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Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts like future pasts..nothing matters, so don't bother to be the opposite of abstract abyss blurs
You're outta luck
Better luck next time
For trying real hard, here's a buck
Shucks, you're real nice and our irrelevant relationship is super sublime and quite crime
Calm down...faith weighs a pound and hopeless is field-of-avarice-grown
Don't wear a frown
Hyper much? What's for lunch?
Love me a bunch? Here's a punch...
Drink up the blud of defeat
It's from my heart to yours
Let your hands fall to your feet...
Perfect feats and epic, RAD beats got me rocking on my car seat with a seatbelt of course
Threatened like Thor with a hammer...
Attacked a predator of evil endeavors
I'm not antman or any man at that lever
Captain America and Batman saved me and like catman, oh do I let out my thankurrs (thank you purrs)
Stand tall
Crack open the backtracked lies
Don't fall
Or you'll lose it all in farewell's, goodbye's
Boy, how time flies
Girl, you're my seasoned fries
Give it your all tries
Try to make out self-controlled replies
Patience is a peaceful, virtuous vibe I get from you
I getcha loud and clear, misses and misters
You're a disaster in disguise of a dream come true
Fetch me, ah, your scars that turn to embarrassing blisters...shocking to the sight...like hustlers, trying to be like preachers...practice what you preach, gold diggers
We are on the same bus
So don't fuss and cuss...
Unless I say so or He says so, which is hardly ever
Go wherever you wind flows and blows...a mighty blur and I blurt out His Word that heal and my words that injure like gossip murmurs
Sit down
With your grace gown
Disgrace clown...
Mind-blown...got owned - home-bound with a sound of we-are-outta-town
Zero in
Infinity out
Peace out
Kaos in
I liv to luv
I die to h8
I liv to expresssss
I die to impressss
"It's all going to be okay" he would say,
with no scent of doubt in his breath,
even as its aroma reeked from mine,
as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?"
I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life,
though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial
and the upsetting detours that can uproot our foundations
and upend the tables of tradition we depended on.
On and on life goes like this,
until it ends.
I wonder
What traditions did my father depend on
and, lay to rest,
for something, better?
What pressures pressed him so thin
that he'd give up those things
he once loved so dearly?
Is that what transformed him
into the appreciative, hopeful, happy guy
we laid to rest?
by Wayne Wysocki
Did you ever find yourself at a loss for that final word in a phrase, then blurt out something totally unexpected? That's how a dear friend, trying to compliment me, came up with the title for this poem.
Everything you touch turns to stardust,
Every word you whisper is divine,
To me it's no surprise
That the twinkle in your eyes
Is brighter than any star can shine.
Everything you do is delightful,
Every little movement is supreme,
And I do suppose
Nearly everybody knows
You are the answer to a dream.
Didn't you know I dream about you all the time,
Even in the middle of the day?
And didn't you know that in my dreams you're so sublime?
I love you—
What more can I say?
Everything you touch turns to stardust,
Every word you whisper is divine;
You touched my heart a million ways
By whispering one little phrase—
You whispered, "I wish that you were mine".
I was careless and lost your love
or does it only seem that way
words can be weapons
can you forgive me darling
for I will never find another like you
I see us dancing under the stars
as the music wraps around us
the promise between us delicate as a flower
I am full of regret and sadness
tears rock the ocean of my sleep
have you really let our love go
or does it only feel that way
the days are lonely and lost
melancholy
daggers of pain pierce my heart
I am lost in a sea of nameless faces
just waiting for your voice
weeping my regret
I hang my head like a dying flower
can still see the pain in your eyes
I just want to hide myself away
the phone is ringing, ringing
or does it only seem that way
hello
hello
can you forgive me I blurt out
your whisper . . . yes
and my heart is a sea of tears
tears falling
mine and yours
and again the sun is shining bright
and clouds sail across the sky
or does it only seem that way . . .
___________________
March 21, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/careless words
Copyright Protected, ID 03- 1339-824-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, It Only Seems That Way,
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 04/09/2021
Fifth Place
What should I write God?
I will write about obedience
When God tell you not to do something
Don’t do it
There is a reason behind it
You just don’t know it yet
But He will reveal it to you
When God told me not to tell someone
that a roommate I have now is supposed to stay
I was so tempted to tell to blurt out
But I caught myself
I may not know the reason right now
But I will later
I am sure of it
Got to tell you a story
Also about roommate and
Obedience
I used to have this one roommate
Who for some reasons couldn’t pay rent
Months after months
She couldn’t pay
So many times I was tempted to kick her out
That seems cruel I know
And God said “no”
Each time I was ready to say the words
He said no
So I obeyed
And wouldn’t you know it
Her mom offered to pay me all the back rent that she owed
I think it was more than a year’s rent
So you see “obedience pays”
I was able to replace all the appliances
in the house
And this was right after Covid
So everything was so cheap then
Now they would cost an arm and a leg lol
I still have the pictures of the money orders
her mom sent me
In increments
As she sent me two at a time
As a testimony of my obedience to God
And that it pays
People at the time wouldn’t understand
why I would do that
I didn’t understand it either
But I obeyed
Sometimes you just don’t understand everything
But you obey
And that’s the main thing
I thought I’d share
Hope you get blessed
‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a great malaise
It fosters hatred and ruptures many hearts,
Angry words can wound and pierce like darts.
