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I can't sleep, my body gives me its usual wake-up call;
it's certainly the burden of the Christmas' season,
stretching my resources to implement its reason;
and this budget crisis won't keep me from spending it all...
some folks disagree and constantly shake their heads,
and should I pay attention to those annoying glances?
I can't be a scrooge, not buying that expensive item,
trying to save a dollar and feel awkward inside:
sometimes even generosity can wipe out greed by making a little sacrifice;
and despite a December wintry mix, with freezing rain and wet snow,
I venture outside bundled-up in a warm parka and wool gloves...
to renew the season's spirit with something as exciting as love!
I'm entering into Macy's, my favorite store,
and what I find in there, can't be described:
there are no affordable sales with incredible values;
I pull out my credit card and give it to the jovial cashier,
but her cheer turns sour when the transaction is declined!
Oh, foolish me, why did I go over the credit limit;
don't I ever learn to use cash and get rid if the damn plastic...
is this a time to be so distraught and envy the elite?
Perhaps I could use a magic wand, not asking Santa' help with childish eyes,
and grab everything that catches my eye for the needy ones,
but these are different times: if you don't have the green and the luck
of a Trump who can squander his money, you can't afford anything!
And what if I hit the Lotto or Mega Millions, wouldn't it change everything?
My list would be endlessly long: everyone would hilariously jump and shout!
Before I choose those names that are entitled to a present,
I weight out the cost and some nice gifts might surprise them;
and if they think I am the impersonation of Santa who jingles his bell
while riding the snowy sky of Christmas to perform many miracles at will:
they must know I make a decent living and save every dime
in a piggy-jar just in case I run low on cash to avoid another stride!
Luck, come today to solve my financial problems in the mist of a December wintry mix;
and Santa, don't be be too jealous and hold this against me...I'm still your loyal friend!
copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
The foe is you
My worst enemy is me
I love you though
Can’t you see me, you see?
I walked a thousand miles
Just to see you smile one more time
Desires on every lie you say
I’d rather hear the truth today
Courage and creativity mix
My heart needs a little fix
I’m weeping and leaping forward
Toward you, my foe and friend...this is awkward
Woke up to your illusion of adoration
Broke up with tension and frustration
High off of ecstasy and your love ain’t dope
Just hand me some hope or I’ll hang like this rope
Juggling with jostling joyousness against my body
Nobody has told me that I was in triggering captivity
Scars replay in my cranium...I don’t know, so I drink rage’s rum
Raping me with numbness, making me slightly and slowly dumb
What have I become?
Someone else?
Somebody told me I was handsome
I am caught under Satan’s spells
I’m sorry, God
I’m all by myself and I vertically nod
I vertically nod...
Your horizon is horizontally hopeful
But, what have I become?
A boy that can only feel numb?
I walked a thousand miles
Just to see you smile one more time
Desires on every lie you say
I’d rather hear the truth today
Courage and creativity mix
My heart needs a little fix
I’m weeping and leaping forward
Toward you, my foe and friend...this is awkward
Woke up to your illusion of adoration
Broke up with tension and frustration
High off of ecstasy and your love ain’t dope
Just hand me some hope or I’ll hang like this rope
Juggling with jostling joyousness against my body
Nobody has told me that I was in triggering captivity
Scars replay in my cranium...I don’t know, so I drink rage’s rum
Raping me with numbness, making me slightly and slowly dumb
The foe is you, you see?
My worst enemy is me
Love-hate your torturous, lovable ways
Living life in a summer heat these days
The night's sweet scent with fragrance of flowers
On breezes lingered a moment or two
Then whisked away, the bells tolling their hours
Skies clearing, dawn breaking, o'er hope's avenue
Her window awaited, trembled my heart
She'd opened the shade and called out so sweet
Those words, I felt, just might be the start
But who was her voice intending to greet
I stood there frozen and awkward a while
Please God, her beauty I'd finally see
Just then appeared in her window a smile
'Twas making its way so slowly to me
I reached out, clutched it; sure never to slip
Kiss, wing softly upward ~ Sail home to her lips
March 02, 2021
ALL YOURS (March 03) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Time Goes Fast
Jatin Gauttam
03-07-2013
Its too awkward to say, while you are in pain ...
And you think, your friends gonna help you....
But that is the part of life... which lies in vain...
Sharing credits to all, but myself... and I cared for....
I might living in a world, it may ask my life or more...
I've been struggling my days and nights for you....
And you gave it no damn....
I postponed my dreams for you...
Thinking you're my friend....
Part of me said, that you ain't worthy ....
But I didn't heed it , lame.....
Tried and trying since I occured to you...
Being sick of mutilation and frame.....
The frame, that frame you've broken of my friendship...
In my face....
I already been in pain..... and peril and you've had me,
Down in some grimace....
I would take a shot for you...
That understatement wasn't that understandable....
Now I think, it was the understatement,
meant the whole thing is sorta predictable...
Whoosh! time goes so fast....
and yeah the bad time will pass...
But neither me nor you'll gonna forget deeds in past...
I guarantee today and I give my word for it.....
You'll recall my face sitting alone, aghast...
Time goes really fast my bud.....
it goes really fast...
Behind me, I hear,
The receding roar of years.
It sends chills down my spine.
For me, no more springing steps,
But a fast- withering torso,
So awkward and unsure.
I look on to the track ahead,
As the race winds down
And the final turn in sight.
I am jolted by the twilight seeping into my life.
