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Pulling Punches Off Thrones

Pull no punches

Game no Thrones

Salt your favorite food less and less

Undress not in the company of others
unless of course you plan on swimming

And do it then whilst undercover or
in a bolted clock room closet

Never let or give all your very best
secrets away

Maybe keep them well and truly hidden
for another day or moment in time far
more relevant than this

And when you kiss do it with
your eyes wide closed 

And if they are not your lover stroke 
partner be that rather on the cheek 
forehead or nose

So as to not russel to many feathers
and end up sleeping downstairs on
the couch

Even if you don't really mind as it feels
to you much like camping and you can
watch what you want on t.v without the
fear of interruption

Make take and pack yourself lunch
once in a while don't always buy it
from a roadside van or greasy spoon
cafe

Sometimes follow your heart and stick 
with your first initial choice and listen 
to what your intuition tells you

And I am not saying everything will
be plain sailing and absolutely peachy
in regards to life 

But whenever is it or was it supposed
or you told it will be and just exactly
who said that and the reason why

Because that sounds like something
someone would say in order to simply
just placate you 

Rather than promise to tell you the
hole truth and nothing but the truth

So help me God

With a lie instead 

Pull no punches
Game no Thrones

When it comes to dealing with grown 
up adults

As apposed to young children


Entitled

I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you

Who even are you?  
I don't even know you!
You've become a stranger,
The money's changed ya,

Are you even any happier?
Because you seem snappier, 
crabbier and on occasion angrier,
So it seems you're more unhappier, 
Than happier

Money talks apparently,
And we know all about your currency,
That's your hot topic your money
Money money, Ain't it funny.
Not!

Its really not interesting,
Listening
Again and again as you boast,
No one's remotely engrossed,

About your latest big spend,
Or your new rich friend,
How's the air up there?
On that high horse, ne'er 

Even the horse can't bear it,
It would appear I'm now a misfit,
I no longer fit, Your new adylic life 
I'm unfit, oh dear god the strife! 

Unfortunate isn't it,
Because if we rewind just a bit,
Once upon a time we were close
We were tight knit as apposed

To now!
You were my hero pow,
I aspired to be just like you! 
I worked so hard to, 

Just to get your approval,
Yet all I received was disapproval 
But when I really needed you,
You didn't care, it's true 
You weren't there

I'm still suprised,
That I was surprised,
But What did I expect,
Mr Scrooge 
Too swop in and interject,

Yeah right that's funny in hindsight,
But! 
I soon realized and saw the light,
And I guess that's just how money,
Talks! money money money

Apparently 
In a rich man's world, only money talks
therefore you only talk,
You guessed it About your money 
Hunny! Ain't it funny,
Not!

But that's how it goes,
In a rich man's world! I suppose
© Sarah Cope  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Being Alive

Being Alive
Miracle Man
1/1/2025

On January first of two thousand seventeen,
God reclaimed me from death’s certain throes.
Three days prior it was “The Widow Maker’s” scene,
with Sudden Cardiac Arrest both lay apposed.

Now, I celebrate New Years Day for being alive,
I was only the vessel that brought glory to HIM.
Memory of twenty three hospital days I revive,
drinking from a cup always filled to the brim.

The doctors had said they couldn’t explain it,
that a miracle took place in my life that day.
So with ink this day my testimony I transmit,
now eight years later my mind chooses to replay.

First the “Widow Maker” then Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
Each New Years Day I celebrate life and this test.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Part 2 Winner Chicken Dinner Best Present I Never Got

Part II

Best present i never actually
recieved

So as i was telling you earlier 
in part 1 

My mum sent her brother to
the shop to buy me my birthday
present

Long story they haven't been
close since she got sick recently

So when she asked and he went
the shops to buy it for me

When i only just got the 1
present and card from my 
mum

I could and honestly did for
a second think where is the
1 from you 

Until my brain engaged and 
this i thought 

The greatest and most thoughtful
i never got was that

Because i know how disingenuous
and easy it would be to pick another
card and bottle up and give it to me

As apposed to how much thought
must go in to 

Not buying a token gift instead

And that is why and when i say 

That is the best present i never
actually got

Dark Leaf

Once foretelling portents swam within the
Apogee bath.
Torn wounds in flesh, 
unequip the afflicted. Lack.
Unilaterality Undesirables systematically 
inspect an overture unto the future.
Incisions.
Indecision.
Discussions.
Decision.
Resolution Found between 
Thigh
and
Breast Fat.
We spoke on the old West.

Distain allowed to follow 
in 
shadows' shoes.
Walk- 
from the gravestone tomb,
Talk-
from the cemetery plot.
prefer amnesia, anesthesia, or euthanasia, 
the lot.

Apposed to this undying pain, 
grief, 
return of
disbelief.
A contrite 
Sorry resentment 
Sodden in maple 
Solidity.
Solidarity pushed well past 
comprise while 
the unconvinced so
remained that, 
a sacerdotal yet 
antidotal dissenter.

