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You want me to hide my true self?
You want me to beg on my knees
Praying to a false God whom has left me alone
Insides multiple parasites that made me a demon?
A demon of hatred at the world and everyone
That called me a failure and a uncontrolled fiend?
(Evil laughterl
Hahaha made me laugh at that
Made me go deeper inside that cage where all
My demons rest until awaken from their slumber
A particular demon I talk in my dreams
"Kill them all! Kill them all who avoided you!"
You want me to hide my sadistic side
That made me enemy number 1?
Please grab a bible and go to Revelations
Because when my demons are release
Im bringing all religions down into bloody flames
All beliefs fall down into burning rains
Bodies of soulless beings creep into the destructive Earth
My anger will release a plague of disease
That cause multiple outrages and multiple bloodspots
Into everyone I had helped and saved
You want me to isolate myself
From being the best individual I'll become?
When those who feared my aggression
And sadistic side kept me away in multiple
Placements and made the term isolation
One with me
The one that wants to be successful,
Yet here you are wanting me to turn
Turn into the one thing I never want
To be again in my life
Kill me then if you want that;
Kill my kindness and turn it into rage;
Kill my happiness and turn it into anger;
Kill my kind-care nature and turn it into destruction;
Kill my angel side and turn me into my demon
Of being age 13
And see the carnage I'll release
Because at the end of the day
The number 1 hit list contestant I'll go after
Is the one who pushed me to that edge
And forced me to release my demon
So, they asked me about the tall tales that I’d spun them, asked me about the secrets and truths best left behind.
I smiled and sipped another taste of the brandy. I said quietly to myself about the truths of some, others would see as lies.
Through the dark life could be heard in cries of the wild. Beasts that hunt to survive unseen by our eyes.
I turned to the jolly man who slapped my back demanding more tales of my times out there in the wild.
I caught his eyes and trepidation followed his smile. He saw a spark of something in my eyes.
I told of the time that I’d met a fallen angel. Who was to me so polite, sincere and all of smiles. Who lit up the dark like a torch of pure sunlight and made this weary ol’ man feel so alive.
He offered shelter, food and the promise of rest for these weakening ol’ legs o’mine!
He offered all the things I’d thought that I’d needed to satisfy the appetites and lusts of my life. In return for a favour he’d ask me to honour. A favour that no money, truth, or promise could compromise.
With held hand he waited for the shaking. Down I looked at the uneven ground and that wind on my back - aching o’mine. But I declined as I looked up at his offer. For me back to the dark track that I’d survived on all of my life.
The smile had deadened and the eyes filled with fury as its hand slowly dropped to its side. No more words, no more warmth, no more light, promise or feeling. This dark figure then just disappeared right there in front of my eyes.
The hornet looked down on the field below,
Then said to his honeybee friend,
“That alluring sweet scent that does blow,
Means I’ve got work to attend!“
The honeybee nodded, “Yes, let’s quench our thirst,
We can have fun on a nectar spree,’’
‘Well true, said the hornet, but I saw it first,
So that field belongs just to me-"
The honeybee turned without making the buzz,
She always made when saying goodbye,
The hornet took stance and shook all his fuzz,
As the honeybee let out a sigh-
The honeybee asked, “Why can't we agree."
Where's all your manners and charm?”
Then looking down she was surprised to see,
Something that gave her alarm!
The honeybee tried to warn her friend,
By spinning and turning around,
“Better stop now ‘cause you’ll come to your end,
If you dare fly into that ground-“
The hornet smirked and became very loud,
“I’m greedy and I don’t care-
To me, more than one is a crowd,
And these flowers I’m not going share-”
Now the pitcher plants intently gazed up,
Applauding the words that were said,
They knew that the selfish, greedy hornet was "SUP,"
And would end up ‘midst their petals with dread!
Now dear reader, I hope the lesson here is one that you will heed;
Misfortune may await you, if you take what you want with greed!
End of Poem -
but FYI Pitcher plants emit a sweet scent, attracting bees
and other insects and once an insect ventures into the
mouth of these plant, it will face a long, suffering death...
Here it comes,
April on the wing
squirrels chatter, birds sing,
flowers rise and grow
lilac scented pollen in the windy flow
oh no,
a tickle in my throat and nose,
this is spring, oh what a magical tease
forcing out each reckless cough and repetitive sneeze,
a screech to inertia, breathless explosive compulsion
from the mucosa of nasal integral expulsion,
ah, the wonders and beauty well spread
clogging and congesting brain cells in my aching head
ah choo, gesundheit, God bless,
it's spring bud and bloom at its very best
get me a tissue
for these beautiful and irritating issues,
hope it's an allergy and not the covid-19 flu.
