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Lost in a world of regrets and dejection
Struggling for an escape
But I am shackled between a rock and a hard place
With no key in sight and no help coming my way
I am trapped.
Flung into a world that hates me but needs me
A world with its foot on my neck
The more I struggle, the more the diseased, putrid-smelling member
Crushes nearly the life out of me
I am trapped.
The open road to nowhere calls me to liberation
But responsibility and maturity have
Placed a Denver boot on my golden chariot
And have stolen the reigns of my white stallion
I am trapped.
A sword falls before my feet
With the balm of relief at its tip
Beckoning me to impale
My already lifeless body
Onto its medicine
But God and hellfire
Prevent my eager hands from
Injecting my body with its medicine
I am trapped.
What did I do to be plunged
Into this perpetual prison?
The bars to my cell
Are far too solid to destroy
To whom can I cry out to
And how can I know they can hear me?
Who is able and willing
To rescue this damoiseau in distress
And how long must I wait?
How long my I hang my harp on a willow tree
And weep?
How long will it be
Until I am free?
I am trapped…
I am trapped…
I am trapped.
Well, here I am again… at my crossroads
I can tell they are mine
The marker I.D. reads “Between a rock and a hard place”
“What a shameful disgrace
As usual, I am not alone
We are not born alone
So, I should have expected company
I nod to the soul on my right
And wink at the left. Our little secret…
Don’t know their names
Yet, who they are is no mystery
We had come together
Somewhere in this world
Born into the bodies of either boy or girl
But they are my shipmates all the same
Here we all stand counting time on the sand
Waiting for the tides to change
I close my eyes and blow a kiss to love
A bygone happiness now estranged
The wind blows in, whispers inaudible words
High winds for high roads
Soft winds for low
The fates beckon where we’re to go
Aye mi-maties… give a cheer, raise a glass in toast
For the outcome is never anything to cry about,
“nay, never one to boast
It’s always the roads many have traveled the most
No one needs to utter a word or deliver a speech
We’ve learned from Life’s Schools of learning,
and all Life has to teach.
Experiences are recorded,
they don’t need to be preached
Don’t call my name, don’t give a shout
Never home… I am always out
Unable to take your call or hear your message
For in my travels, I’m unable to be reached.
Beware the catch 22
You're damned if you don't, and damned if you do.
Take a drug so cancer won't restart
Side effects give you a congestive heart
Thin the blood so a stroke won't begin,
Internal bleeding and you just can't win.
I got a wolf by the ears
Can't bite me yet, but I'm shedding tears.
When I let go, he'll take a bite
I'm losing my grip, I'm turning white.
You're sorry for those single Mothers
Didn't have husbands, just "significant others"
So you subsidize them with taxpayer billions:
Now more on welfare, about six millions.
You need the cops to pursue a story, to prove you're not mad
But the story is extreme, so no investigation will be had.
Between a rock and a hard place, you're stuck in a bind
I don't blame you for going out of your mind.
You need experience to get a job, but there's a Catch22
Without a job, can't get experience, so what can you do?
Life writes riddles that are hard to circumvent
The path you thought was straight was crooked and bent.
Turn to the left and the trouble grows,
Turn to the right and the same wind blows.
So you laugh a little, though you really feel blue:
That's the strange world of Catch-22.
Caught here in a pandemic
state of suspended animation
we gradually move towards
comprehension of the old axiom,
between a rock and a hard place
as we hang here held between
the jaws of the vice of survival.
Indeed, times are as hard as steel
but such times can’t stand up to the
tenderizing torch of hope and faith
that has sustained us in all our testing
trials, tribulations, and oppressive pains.
Just like a stoic perpendicular tree
standing still by the storming waters,
we will not be move from our cemented
hope and faith in our God of deliverance
who never has nor never will fail us.
The Psalmist reminds us that God’s anger
endures but for an instant and that in his
love, he nourishes life; that though weeping
suffering may endure a while, joy will come.
Indeed, while we may now be shedding painful
tears, promised joy is definitely on the way.
Thus, let us no longer whine to God about
the present great storms that we now face;
rather, let us stand strong and shout out loud
to those storms, that no matter how great they
may think themselves to be, our God is greater!
THE COMMON PEOPLE BRAVED HIGH SEAS TO BEGIN A NEW LIFE OPPORTUNITY KNOCKED AND NEW DREAMS REPLACED NIGHTMARES BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE WITH A BIBLE, THEY HAD NEW LIFE ERASING PAINFUL MEMORIES, THEY WAVED GOODBYE TO THEIR NIGHTMARES
ACCEPTING OF THE OPINIONS OF OTHERS MONOPOLIES ARE TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE EVEN MAJORITIES ARE TO MAKE ROOM FOR OTHERS RULERS OF GOODWILL ARE WILLING TO BE ACCOUNTABLE
ISSUES, AS WELL AS PERSONS, MUST BE CONFRONTED COMMUNICATION TOOLS SHOULD BE UNBIAS AND FAIR ANSWERS TO VITAL QUESTIONS ADDRESSED AND CONFRONTED NATIONS WHERE PEOPLE HAVE VOICES ARE NATIONS FREE AND FAIR
08102018Contest, An Acrostic incorporating a quatrain, Savannah Brown
Hello Madam Butterfly, with the looks of being caught between a rock and a hard place. While you were being formed and before ever you were born, I
watched near by. I even observed you there all alone, never knowing how long it would be; but I waited for you.
I really like your style, your courage, your dedication, and can't wait for your exit. Yes, my dear, I have been eyeing you for days on end, looking forward to meeting you. Oh by the way, I am Mr. Bee, just one of many who know and understand hard work. I may be a horse of a different color, a different species, or to you, like a fish out of water. However, I know love when I see it, and I can feel it with you, as you struggle in your cocoon.
I was tempted to hasten your exit, but I knew better to leave you be, alone
and naturally. I have a vision of what you'll look like when you break forth; and you will be just stunning. You'll be strong and free like me, and your feathers will be a sight to see as you fly with me. Oh sweet Madam Butterfly, all the bees and butterflies will be forced to stop and stare.
We will be the first of our kind; most odd I'd say, but two of a kind to fall in love. Moreover, we will pay them no mind, because I took the time to wait for you to be truly mind.
10312017 PS Contest, Love Letter, Viv Wigley