Once my life has been a round of cheer.
But no more can I cling onto those days so dear.
I am an autumn leaf turned red,
And about to shed.
As the world goes wheeling through,
Somehow, I am pushing through,
Waiting for that tightening grip,
Of an unknown caller’s powerful fist!
With the sunset, after the twilight fades
Will I be able to rise up in crimson glory?
Along the country roads
Still strong they march.
Rocks fitted with intricate care,
Pieced together rock by stone,
Without the help of mortar
A century or more ago
By farmers who ploughed the
Glacial moraine of New England
To plant subsistence crops
Of beans and peas, corn
And potatoes and beets, and
Hay for their animals,
Digging and hauling
The rocks from the stony soil.
Sweating and straining their
Weary muscles to hoist the
Heavy, awkward shapes
Into just the right niche.
They marked boundaries,
Kept animals in their fields,
Protected gardens and chickens
From marauders in the night.
Still they stand strong,
Those ancient rock walls,
Lichen covered and weathered,
Enduring the freezing rain
And ice and snow of winter,
The thunderstorms of summer.
Stoic reminders of the
Stubborn persistence of
Those who, with ox and cart,
Wrestled farms from the
Hard and unforgiving land
And built stone fences.
Along the country roads
Still strong they march.
Rocks fitted with intricate care,
Pieced together rock by stone,
Without the help of mortar
A century or more ago
By farmers who ploughed the
Glacial moraine of New England
To plant subsistence crops
Of beans and peas, corn
And potatoes and beets, and
Hay for their animals,
Digging and hauling
The rocks from the stony soil.
Sweating and straining their
Weary muscles to hoist the
Heavy, awkward shapes
Into just the right niche.
They marked boundaries,
Kept animals in their fields,
Protected gardens and chickens
From marauders in the night.
Still they stand strong,
Those ancient rock walls,
Lichen covered and weathered,
Enduring the freezing rain
And ice and snow of winter,
The thunderstorms of summer.
Stoic reminders of the
Stubborn persistence of
Those who, with ox and cart,
Wrestled farms from the
Hard and unforgiving land
And built stone fences.
Just for a while,
I watch death smile;
To frame odd wiles,
Fit awkward style.
Death owns a voice,
Discerns each cue;
Plays to a choice,
Yet fashions due.
In swift fond jest,
Death works the way,
To quell vain fest,
To end old play.
Death knows the time,
For space to move;
Then stops the chimes,
To sync swift grooves.
Seize then this day,
Do live your best;
Enjoy your way,
For death needs rest.
Death can be kind,
If you but see;
Seize peace of mind,
Then let things be.
Here at the gate,
The dying dusk;
Death echoes fate,
Takes off your mask.
Death comes to each,
Just wait and see;
Transcend your reach,
Live most fully.
Folly frames fake,
Just dare to live;
In one clear take,
Death thus can give.
Leon Enriquez
28 May 2017
Singapore
I must run so I might be free...
and I feel free because I run.
Breath draws deep past the lone oak tree,
Just my friend and I, 'Secretariat', race to have fun.
Fast through the grass and down the long lane,
passing grazing cows in the brilliant twilight.
ever quicker now, the wind dances through my mane.
The old bull's giving chase, what an awkward funny sight.
To the corner by the pond, the ruddy ducks take flight,
as the yeller dog comes running by the old red barn.
The hens go to the left and the geese off to the right.
The farmer tries to slow us, slips, falls, and hollers, darn!
The hoof beat thunder slows as we enter our stalls,
We see the moon now rising over the hills to the east.
The farmer and his daughter hit the pin and the latch falls.
They treat us well, a brush, blanket, and welcome feast.
The moon now high; barnyard quiet, calm, and serene.
We're dozing off and on, after fresh honey oats and hay,
Dreaming that I must run, so I might feel free.
Yes, 'Secretariat' will run for tomorrow's another day!
A Noteable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
10/12/2021
I hurt him.
The one person I vowed to never hurt again.
The one person I was actually healing our friendship with.
I hurt him.
Again.
I was honest with my feelings,
on how I still loved him
but didn't wanna ruin what we had.
It hurt him.
He didn't talk to me.
He looked at me as if things were awkward again.
I made him feel like crap,
I know I did.
I feel like effing crap
because I made him feel that way..
I ruined everything..again..
I'm a eff up of a human being..
I don't deserve happiness,
I don't deserve love..
I'm a horrible person..
And a horrible person never deserves the good in life..
Mind and heart miles apart
Heart wishes to be close to you
Mind doesn't know what to do
Pain is still fresh in my mind
Heart wishes to just push rewind
Sometimes tough having a brain
Still broken hearts cause such pain
I've known you since you were a child
You once lived loose and wild
Now you call after all these years
My mind said there would be no more tears
My heart has always wanted you near
So my heart casts a string
My mind listens as it's drawn in
Mind and heart together again
Cautiously joined prepared for pain
My mind tells my heart it must be insane
It still holds the remnant of an uncles pain
Out to lunch conversation
My heart feels wonderful elation
My brain filled with reservations
I listen to the words you speak
My mind searches as you seek
You want connections can it be true
My thoughts are many my words are few
So the first steps to an awkward dance
Mind and heart willing to take a chance
I had a nephew (through previous marriage) call me out of the blue.
I had been close to him once, in many ways played a father role
in his life. Circumstances caused me to have to insulate myself
From him to protect my spirit. This is a hopeful start.
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