People who write poetry
Are not so hard to find
You'll find them writing anything
And they'll try to blow your mind
They'll write about true love
Or some truly hateful news
They'll write about the way they walk
Or how they tie their shoes
They'll write about the red hot sun
Or write about the stars
They'll write about the man in the moon
Or our future life on mars
They'll write about their children
Or someone who just gave birth
They'll write about the many wars
Or write for peace on earth
They'll write about politics
Or the presidents, kings and queens
They'll write about their dye-tie shirts
Or their wholly denim jeans
They'll write about nature
Or haiku at it's best
They'll write a song of lyrics
Or a sonnet with some zest
They'll write a catchy limerick
Or a verse about their life
They'll write about their fiancé
Or their soon to be new wife
Poets will write anything
And their not so hard to find
So keep on writing poetry people
And try to blow my mind
For the People Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
6/5/2018
Sharing 1st place honors (6-10-2018)
with Jim Slaughter and his wonderful poem
"Ordinary People" Congratulations Jim!
Thank you, Richard
Like a sculptor I searched for the perfect stone
I tried to make it better and with my skills hone
But you cannot change it no matter how you shape or scuff
I lost all of them and found you a diamond in the rough
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
Like a carpenter I chose only the best wood
I tried to cut and plane it but the result was misunderstood
I tried to preserve it forever but it rotted away
Until I found a well built home in you and I wanted to stay
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
Like a painter I covered my canvas with paint and oil
But the more I stroked the more it did spoil
I tried to add more color and they still did part
Until I found you the masterpiece work of art
Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see
Your heart is heavenly crafted and is tailor made for me
I want to give to You, Sweet Jesus
Everything in my heart
The biggest part of me, Sweet Jesus
To use as You see fit
I want to love You, Sweet Jesus
From the core of my spirit
Sing a song to You, Sweet Jesus
That only You will hear
I want to do for You, Sweet Jesus
Something special
Something wise
Something admirable
Something like
Love You with all of my heart
I want to give to You, Sweet Jesus
All my best faith and hope
The greatest lessons that I’ve learned
To be a guide to other’s hearts
Seeking You, my Sweet Jesus
Let them all seek Your sweet Love
I want to show You, my Sweet Jesus
All the love I have inside
I want to do for You, Sweet Jesus
Something special
Something wise
Something admirable
Something like
Love You with all of my heart
A poem must stir our emotions,
Like the storms churning in the oceans
Like the fiery lava flowing downhill,
And just not be any run-of-the-mill.
It must tug firm at the reader's heart
And grip him good from the start,
Let him not idle, purr or whimper
But gulp it down hook, line and sinker!
However you may rough-hew the lines,
Or trip over the dreaded syllables mines,
Matters not if it's an epigram or a sonnet--
Did it make someone smile, cry or fret?
Life's best and happiest of times
are written in verses and rhymes,
Poetry unravels the mysteries of the mind
and helps the weary soul to unwind!
~Theme #4 Poetry contest by SKAT A
"A Poet's Worth" contest by FJ Thomas
The Texas Lunch lies in my memories
A corner hamburger stand
Just a counter and standing room only
For the best burgers in the land
Now Texas Pete didn’t hail from Texas
From Greece came he and his wife
They came to work for the American dream
And for a better way of life
They had a genuine love for this country
Working hard to make their dream come true
And raised a respectable family
Doing all that they could do
There wasn’t a man in town who didn’t know Pete
His personality had a lasting effect
He earned more than just a living
He earned the town’s undying respect
Whenever I walk down Broad Street
I look over where it used to be
I can still see the Texas Lunch
In the back of my memory
Flowers speak
the Gladiola is never sad
says words with a smile.
Tulips are the pun
not one but...
sound it out, you'll see.
Daisies reveal secrets
she loves me,
she loves me not.
Buttercups
lay it on thick
compliment everyone.
Carnations rev their engines.
Express themsleves from land to land.
Freesias
my personal favorites
blow a fragrant line.
Sweet Peas,
are still babies
they're still learning.
Patience wait
as long as they need to
before they speak.
Snapdragons
can fly off the handle
but please forgive them
Orchids tend to fib
are they adults Or .....!
Bluebells sing
a soulful tune
and I love the blues.
Paper Whites appropriately
recite their written words.
Roses bloom
the most beautiful
of words.
But the best flowers of all
don't need to say a word.
With love you gift them
a bouquet of their faves
as they gently kiss your lips!
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Encounters with Flowers