But Anger becomes a sublime emotion,
If we know how to handle it without explosion.
It becomes sometimes so constructive,
Quashing the fallacy that anger at all costs is disruptive.
Many a time it has proved so positive.
And sometimes it turns very productive.
When anger is turned against situations
And not against people aiming at their degradation.
It enables us to rectify the discrepancies,
Through our resentment to change the disparities.
It fuels us with the energy to voice against injustice.
Bringing solutions to the voiceless in their crisis.
But never let anger consume your heart and soul.
It sure will take a mighty toll.
When anger bubbles and boils, catch the cue.
Wait a minute before the fire devours you.
As humans, we are likely to lose our temper.
But remember, to it, never surrender!
Holding a long-standing. grudge,
Is like having an unerasable smudge.
It will always leave a stain,
And lead us to irrepressible pain.
However, it is not advisable to suppress anger,
It can lead to irreparable danger.
But remember, when emotions of hatred are let loose,
There is hardly any chance for a truce.
A person under violent rage
Is like a prisoner in a cage.
Anger, more often is a negative emotion.
Landing us in violent commotion.
Anger against people steals all our energy,
But when it aims at solutions, it enhances synergy.
When angry, forgetting all decorum, one may shout.
Don’t let your resentment thoughtlessly blurt out.
Never let the tongue make a tempestuous tirade.
Tackle this tiny tab of tissue and tame its blade!
There is a disconnect
between me, myself and I
or should that be among?
The editor in me is always
there ready to correct
me and gets really irate if
I blurt out “Donald and myself”
instead of “Donald and I”
when we are subject
rather than object, although
there are times when I definitely
feel like the object, but
that is a different matter.
My grammar guide simplifies
it by saying take out “Donald”
and see how it sounds, and
I must admit that these days
it does sound better without
Donald and I would love to
do that but can’t because I only
had one vote and it’s probably
going to be disqualified because
it was a mail-in and the Supreme
Court is more Conservative
than ever now, leaving me
caught between politics and
the people, another existential
divide which myself is
hesitant to cross because
among me, myself, and I,
we are all rather nervous
"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet
We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.
I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I may break my resolutions, but will never feel guilty a bit
First of all, I won’t make resolves that would hamper my day.
In most things, I wish to have my own personal way.
But to good propositions I am open and never shall be deaf.
As all wish, when the year ends, I want to turn over a new leaf.
With novel schemes, I don’t want to be an exponent,
But I will not sit back like a couch potato and be my own opponent.
When someone provokes me with words and actions rude,
I wish to stay calm, but excuse me if I blurt out a little crude.
I will try to do as much as I can, for time ticks away,
Won't wait for the last minute, which I feel is the right way.
Try to adapt to surroundings and move as quick as a wren.
Ramble through my garden and enjoy flowers now and then.
Spend more time with nature watching little objects and scenes.
Wander into meadows to get lost in the charm of sprawling greens.
Carry a walking stick, that at my age, even a small fall
Can break my brittle bones and into serious damage it can haul.
Though I don’t hope to be a body builder at my age
Will exercise daily, not with hopes of retracing my steps to teenage.
Once I was in good shape and had an hour glass figure
Though can't retain it, careful, from the mirror not to have a scare
Now with so much said, don’t ask me If I could keep my resolutions live
At the end of the year, if I am fortunate to stay sane and alive!
One of my biggest pet peeves in the world
When I was in sixth grade was that Mrs. Tuttle
allowed Danny Kridelcome to shout out answers
But if I did it she chopped off my head with a machete.
If I become a teacher I vowed, I will never do that.
Danny would give me a look of pure “haha” before he shouted
Knowing I would also shout, and I would be duly lambasted.
This was 1966, when a student did not challenge a teacher.
Day after day Danny and I would blurt out the answer.
And day after day I would get sliced and diced,
while he received praise. A world where girls do not shout out.
I was a rebel; I could not stop, so did not.
One day when I was teaching a fourth grade class I realized
For the first time that I was letting the boys shout out,
So glad they were participating, but when the girls did it
I was FURIOUS and I was chiding, and shaming them
Because the girls ALWAYS answered.
I tried to go back into my mind to try and remember
how long I had been doing it.
Thankfully my memory failed me,
reducing my shame at my own prejudice.
Is a diary entry 'poetry' per se?
What if it touches engaging the soul
peeling back layers of raw hidden emotion?
What if it bares sharing innermost secrets ~
what if it articulates heart to heart?
Sometimes we'll just blurt out our feelings
avoiding the fancy frivolous packaging
spilling the beans it's not always pretty.
We just say it like it is
black on white unfiltered uncensored
words spewing out without grace or flair
just getting the load off our chest.
So... are diary entries 'poetry'?
Yes if you want them to be
Yes when they go beyond the mundane
Yes when they pull at your heartstrings
in any way you choose ~
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines ~ every line either 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025