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If you try to tell me that I’m just being a drama queen, the silent screams that suffocate my thoughts might just escape from my mouth. It wouldn’t matter anyway though, right? You’d just ignore my shouts. I mean, I’m not a man, so I’m not even important enough to be seen as a threat and even if I’m just barely clawing at my sanity, I’m still not important enough to be deserving of your help.
Please, enlighten me on how we women have all the power, how our superficial society believes that it can win us over with a shower of fake compliments, how you need a women to help your company grow because her beauty can flirt with each and every guy but she doesn’t have the need to know. She has the ability to buy you more customers with just a single look. After all, that’s what we’re here for. What else could we possibly have to offer?
It baffles me why you somehow consider yourself better than her.
You’ve never walked in these shoes. You live on the other side of the line, and these are my shoes so don’t you tell me how to deal with my blues and don’t you dare say something which which happens every single day doesn’t exist anymore.
Can’t I at least just have that? After all, it is a women’s world.
Standing on the sands
of helplessness,
as waves of sadness
lap at my feet
I know not what holds
your voice hostage,
unable to comfort it
only baffles
At an ocean's length
of pain,
an essence cannot even
take wing on a breeze
So sadness is held in
a blanket of love
If the heart is not mended,
then love's breath
cannot
bring it back
A storm of uncertainty
tries to overtake
A need to absorb the pain,
making it taste of wanting
to be lessened
If not stated where
sadness is born,
all attempts to bring
joy back fails
As waves grow
building up,
into a hurricane
of grief
Drops of uncertainty,
fall on my face then
raging faster
While threatening to drown
the only hope,
of two halves to
become whole
An older poem!;)
Self's true calling candidly bared,
frisson so sweet as two souls paired.
Ardent vows so fondly prepared,
'fore gathered kin, pure love declared.
Convinced myself you deeply cared,
words and deeds, ardour implicit.
Frisson so sweet as two souls paired,
adoration was explicit.
Have endured perpetual Hell,
savour timbre of fling's death knell.
Entombed within accursed cell,
reduced to lifeless, hollow, shell.
Nostalgic urge obliged to quell,
break the curse of pain infernal.
Savour timbre of fling's death knell,
this day henceforth, hope's eternal.
Transition 'tween two states still baffles; scattered memories all that survive.
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8 syllables per line (except for the final line) - checked with howmanysyllables.com
A-A-A-A-A-B-A-B scheme as per contest rules
5 November 2017
For the "Rhyme Time II" contest, sponsored by Laura Loo.
(1st Place)
Just what have I done with my life
A man put that question to me
I started to think and I gave him a wink
But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see
I’ve not built a bridge made of steel
I’ve not a photographer’s eye
I’d not fit the bill of a fireman’s will
I’ve not flown a plane, no, not I
No land have I gardened or farmed
Machinery baffles my mind
Accountants are great, that wasn’t my fate
An autograph, never I’ve signed
Yet I knew I found what I sought
Without a degree and its pay
The bonds of the heart, right from the start
Yes, that’s what I wanted to say
And I’ve been the happiest man
I’ve done more than all else above
For all that I needed, I’ve surely exceeded
Quite simply put, I have known love
Inspired by Jan Allison's brilliant "Eye Rowed My Hoarse",
top winner of the July 2021 Word Play contest.
I'm knew to this language; it baffles me sew!
With so many mysteries I wish too no -
I came to this country wile seeking warm climb
but I get awl flustered when righting a rime.
Sea, homophones throe me, they drive me inn seine
each weak I fined gnu ones, their such a big pane.
That last couplet had maybe seven ore ate
(I red it allowed butt I cant keep them strait!)
Eyed herd that this language can be vary crewel,
two words sound alike but there meanings are duel.
They say it’s the most daunting language yule find -
two solve this wood take a reel lode off my mined.
If a rose is arose, then wheel call spayed a spade,
let a male be a mail, and a maid be a made.
A horse is a hoarse, but of course, but of coarse,
though the rules of rite spelling are hard to in force.
I've pulled sow much hare out, aye think isle go bawled -
I'm certain I've misspelled sum words eye just scrawled.
Its enough to make even the mightiest feint
but aisle martial my forces and rays no complaint.
If this struck a cord - if you feel up a creak
know you're knot a loan, yore dismay's not unique.
Perhaps it is fête that has shone us assign,
let's bye some pail ail aura glass of wight whine.
And pleas don't dessert me, I so knead ewe they're,
I still wont to learn how two wright with moor flare.
Buy now you've disk hovered I rote this ingest,
if ewe care to try won yourself, bee my guessed!
Do you sometimes wonder
how to introduce what is out there to your soul and mind?
how to understand that which exists, in that period of time?
and in that present moment is real, and do you feel guilty if you leave it all behind?
Have you heard that your ego will prevent you
from being who you were meant to be?
And you get absorbed in society’s creations
but you find yourself confused, and unable to see.
And you might search the news
looking for those reads that will reaffirm what’s on your mind.
And you “stumble upon” absurd conspiracy theories
which you “miraculously” find.
Can you somehow see a reflection of who you are?
Or is the mirror broken, left far behind?
Can you ask yourself, honestly, sincerely, what the solution is for human kind?
Or do you get lost within the scope of your very own personal mind?
