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I am the sun which rises from the East each day for you
But the rays are too blinding so you love the shade.
I am the diadem which wants to crown you my queen
But you do not want to carry the crown.
I am the music that plays every step you take
But you block out your ears not to hear it.
I am the rose which grows in the garden to kiss your feet
But you step, tumble on the rose so it no longer stands.
I fear I may be too hard to love
But my love does not come with any kind of chain.
It is like the depths of time's unanswered end
But you treat it like the blackest curse.
It is right there in front of your face.
Look around, it’s all over the place.
Don’t know why it is you cannot see
What is plainly apparent to me.
Could I get you to open your eyes?
Look again and you will be surprised.
But you tell me that it isn’t there
Thus, you never have reason to care…
There’s a different set of life rules
Separating all the types of fools.
But we are all within our own box
And we’re bound up in chains and with locks.
But I think it is kind of a crime
To refuse to look all of the time.
And insisting there is nothing there…
Thus, you never have reason to care…
Still, I guess it can be hard to see
The whole forest from among the trees.
All the details obstruct and confuse
And will block out the much grander views.
I guess I could be totally wrong.
Maybe this is where we both belong.
But don’t tell me there is nothing there
Thus, you never have reason to care…
Now I am quite realistic
Never ever fatalistic
Fantasy never tickled my fancy
So you can understand my surprise
From their daunting size
On the streets of New York
My air left me as if released by a cork
For before me shaped like giant potatoes
Were ten gigantic too big toes
Human in everything but weight
Any want for fainting this can sate
Did I faint? I’m not sure
A want to run this did procure
But connected to these toes
I found their much mightier foes
I beheld feet
Which smell is no treat
I suddenly felt the urge to run
For what was in front of me could block out the sun
Upon the feet were legs
On those legs a fat belly
The deodorant was very cheap and smelly
In awe I looked up more
They wore a jersey with the number four
Their arms could hold sky scrapers each
Humility to all the muscles could teach
And on their head they had a fashioned mullet
The hair spray could stop a bullet
They had fingers that could carve a valley
Which would never fit in any New York alley
The giant chuckled and skipped
And a bow they dipped
To a giant almost completely alike
Who was inspecting a shop window’s intricate bike
The new comer was female
But description is mostly the same tale
She was well dressed
And a laugh she did suppress
As the male stumbled after his bow
Then he joined arm to arm to her allow
And walked on
On to where there was no concrete to trod upon
Two drummer boys rapped out a beat.
(That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.)
As bitter cold froze hands and feet.
(Palm Sunday fourteen sixty one.)
Both boys in war afraid to die.
(A bizzard raged as arrows sped.)
True battle favours flying high.
(With armour piercing bodkin head.)
Praying to live, until day's done.
(The war of roses had begun.)
Dark angry clouds block out the sun,
(That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.)
With blood now seeping from the dead,
(The frozen ground and beck ran red.)
Their call of duty, bringing dread.
(This battle site was near Towton.)
One drummer boy beats out retreat.
(A blizzard raged as arrows sped.)
But victory was not so sweet.
(When all seemed lost, the vanquished fled.)
Two drummer boys they carried on
(The White rose claimed the day was won.)
Both drum in time, for lives now gone,
(That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.)
A tribute to, the brave now slain.
(With nine and twenty thousand dead.)
And wounded soldiers who remain.
(No place to hide nowhere to run.)
Two drummer boys both sharing grief.
(A blizzard raged as arrows sped.)
Their war for glory, no relief.
(The Crown of England it is said.)
Those two brave boys will never meet.
(With bloodied hands, when day was done.)
Both drummer boys rapped out a beat,
(That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.)
They died amid the battles noise.
(A blizzard raged as arrows sped.)
Two heroes now, two drummer boys.
3/ 3/ 2015
Drummer boys 3/ 3/ 2015 first. verse Palm Sunday. 3/ 2/ 2015. second. verse.
Both poems written before joining poetry soup. 2/ 20/ 2015
he tells me to do bad things,
things no child should have to hear.
he thrives on all the darkness,
the trauma, and the fear.
he continues to try to break me,
he tells me to hurt myself
I try to block out his sinister words
but nothing seems to help.
his like a whisper in my ear,
or rather a voice inside my head.
which I believe is so much worse
than a monster under the bed.
he is everywhere that I am,
he and I are one,
he lives and breathes and tortures me
and pulls my strings til I'm undone.
he's driven me to the edge
and he made me do very bad things.
pills, powder, blades, and blood,
he's the master who pulls my strings.
one day I'll break from under his rule,
I'll live without the voice.
I'll eat and drink and live my life,
and it'll all be my choice.
until that day comes,
I'll live with him right here,
for him and I, we are one.
I'm my own greatest fear...
I’m a dark, lonely night
With no hope in sight
As I sigh, “Leave me alone”
Tears streaming a path
With only fear to say,
“Leave me alone” …
Melancholy is my way
Still, I fail to pray
Just, “Leave me alone”
It is whispered on her breathe
Like a chorus alive with anguish
Panic raising a mist on the air
Just “Leave me alone”!
