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Yesterday I drank and smoked
Now today I surely don't
Yesterday I was bent out of shape
Today I'm lifting all kinds of weights
Yesterday gave into want's and needs
Today I'm setting myself free
Yesterday gave up the bad
Now today there's nothing left
Yesterday what I did
I swear today I won't miss
Yesterday the old me went away
All for the sake of resolutions made
That was all a week ago
Back to downing drinks and smoking smokes
Doing all the things I always did
Didn't take long to rubbish the list
I set down all of the weights
Except the doughnuts which I crave
Jumped headfirst back into want's and needs
As I missed them and they missed me
Made up with all I did that's bad
Not that they ever really left
Yesterday all that I did
Are back today in perfect fit
Resolutions to me are fine
If you keep yours and don't look at mine
My front end needs alignment and my rear end sags a lot
My vinyl seats get cold in fall; in summer they're too hot
Beneath the seats; old french fries, pennies, napkins, Laura Scudders
My fuel intake is kind of rough, sometimes it coughs and sputters
My lights are growing dimmer and my gas tank's sprung a leak
My steering wheel's bent out of shape; my windshield wipers squeek
My engine's losing power and my tires have lost their tread
My spark plugs all have lost their fire, my radio's gone dead.
My axle's looking fractured, and my frame is rusting through
My paint job's getting faded and my brakes are fading too
My oil is getting grungy, my speedometer flat-lined
My A/C blows warm air and my transmission tends to grind
This car of which I speak is ME (in case you didn't know)
It's running rough, but still it gets me where I need to go
These classic wheels still get around - they just move r e a l l y s l o w!
written 31 Oct 2021
The labels, some serve to award with honour
and others are just straight up meant to demean
The much sought after accolades and the prestige, ever so enticing
lend a tender sweet stroke to massage and pamper the ego
The reproof and the infamy delivers a gut wrenching punch
to the sternum that tears down dignity and dampens the spirit
Stick with the labels and divide the masses in the end
Crammed into tiny pens, forced into little spaces, misfitted into misshaped places, often left bent out of shape, square plugs rammed into round sockets even
We've all at one point felt the burn of the pressure to seamlessly fit in and thus bore the burden of unwanted labels while nursing clamped mandibles at the same time
Some dying to fit in to only end up stuffed into a labelled pigeonhole
Others tagged with derisive tabs that turn them into social outcasts
Might be enthralled at first but soon enough you'll be trapped for life
Your path paved by caste and class and your fate sealed with a label
Now it's yours to carry, a solid identity they say and you nod and say yay to the labels
Some flattering and others just straight up disheartening
A much needed crutch for some, a means to an end for others and a desperate need for hierarchy for most
A burden to the free souls, a hindrance to being unique and a means to control the masses soon enough
Spare me the labels asseblief
I'm here trying to figure out how to be human first and foremost
I need a moment to orientate myself now that my shackles and blinders are off
I am more than enough just the way I am, of this I'm sure now
Labels might interfere with the path I'm meant to take to evolve
Form:
Tucked away feeling safe in the notebook's metal binder
Waiting; the pen thinks of the times spent with the poetess
She would slowly, gently remove him and caress the arthritic padding
Maybe even place him against her soft lips, then
Begin writing upon lined pages
Where his black ink came alive
Each word formed in rhythm with her thoughts
How the pen loved being the vehicle to convey her every thought
Oh no! Here comes the evil man who took her away that night_
He picked up me and her notebook slammed us into his truck
Please, God, I pray don't let him use me to write another dark shady list
Aughh!! I've been ripped from the ring of notebook
Gripped by the aggressive, hateful man
Almost broken by his powerful muscles
The notebook's metal binder pulled and bent out of shape
He with evil and hate etched into the lines of his face, clicks
My point comes out into the darkness of night
Please don't let my ink flow onto the pages so pure and white
The writing begins but the ink doesn't flow smoothly upon the tip
Rope
Duct Tape
Hacksaw
Shells//sputtered ink refusing to write
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The pen with heart aching is thrown far away landing in a dark corner of this room's evilness
I'll never be caressed by the poetess again
Please God don't let him kill her when he returns
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Written: September 24, 2015
Too much TV watching ID, Dateline, Lt. Kenda, etc.
WHISKEY AND ME
I don’t come home early anymore
I take my time walking through that door
Head hung down low staring at the floor
It aint the same as it was before
I’ll sit right here and drink tonight
Don’t have the energy to put up a fight
I’m outa here and outa sight
My whiskey and me will be all right
Spent enough time loving up on you
Got rid of my friends said I was through
But it was okay for you to have your crew
It aint the same what am I gonna do
I’ll sit right here and drink tonight
Aint gonna argue about who is right
Your bent out of shape and uptight
My whiskey and me will be all right..
My whiskey and me will be just fine
He’s got a good friend named red wine
And if they leave I got moonshine
Darling too many times you crossed that line
Ill sit right here and drink tonight
Turn my sadness into some light
Don’t have the nerve to shout and fight
My whiskey and me will be all right.
Ill be right here drinking all damn night
My whiskey and me will be all right.
By: beardedjarhead
I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves before me
Thou shalt not bow down to the image of another love
Nor give your heart and homage to any other than me
For I, your eternal LOVE, am a jealous love
I am the eternal, your LOVE
Thou shalt have no other loves, but ME!