And as you sit there
do you blame others while looking for a system that creates the hurt?
Deep down you know the answer
it’s selfishness, hatred, power, and greed, which continue to subvert.
What is real and what is fake?
I often wonder what is true.
Yes I listen and I analyze
I use up a portion of my time to see it from a particular point of view.
For now I want to spend my time
searching within my soul for something that I’m unable in this world to find
which baffles me some of the time
because occasionally it’s born and exists deep within my very own mind.
I’m just a being, living and trying to be that which I foresee
searching for the spiritual in that which is before me
at times attempting to find meaning in mortality
with a burning desire to understand and see.
It is contentment which I pursue
Even look inside the cracks
But at times like these contentment hides
and the road ahead confuses me, so I retrace, as I retract.
Maybe I got it all wrong
Maybe some of it is right
Maybe my vision is blurry and foggy
Maybe at times I have trouble seeing the light.
I can take what is happening out there
interpret using knowledge, a view, and perhaps a belief
but often the truth is just not there, and the news really stinks as it permeates
and the nature of the many, rarely offer one relief.
And I’m left with the choice to accept, dissolve, or set it all aside
using my soul and my very own mind.
And after attempting to understand
I ultimately, usually, leave it all behind.
Form:
Decay
Teething in dismay
What kind of world am I in …
What kind of useless tool…
Breaking…decaying
Fragmented lies
You crush me and grind me away
Like a tasteless joy
Gone
No decoy
Not able to accept
Who I am
Shredding me to bits
Because you can
Because something so small
Throws you off the edge
And baffles the beholder
I saw it begin to rot
But I didn’t want to believe it
What a cruel world I am in
Stuck in this selfish ache
Hate me
Go ahead, it’s ok
Because you’ll never understand me
And I don’t want you to
Because you cannot let things go
Everything has to be handed to you
So here are the reigns
Take them
Or throw them in my face
I’m never leaving you
You’re leaving me
It was always that way
Because no one can dwell in this world I live in
Such a simple world
With the most ruthless personalities
Banging at every closed door
Let it go
Can't you see something’s missing?
Beneath boulders and slab, weathered and worn,
consciousness is a whisper, a clarity undistracted.
A refraction of light and sound, repeated and reborn.
Conscious yet unaware, the timeless undertow subtracted.
For this is the Ground of Being.
All conscious particulate above and below are invisible,
we are seafaring sailors of soul and free choice.
Our various solutions and resolutions are indivisible.
In Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, we rejoice.
For this is the Ground of Being.
All living and dying offer myriad paths of travail.
Beyond time and space, there is a fundamental permanence.
As creatures of longing, we hold each other in the gale.
Our love, our deepest well, illuminates our transcendence.
We are subatomic dust entangling faster than light.
Our collective dreams and memories sparkle and dazzle.
Bodhisattvas like Jesus Christ lift sufferers into sight.
But our nonlocal transpersonal synchronicity still baffles.
Episodic and spontaneous, our passions and thoughts,
this is our realm of flash and fury, our daily wakefulness.
Forces of energy and matter, the mystery hidden in quartz,
this is our realm of sand, soil, and sea, our lifelong earthiness.
Wavelength collapse turns possibility into actuality.
Deep consciousness transforms our physical world.
Spirituality grants us creative engagement with reality.
Our inner light reaches the same limits as the fabled.
For this is the God of Being.
Eavesdropping
A good man is hard to find
Said my Nana,
That was the day I saw tears in her eyes
As she nervously stuff the monthly tithe in the envelope
And headed to church that Sunday morning
Before, screaming at my granddad for hours
I guess she was mad as hell at the old fool
That was the same day when I found out that my hero my grandpa
Was having an affair with the widower Estelline Beckley
“Ellie you’re the only woman for me said my Granddad”
However, my Nana wasn’t haven’t any of that
So she slammed the door in Granddad face
I remember being scared, and confused,
About this family feud
So, I hid under the table, and prayed to God
for the screaming and shouting to stop
For several weeks all my Nana did was pray and prayed
And all Granddad done was burn her pots and pans
Boiling water and making coffee.
Nana told the neighbors, that those harlots with a trail
For a rear end, could cause a man to climb,
a mountain without his proper gears
That statement still baffles me until this day.
Until many years later when I met my mother half sister
the spit and image of my mother.
however, she had the very spirit and expression of my Granddad
so much for eave dropping and family affairs
The night is when the mundane loses its credibility
The night is when the mystical arouses
In all of us
In each of our hearts
As well as there, in the night sky!
Yes, the night is when stars dance
And put on their show of seduction
To mesmerize us
To grasp our attention
To have us addicted
To gazing at their pulsating mystery!
The night is when the Gods play in the skies
Illuminating each star they step on
As they run or dance or even swivel in ecstasy
For they feel our admiration
And sense our yearning for their presence
The night is an explosive show
A show much sought out by humans
A show much needed to feel invigorated
To feel like we can face a new day tomorrow!
The night is when my soul feels connected
To the power of the stars
The power which drives me
The power which baffles me
The power with which I am so in love
For,
I do know, yes, it has been whispered to me once,
That I come from them
And of course, that I shall be allowed to return home
On some night, when stars shall let down ladders for me to climb on!