up and start sticking and moving
Did you think or could anyone think you would be a pugilist?
A mobile punching bag receiving blow after blow but you ain't losing
You're standing in the big ring, showing your worth with powerful fists
In this ring, blows will accost you in the late-night hour
Rudely snatching your sleep and leaving ugly bags underneath your eyes
The next day you're in a fog with no zest or power
Trying to find reason or reasons for your seeming demise
It will grab you and place you in a chokehold
Just sucking the life from your chest
And cause you to spend lonely nights in a hospital where the corridors are cold
Even after you've been released and you return home, you soon find there is still no rest
So fight! Fight you must and will do
Endure round after round and pound after pound
When you stand in this ring, you must see it through
Spectators are watching with prying eyes, just wondering if you will go down
E'er the mists about the reeds
Retell of terror and ghastly deeds
The headless omen that wanders yon
The moonless shadows that fright the fawn
And gloom the meadow and grove beyon'
The slight weeping upon the breeze
The gaping maw betwixt the trees
The silver rill and naked chill
That glimmer and run down a broken hill
Where writhing shadows accost the sky
And blame the dusk for where they lie
For in the light they find no grave
For fear of night, never delved, -
Nor ritual spell their souls might save
Left to desecrate a verdant wood
Before the crying bowers the gawkers stood
The youngest screams seem turned to tears
In eyes and hearts and whelming fears
Cowards fell where courage made charge
Too late, too late by such wide a marge
They left them there, they could not bear
E'en their own blood could not drive them ere
And though the moon would have his head
Selene in wrath marked the children dead
And cursed the grove and the little town
That listened well whilst he cut them down
And bade them delve hallowed graves
But none such from such cowardly knaves
Nor mattock lifted, nor earth sifted
Nor spade, hence apace no curse lifted
Bleeding hearts doth mark the maw
The crow, the raven, doth caw and caw
Through the night and to the dawn
Hark sleepless cowards, ye curtains drawn
As barren as the desert, tears
No children's laughter heard in years
Nor fruitful harvest, nor answered prayers
Nor fortune weeping where cowards dare
Not lift the shroud of woven fear
The frail threads they hold so dear
Their own lives before others
Rueful kin, sisters, brothers
For whom the years have made so bitter
For the pulse would cease atwitter
And lay thee there bereft of graves
Nor painted upon the picket staves
Sorrow masks nor paltry remittance paid
At last ye layest in the beds ye made
Not one is left that draws a breath
Forever in grapple with their children's death
Never shall the innocents rest?
Never shall the guilty, by divine behest!
But lift each child to such godly height
That they may forever rest in eternal night
Mysterious displacement of matters where
Spring forgets like fumbling fingers in blossoms
arresting visions lingering colossal
~jewels rule pastimes
Then Summer entertains those withering loss
call a drummer accost this way in breaths pools
beached conch shells malingering orange descends
~warms young beater's suite
A lifting Fall of memories beset heaps
across retiring boughs release the neglect
obliged astir spiced slumbers of golden birds
~chop resounds a weigh
Jack Frost recalled when Winter stalled -- cold resolve
blue glacier iceberg Irish temperature
pleased those icy treats cool in rime or freeze in
~luck pulls north-south poles.
Those who tell us to be NICE
aren’t
they shout their PC gospel
in your face
while admonishing you for
your rebuttal
They accost each other
like third graders
left alone in the
school yard
and
when cornered
by a simple inquiry
point wildly
SHOUTING
“He/She started it”
for
they cannot abide
the sound
of one hand clapping
insist on offering
validation
of the absurd
with their inanely
unrelated
talking points
they have not learned
that
“sound bites”
leave teeth marks
on the rational
of acquiescent
assemblages
that
wildly waving arms
and grimaces
only serve to remind us
of crazy
Uncle Charlie
and since
we cannot call
a duck - a duck
we nod
purse our lips
look at the list
of cloned clown
candidates
hesitantly pull
the lunacy lever
sadly place the
I VOTED
sticker
in our pocket
having exercised
our RIGHT
our PRIVILEGE
to vote
John G. Lawless
©9/4/2018
On a dive to wreck of good ship "Soul"
I noticed a door locked tight.