It is painted in hues of depression
Shadows of dread and gloom
Rich with dismal impressions
Falling on lives like a miserable storm
Who blocks out the moon and stars
Peppering hearts with pure horror
Screaming through the silence,
Just “Leave me alone”
I’m a trepidation so disquieting
I silence the birds and the wind
The leaves seem to listen
To the echo of my discouragement
Sending out a flow of anxiety
Anger, disgust, awful lies
Creeping through the night
Like monsters on the devil’s wings
Giants of murky shame
Faded into the stone cold hearts
Of those who know
The words to block out love
Just “Leave me alone”
Souls starving for affection
Inspiration, grace and joy
Linger on the edge of those words
Falling through the despair
Raising up yearnings for more
Yet there you are, with her
Saying the unthinkable
Just “Leave me alone”!!!
It’s like a fallen world
Cutting away the love
That once brought light
Into the chill of a dark night
Despite those words of hers
Just “LEAVE ME ALONE”!
Leave Me Alone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
November 8, 2021
I sat in the audience listening to celebrity gossip
My heart was not there because I had nothing to share
The crowd kept streaming in and suddenly my heart began
To sing ;in a few seconds the theatre was full and suddenly I found myself standing center stage staring at three thousand people in front of me, I didn’t want to look in their eyes for the fear that I might cry so I created the sixth wall around the stage and use my imagination block out the blaze. The curtain went up and the lights came on with a bang and the orchestra began to sing a musical song. There were no words or voice in it, but the instrument sunk deep within and pulled out the lyrics that I could not hear and highlight the imagery that I could not see and reveal everything in front of me. It’s like I was walking in the sea and the multitude was walking with me, and they were absorbed with the orchestral song. Tears flow from well dress painted makeup faces, and when they dim the light, the musical instrument continues to sing. Men and women broke loose and a fountain of tears wet their clothes and sniffles and sobbing filled the theatre and brought out something profound among the crowd. The sound of instrument resonates deep and woke up snow white from her beauty sleep. The instrument spoke the words without tongue and it stole my heart without a single voice and the arrangement of the strings brings out the beauty within; and so the words that you cannot hear and the face that you cannot see will bring music to the universe and touch your soul. The lights came on and the audience applauds and the rendition that stole my heart won numerous awards.
An Ogre is mean, an Ogre is ugly
An Ogre is smelly, grumpy and gruffly.
They are so big they can block out the sun
If you ever do hear one it's better to run.
Some want to eat you or keep you as slaves
Others will make you clean their old caves.
Apart from Serog who has never been mean
He is good, kind and friendly and only fifteen.
Wise for his age and peaceful is he
Has many friends including a bee.
But didn't like the meanness he saw
So set about to make kindness a law.
Meetings were held and letters were wrote
Hoping to persuade each Ogre to vote.
Niceness was shown and what kindness can do
Towards people, an a Ogre, an a reader (that's you)
Each Ogre was shown how to smile, but that took a while
Because it's never been their natural style.
They learnt how to be helpful, gentle and careful
And started to feel better and therefore successful.
An Ogre is friendly an Ogre is fine
An Ogre can smile and even queue in a line.
An Ogre won't eat you they now eat their greens
But an Ogre can be windy after eating baked beans.
Contest Name Writing Challenge 'O' Words
Sponsor Constance La France
24.03.23
Indoctrinate me if you dare.
Take my brain, all of my ideas, and stomp them to bits, prove they are wrong.
Take your time, and bash them about, mercilessly and in an angry way.
Coax me out of my comfort zone, shake me away from my theories and suspicions.
Tell me what to think, what to believe, encourage me to study one agenda, a contradictory way.
Convince me that your truth should be mine, that it is more powerful, and true than my own self-worth.
Drag me kicking and clawing from my hiding place, from the safety of my own inner knowledge.
Beat myself out of me if you have to, terrify me with your mad idea of sameness, and disbeliefs.
Pour propaganda over my head, put subliminal clips into my I-pads, take over my brain, if you dare.
Make me into the masses that worship you, make me a fervent follower, no longer believing in self,
But in a greater good – your good, your truth, your ways, your majesty.
Convince me of the rightfulness of your misogynist theories, help me block out the truth of myself.
Show me a truth I never gleaned before, when I was sane, before you began to brainwash me.
Mash my dendrites into a reluctant bloody submission.
Come and get me.
I wait for you, eagerly plotting my counter attack.
Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
I am not kidding.
Come and get me if you dare.
Old flame memories, and game show repeats,
viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room,
loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat,
blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom.
Dreams like the remote, corroded to rust,
unopened, unpaid, bills sit by the door,
surrendered and lost, to despair and dust,
no-one levelled up, around here for sure.
Each day's an ashtray, of stub filled regret,
while moth eaten drapes, block out the world's light,
another neat gin, will help to forget,
added indifference, towards day and night.
The blocked drains and sink, dirty old dishes,
all that remains of, yesterday's wishes.