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I worry for the future
disappointed in these power games
those in charge play yet never suture.
They seem to act maliciously
for the populace but for themselves
they alone are all that matter ambitiously.
What of the common man or woman
the average Jane, Jose, Mark and Malik
who struggle everyday just to be citizen most human?
The power mongers say quite bold and loudly
they feel the heartbeat of the masses
while satisfying their wants unashamed and proudly.
Nothing changes
or if it does it has miniscule effect
evaporating in the non-contritional rhetoric.
Republican or Democrat policies assume
they are truly donkeys and elephants
in the senate and congressional rooms.
Alt rights or alt lefts and conservative liberals
lay in the backgrounds shouting and screaming
foul play as if they were pseudo embedded federals.
All the while these decision makers
grow wealthier hiding their greed
and displaying egos as the sole givers and takers.
I have lost faith's blade
in every word each repetitiously and gratuitously speak
and see the coming years as promise lost to the lathe.
I worry for the futures yet to come
the generations left with this foolishness to expunge
how will history record the age of America undone?
I feel worthless
Am I worth it?
I feel hopeless
Wondering if you'll ever save me
Save me
Save me from my saddened heart of dismay
The ocean of commotion
Is where you're swimming on your own
The sea of devilish devotion
Is where you abide ambitiously all alone
I am worthy of joyous love
I am worthy of hope and faith
I am honored high above
I am worthy, too, of strength
Yeah, I need to move on
I need to really move on
Before the break of dawn
Go ahead and pass through
The reckless water and waves of self-indulgence
Hater alligator, what's new?
Are you devouring the remains of future extravagance?
Bring me to the fountain of vitality
I want to find my way out of reality
Sing me to sleep in blankets of bliss
I have often dreamt of receiving happiness
I feel distress
In my heart of stress
I feel like a mess
Should I keep trying or give up?
Should I stand my ground again?
Maybe I need rest tonight
I'll try my best with my might
And take flight above it all
Above it all
I will stand tall like a warrior's wall, so hear my victory call
I speak to you
You don't listen
You're a heartless stranger
And a rueful man of anger
I am worthy of a better friend
A friend that will be by my side
From start to finish, beginning to end
Oh, can't stand your selfish pride
Put on humility and take off arrogance
Renew the remedy of relieving radiance
Swim your shore
Of I don't care anymore
Dive in deep waters
Be with the other betrayers
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me a reason
To move on
Give me one more reason
To follow in your footsteps
Till your footsteps are gone...
Till the moon turns into the sun...
Sick of the excuses of your desertion
Tired of your nasty denial and delusion
Grow up, why don't you?
Why don't you get the clue?
Why are you telling me what to do?
You're not my Father and you know it's true
You know it's true
So, don't deny it too
Swim your shore
To your hatred core
I did adore you
Until you drowned my hope
If you need my help,
I will say "NOPE!"
Catch you later,
Hater alligator...
Until then,
I'm moving on
With patience slow down the loss of youth,
it will inevitably get here soon enough;
Live in the moment black sheep rebel!
As you did, as you would, at sixteen;
It will inevitably get here soon enough,
paint each day gently no need to blitz;
As you did, as you would, at sixteen,
give yourself to the pull of heartstrings;
Paint each day gently no need to blitz,
each stroke adds to this canvas of life;
Give yourself to the pull of heartstrings,
ambitiously dream on a grande scale;
Each stroke adds to this canvas of life,
mundane hues or a spirited party;
Ambitiously dream on a grande scale,
lest you just survive microscopic;
Mundane hues or a spirited party,
live in the moment black sheep rebel;
Lest you just survive microscopic,
with patience slow down the loss of youth.
"You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today," Quote by Abraham Lincoln,
They say, "Do not wait until tomorrow what you can do today."
Mindful of laziness, Thomas always puts off what he can do today for tomorrow, for tomorrow is a new day. But tomorrow never comes. He lies under the trees in his hammock, playing video games on his cell phone and catnapping all day instead of fixing the hole in the roof. Later that day, a rainstorm is moving in from the field. With the scent of rain in the air and gray clouds nearly closing in, Thomas in haste jumps out of his hammock. Running into the garage in a hurry, he gathers a tarp, a bag of nails, and a hammer. Thomas ambitiously climbs the ladder to temporarily seal the hole, but the rain is moving too fast with the push of the wind. With the drumming of the rain and the striking force of the wind, poor Thomas is having a rough time. Not a single nail was struck into the tarp to keep it in place. The tarp was lifted with a capricious swirl and was airborne like a kite, with Thomas gripping tight to one end, then descended upon the ground, with water seeping into his home.