Over I swam to peer inside a keyhole
Expecting it be blocked up tight.
In shock I pulled eye back in awe.
For I saw an eye in hole
Staring right back at me through door
Eye to eye, delving within, soul to soul.
I looked again; alien eye had move well away.
As I stared the eye returned
On head of blue-ringed octopus it lay.
A human eye on Cephalopod head adorned.
The shock recalled a memory long lost
Of a lover's deeply piercing eyes
Always there poised to engage, accost
With suckered arms through keyhole poised for pries.
As the present year slides slowly into slumber
I shall strive, next year, to things somewhat less dumber
Than wearing my galoshes in the summer
I shall, in fact, walk barefoot on the beach
And leave my sandals so far out of reach
The seagulls I’ll impress with my loud screech
And when the bumbling bees accost the rose
I’ll spray them with the still unraveled hose
Protecting her for she’s the one I chose
Remembering the mills will surely close
I shall no longer wear “carbon based” clothes
And when arrested claim eleven toes
I shall take a vow of silence dawn to dusk
And clothe myself in eco-friendly husk
And hope the crows don’t land upon my tusk
I shall recycle all the cardboard left behind
By mobs who’d have us all think as one mind
For the man who owns the dog knows which is blind
And I shall write of joyous things, nothing off key
In the hope that happy thoughts will set me free
Unless the door is locked when I must pee
Some try to break you because they're broken
as they don't know of any better
So many ill words have been clearly spoken
& you'll watch them eat every letter
This can be seen as food for our starving souls
that we eat so we can learn
Many are consumed by what it is they owe
but these are debts that they have earned
I've learned to embrace the lessons given
so I can use what I've been taught
This life is really a school of many classes
an experience that can't be bought
Be careful of fools as they've been blinded
& are unable to see their foolish ways
Every now & again they will be reminded
that their souls have been led astray
Some of these stray cats haven't a home
so they make beds out in the wild
Just know when you sleep you are alone
with all of your acts considered foul
These acts are disguised as hidden blessings
for both you & those that you accost
You never know with whom it is you are messing
until the bill comes & you see the cost
I see myself in lines of poetry I've written
flying and crawling, laughing and bawling,
winning and losing, breathing and dying ~
as a river current meandering where I choose to go
moonlight on a cold dark night, casting a soft glow
a flower bud patiently waiting to rise above the snow
wind whispering the names of loved ones where I flow
I see myself in lines of poetry I've written ~
the pursed lips waiting to be kissed and to passion awoken
baleful eyes that cry when insensitive words are spoken
the fragile heart that is valued as more than just a token
a woman abused, but whose spirit has not been broken
I see myself in lines of poetry I've written ~
the rendered smile that radiantly appears, unrehearsed
a hand gently tending someone who needs to be nursed
a warm ray of sunlight beaming, after a sudden cloudburst
the words, "I love you," ardently said without being coerced
I see myself in lines of poetry I've written ~
the foot avoiding a delicate flower in the crack of a sidewalk
a silent prayer when my voice was not strong enough to talk
the desperate fish trying to escape from the talons of a hawk
a door waiting to open when opportunity comes to knock
I see myself in lines of poetry I've written ~
as hope that sometimes flounders about, but is never lost
with faith in God, stronger than the erudite, Goethe's Faust
in love that is freely given, no matter what price the cost
as memories time will never destroy in an attempt to accost
I see myself in lines of poetry I've written ~
blue skies turning gray when billowing storm clouds arrive
a sweet memory nearly forgotten as it's put in an archive
the last withered leaf clinging to its tree, struggling to survive
a deep breath taken, hoping it's not the last to keep me alive
Thomas was a cat who was born into a charming life
Once upon a time he had a gorgeous amorous wife
She disappeared in the middle of a storm one day.
He did not wait around, knowing her need to play.
He was a sage old dude, who could entertain himself.
He did not waste any time moping, did not sit on a shelf.
He developed his psychic abilities and oversaw the village.
Ready for all attackers, who came to accost or pillage.
He was the steady look out, the wise cat who knew the score.
He protected the kittens, the old maids, the widows and more.
They appreciated his efforts and fed him lasagna at his door.
He was known as Tenacious Tom in Tomcat County, forever more.