Go on.
Permission to let Pessimism steep in dark tea leaves.
Reverse dove beneath the San Fernando crust.


Premium Member And Far Away the Angels Play

The golden climb, with brook beside
The autumn hill, betook from my bedside
No sickly mange would stay my pride
I’d sit there where she lied
Those days of yore

Our hearts entwined, we swore
To set sail a golden shore
And live our days in golden rays,
Eve’s moonshines on the floor
Through the curtains near drawn closed
Never wanting for more
E'er the gods apposed

But hoar winds blew and change pursued
Our happy aisle shrank from view
The day I lost you, a silence crept
They bade me speak, e’er I wept
E’er the gods apposed-
I loved you

Atop the hill in autumn's chill
In nightgown, cap and playful will
The willow gloomed the evening shade
Bringing thoughtful tears, the vow made
I’d had her hand  - as we had planned-
Living off the golden land

A fiery hearth had given birth
A heaven built on earth
Yet I lie in clover, the moon high over
Her willow glooms her stone
And far away the angels play
While we lie close and alone
Form: Lyric

Alien Visitation of the Friendly Kind In Peace

From a distant astral plain they came
journeying forth in search of other
similar like life entities 

And once they had eventually arrived 
what they found and we're greeted with 
and discovered was a civilization and race 
of intelligent beings in discourse and
at odds with everything 

Where war was an everyday staple 
life had little or no value placed upon it
all all

Nor the planet they inherited or inhabited
despite the fact they possessed the
intelligence and knowledge of the
damage they themselves were causing 

Where consumption is relentless but 
not out of necessity but rather for the 
need to fulfill an endless satisfaction 
of greed

Every natural resource that could be
mined or plundered is fair game beyond 
the point of extinction and a replacement
or substitute found 

Whereas they were seekers what they found
on the other hand was the complete opposite
of what they stood for and represented

Peace and harmony the sharing and
dispersement of knowledge for the 
betterment of everyone they come
across and in contact with

A transcendental universe of galaxies
dispersed beyond our greatest of expectation

Culminating in space exploration joining
up the star's and other worldly sight's
the likes we've never seen not even in
our wildest dreams

And meeting beings Alien to us as we
are to them but finding only what we have
in common as apposed to that which us
divides or creates division

An alliance based solely upon a common goal
and mission to live long and prosper and see
as learn as much as is possible

Until we as everything must eventually die
and we then find out if anything awaits
or comes next and this was indeed our
final journey after all

Whispers in tears of velvet squares apposed to yellow sunshine.

Whispers in tears of velvet squares apposed to yellow sunshine.

I can only sense in shades of the most prominent colours of the rainbows
I sit watching the crowds of people walking faster than he knows
You are untracable in waterfalls cascading trumpets playing all goes
We walk hand in hand to keep the demons aways from the scarecrows
Look at the diamond how prescoius it looks with all the colours of universe in rose
Sorry if this doesn,t catch your imagination but my time flies faster as time flows
Persist my friend because one day the arch of your back will bend and tomorrow you will be smaller and you will dose
Relinquish your arms and follow the sound of the tambourine bouncing in your head once it will say how it bows
Polite people follow me because I have dared to dream about the way that sorrow shows
Into your anguish tainted by members of the elite to watch you try once again in tatters as she grows
I feel complete in actions and intent while my dog snoozes for teztimecwill pose
Yes the whispering tears of velvet squares apose to yellow sunshine butvreme ber the white light alwaysxand forever glows.
Form: Epic

Difference Between Knowing and Wanting

Being and knowing the vast difference
between what I know and think I am

I can quite honestly say this about and
in regards to myself

When it comes to culture and the fineries
of all life has on offer

One day I should most definitely find the
time to take in

An Opera , Play or Museum or Live Show

Followed by fine dinning out and sampling
what other worldly cuisine have t offer 

But then again I can say for sure probably
less than 5 actual minutes in

I would also then get and be bored
and so end up leaving

Swapping it instead for a greasy burger 
down the high street followed by as many 
pints of beer I can stomach

Until I eventually am forced to throw up
to cram in and make space for a few more

Then grab another greasy burger for the
journey home

And fall asleep on the couch in front
of the t.v covered in the majority of the
burger 

That missed my mouth from the
previous night before

Which come in handy and provide a 
tasty snack for breakfast 

And due to the fact I am so concusted
and all consumed with an almighty
hangover

It prevents from realizing the sober
reality

Would staying just 5 minutes longer really
have killed me that much more

And then I thought yes it would because
at least my night out left me with one
at least this as apposed to that one would

And what that is in fact this

I always find when rifling through my
trouser pants from the night before

At very least a $5 or two and a pocket
full of change

I can pop down the corner shop to buy
myself a few cans of beer to help me
get over this god awful hangover
fun

Self Portrait

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore

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