For I will visit with vengeance
if you blaspheme my name
and tarnish my image
by loving one unworthy
I am the eternal, your LOVE
and my love for YOU, is eternal
Eileen Manassian
;) Now, don't go and get yourselves all bent out of shape. This is a different take on the first two commandments. I thought I would take it to stand for Love instead. BTW....the apostle John does state, "God is LOVE." God says that He is a jealous God. Our jealousy is based on feelings of inferiority. We see what others have that is lacking in us, and we burn if we think our loved one is appreciating someone else. However, God's jealousy is based on superiority. He is the best there is, so when we give our love to another, it rouses His jealousy, for He knows we will NOT be satisfied. Isaiah 52: 2- "Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare." God insists that He is the best there is.
Taking that concept, I turned it to be the voice of a lover speaking to her loved one for she KNOWS...that there is no other love that can match hers. Too much? You tell me!
If I could go back,
Change the past.
I would slow down,
Not go so fast.
I would pay attention
To the older crowd.
I get why, they're
Cocky and proud.
I would do better
In school.
I would play less
Of the fool.
I would adjust,
My attitude.
I would show
More gratitude.
I would speak
less.
I would prepare,
For the test.
I would smile
A lot more.
I no longer would
Keep score.
I would spend more
Time with family.
I would take better care
of my anatomy.
I would say no can do,
To the drugs.
I would give
Longer hugs.
I would have no
Expectations.
I would have quiet
Conversations.
I would be more flexible,
Less bent out of shape.
I would always have
A plan of escape.
I would cry less,
I would laugh more.
I would knock on
The closed door.
I would never
Judge another.
I would be a
Better mother.
IF I COULD GO BACK…
Turbo1904 ?
From me To me…. Rubaiyat
Live and die, live and die;
Let this day pass you by.
Close your eyes, fear no death,
Let your spirit take you high.
You have the lips I love to kiss;
I am too drunk; it's not amiss.
You are my cup; you are my wine,
Give me a kiss; I want the bliss.
I told her a thousand times, drink, and drink some wine;
She told me a thousand times the wine was not fine.
Drunk you are, she replied, remember you are drunk!
Drunk I am, I said that, but wine is divine.
The Dawn gave the news, "The sun is not rising!"
The moon told the night, "It is not surprising".
We are on the ocean floating on a boat.
No sun, no light, let us start an uprising.
I am sober! Give me some wine!
Give me your kisses, now you are mine;
I am burning, burning with love!
I'm just a man, and you're divine.
Burn candle burn, the Moth is all willing.
Willing to die for love isn't a killing;
Burn candle burns the prospect is thrilling;
Die, die for love. It is so fulfilling.
Tie your cup to a grapevine;
Wait for the sun to shine on fine;
Wait for the grapes to harvest love;
Drink the love that we call it wine.
I am in prison. There's no escape.
My jail, my body, bent out of shape.
Who is my jailer? I call him fate.
Release me, jailer. I can't escape.
Nay, I'm me, Nay you are you, and Nay you are me.
Yay, I'm me, Yay, you are you, and yay, you are me.
I am surprised to see me within all of you,
Then am I me? or you are you? Or are you me?
10/2015 Haloo
Revised on 5/24/2020, and again 9/22/2023
I learned on a relic...quite bent out of shape,
rusty and dented..... and not even quaint!..,
An rattle-trap, hand-me-down, that had seen better days
A ten year old's wishes, had faded away....
But, then on my birthday, as I opened my eyes...
There sat a beauty, my birthday surprise
My very first bike.....shiny and red!!
My dreams had come true.....as I jumped out of bed!!!
I tore off the ribbon, to take a good look
No time now, for breakfast, no time now, to groom
I jumped into my clothes, and then burst from the room
Onto the sidewalk, and into the street
Shouting to everyone.. "Will you come, look at me??!!!"
With legs long and tan, I began peddling fast
The sun hid it's shine, the cold wind was brash
Breeze blew through my hair and into my face
With time on my side, I was winning a race!
We were sailing along, I could hear the wheels spin
Over the hills, where often I'd been!
Clutching the handles, pumping my knees
I flew past the graveyard, as I peddled with ease
Far down the lane that circles the fields
With rows of tall corn stalks, all waiting to yield
Passing the warehouse that sold Daddy's seed
I flew past the postman, and the church near the square!
A turn 'round the corner, the train depot there!
Splashing through puddles along the bumpy old track
My legs kept on peddling......with no looking back!!
Didn't notice the dark clouds or storm in the sky
The air was so sweet as I held my arms high
Was I dreaming? I didn't care...as I glided in time
All the happiness I felt, all the joy of that I ride!
I remember that birthday....that's been hidden inside..
Look at me!! Look at me!! On my red bike, it's me!!
Don't you see??!!! Don't you see!!! ... That young girl was me!!
Like a clock that's unwinding..!! That is me that you see!!
I remember....I remember....How happy and free
As those wheels spin beneath me
Look at me !!!!!!!!! Do you see??
Free as a bird....it is me, it is me!!!
Wheeeeeeeee!!!!
Forkaroon : I hear we are in for a big treat tonight forksie
Forksie: Oh Ya ! I was hoping for something exciting and juicy
Forkaroon: I'm going to give you a little hint darlin, it once was alive
Forksie: hmm, that rules out cheese and dandelion greens then
Forkaroon : Your such a silly one Forksie, salivate mama cuz its comin'
Forksie: you mean it has legs ! Ah, I better go polish my glow then
Forkaroon: its a big fat juicy steak forksie, beef was on sale this week
Forksie: you mean to tell me that porker bought the biggest steak?
Forkaroon: it was so big he had to strap it to the roof of his car
Forksie: Oh my, we are going to die two happy forks tonight
Forkaroon: Before we get all bent out of shape, you wanna spoon?
Forksie: I thought you'd never ask.
December 12, 2022