leaky skyward hole
physical laziness seed~
ill consequences
A single ray shone light through a knothole and anchored his thoughts
At daybreak for the spider-web’s shadow enlightened the beach hut
Tim had lived in a mansion but hardship had unburdened his soul
He was happy because the sun had risen once more over the waves
Time for reflection prayer morning and gratitude in solemn meditation
Nature had given him sight while thick lenses made up for short vision
A glimpse in the day of a sea faring poet
Like driftwood he floated in his quiet mind
Mist ascended as he cleared misgivings and screaming resentments
A ship’s foghorn reminded him that he was able to hear and to listen
It seemed only yesteryear that he had crafted an old-fashioned ear trumpet
From a magnificent sea shell gently covered in iridescent mother of pearl
He paid attention to his small surroundings enchanted by sounds of the tide
An inner world of contemplation followed the shore line straight to his soul
A silent reminder for a washed away scribe
Like whispering chants of today and tomorrow
He licked his lips and tasted salt and the voyage towards freedom
Embraced sea weed small pebbles and fragments of innocent time
Finely ground sand caressed his foundations and rooted his passion
Balanced roots of adventure with a medley of fragrance’s scent
Sea gulls guided his awakening in his modest harmony’s shelter
In his heart he touched a dolphin roaming the cusp of his being
Tim could be whatever he wanted as long acquiescing
Auspicious thankfulness to tame misguided intemperance
Content with what once had been and was and might be or not
He stepped outside into a realm of lightness and nourishment
Gathered what the ocean offered and collected tinder and planks
Wreckage from riding the crest too ambitiously and close to the wind
Kindling was generous and kind to him on this fine passionate morning
And fire burst into life crackled surged and sputtered and never went out
He had vowed to live on terms of beginnings and ends
Until night would fall for eternity and one final breath
22nd July 2019
It might be time
of the season
to recall
bipartisan reason
To remember
that we against you
and you against we
does not grow
a balance of powerful democracy
But, instead of balanced empowerment,
mutual cooperation,
Firing up eco-political double-binding
promises to relentlessly hate
what I resonantly like
and like
what I ambitiously hate,
offers only competitive
unbalanced runaway disempowerment.
Evolution of power,
regenerative,
requires dipolar both/and
healthy democracy Trust
where devolution of powers,
degenerative,
fade either/or polarizing away
from empowering resilient democracy.
Polarizing positions
are neither healthy
or wealthy
nurturing dispositions.
Mirrored Refrain
xaBA,xbAB,xaBA,xbAB
x represents the only lines that do not rhyme in this poem. A & B represent the refrain!
Linda-Marie
Angelic force,
draping over me, her canopy.
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me
You helped erect my "secret window"
Ambitiously chasing what I hunger!
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Our poetry sessions, I sit and reminisce.
Stress free, under this willow tree
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
When depressed and blue you come through,
relax me when feeling vulgar.
Her spirits alive within me,
unmasking the wonder of this youngster!
Every verse meant to impress this poetess,
an essence of the empress I aim to please!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me!
Harshest critic yet my biggest fan,
imperfections cast asunder
Her spirits alive within me,
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster
Death cannot take the gift I was given,
Linda-Marie!!
Unmasking the wonder of this youngster,
her spirits alive within me.
Jared Pickett
2/17/2014
Asavvy1
Sustain your strive; nobody will ignore them entirely.
Your life will have a whole hot tune if you're brave.
When things turn out badly, we might be in a fury.
But, yielding is not for you even in your loud lake wave.
We were astounded by the breeze, and you'll excel.
We can't earn what we need; thus, we pace with the flow.
We can't avoid it. As anticipated, the issue dwells.
Would you check your arranged time in the row?
The focus of life is to confer as much as possible.
To start a fruitful day afresh, perform a spare tune.
Waves may spread and also refract the postural.
Awareness allows taking grasp of any halt boon.
In awful situations, fade has no impact on mood.
We have yet to enter a significant stage of life.
Our bodies and spirits must always sync, not feud
The diversification is both extensive and strife
A superior portrayal of each feeling! Spirits cry.
Utter beating your heart again, and sing the fresh melody.
Reckon ambitiously, and your angels will fly into the sky.
Don't allow a faulty mindset to render you poorly.
Even if everything fizzles, hold your eyes open.
You have stayed high since I am on your edge.
Future may fade! Your actions sway your decision.
Put forth an attempt to focus on your pledge.
Searching for a flaw in our deeds is a misuse of sway.
We might avoid it if we have the choice of finding an error.
We did not cause any anguish to them in any way.
Indeed, the peaceful water might cause major terror.
Written: July 6, 2021
A Brian Strand July 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
while figuratively hunting
and pecking around me noggin
force hum theme to write about
lo and behold, the solution
stared me right in front
of my little knob nub nose with gentle clout
cuz, as an avid bookworm, the dictionary,
I enjoy expending hours
to drink up etymological history
relating to the origin and
historical development of words
and their meanings.
with no shadow of a doubt
and most times, this animatronic,
the technique of making and operating
lifelike robots, typically for use
in film or other entertainment
dogmatic, enigmatic fugee dooby
brother beastie boy
(actually a mwm) dislikes to flout
his abilities, hobbies, interests,
as aches hike kant imagine being treated for gout
a disease in which defective metabolism
of uric acid causes arthritis, especially
in smaller bones of the feet, deposition
of chalkstones, and episodes of acute pain.
Boot lemme return full circle
to thematic core curriculum aye started to aim
and express gratitude
to the ghost of Noah Webster,
who gets credit yet also blame
if some snide haughty guttersnipe,
some slovenly individual feels snubbed,
and hence, living personage, said descendent(s)
of oblivion, whatever unknown
man or woman to living persons
stake a valid claim
that his/her many generations removed
heir (Harris), and or heiress ancestor (proven
with tangible researched reportage,
then cited with countless
prestigious explorers of English language),
that a daunting scrivener perhaps
even a courtesan or rich dame
rightfully ought to receive the fame,
thus such living relative might
upend the huck cult personality be game
to dare challenge secure historical niche
ambitiously held by Mark Roget (1779–1869),
British physician, natural theologian
and lexicographer. It was released
to the public on 29 April 1852.
The original edition had 15,000 words,
and each new matured edition
of the Thesaurus grew larger.