Long Bottom of the barrel Poems
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We thought it would last forever,
not a kink in the endless chain of supplies;
Now more than the store shelves
are coming up continuously empty;
Still the menu is good to change,
maybe get out grandma’s old recipe;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
We thought it was just gonna go away,
the trucks would always deliver more eggs;
Then omelettes became a luxury item,
‘Snickers’ were all we could afford or find;
Starvation ended with ‘We are the World.’
Western civilization? That’s impossible;
North America is flooded with resources;
Regrow endless crops on soil rich land;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
Bottom of the barrel no trash to steal;
Private property gardens, no trespassing;
Outlaws armed with skills and dirty hands,
Off grid not for sale, can’t steal from them;
The wealthy can get whatever they need,
or so the one percent always thought;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist.
Poetry has left me again
I’ve bled the hills and trees for words
I’ve searched for verbs in the hours
When someone fills the emptiness
I will have no need for pronouns
No talk or fragments fulfills you
I woke frenzied in the morning
Put on headphones to muzzle thoughts
Anything but to hear your silence
When coffers are empty of nouns
I scrape the bottom of the barrel
Hoping for slick prepositions
You goad me to write an opus
To paint my vain adjectives true
To color not wanting replies
Resurrect wordly as Jesus did
Real as adverbs without fullness
To ascend to servers in glory
Craft a mind razor-sharp each day
Cutting through pronoun’s bull
Swinging conjunctions as swords
This poem has hemorrhaged me
I’ve bled for you till nothing’s left
Grammar paler with my emptiness
Careless of my prideful sharpening
Decimating mourning subjects
Fill me when objects go empty
*** Ecclesiastes 1:2
'Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.'
Seriously thinking of calling it quits
I'm rapidly running out of gas
Dragging up stuff from the bottom of the barrel
Scrounging around looking for inspiration
Can't seem to find any anymore
Think to myself it'll pass
Not quite so sure this time around
Maybe just the mood I've been in lately
Lost my fun loving approach to things
Perhaps my age is finally having an impact
And I'm finally growing up
Well whatever the reason
It's not exciting and new anymore
Everything has a beginning and an end
I am not resigning from the site
I am just backing off a bit
I have too many friends here that I would miss
I hope you will all understand
You guys are and have always been
© Jack Ellison 2014
Born to the sea
Mind of water, flowing thoughts;
The currents beneath your words could change us all.
River heart, born to the sea;
The solace we seek waves to you and to me.
Join me on this voyage, over water, to a new land.
All hands on deck chairs are temporarily in the sand.
Cast ashore to repair our vessel,
But soon we shall cruise again, so hoist that sail.
Raise it so high, that the crow's nest will not be our peak
And the land dwellers will be the last people that we would wish to meet.
My crew and I are setting off on an adventure;
A journey across the deep blue, to a land of mischief and wonder.
The undiscovered land, on the other side of a new life.
We be pirates, so we be; so raise that Jolly Roger flag upon high.
Let all who see our symbol know the story of our ship.
The unsinkable voyager;
A blast from the past, blowing through the wind.
Raise the sails and let the wind take us in and move us on
And throughout the jagged edged cliffs and beyond!
And on past the mermaids that sit upon the rocks,
Singing such enchanting songs
And on past the things that they call ‘The Leviathan’.
Release the Kraken! The foulest beast from the Gods up above
And we shall continue this trek into the darkest of the rum.
To the bottom of the barrel, right down to the Admirals eye.
Let the birds be our guide to our next paradise.
Land ahoy! There be treasure there for sure;
So onward ya scurvy rats and be prepared to fight once more!
We are damned to forever sail,
Since the life at sea swallowed our cursed souls;
Now we travel these high seas in search of more silver and gold.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The land that lies
Happy dancer, singing songs,
Knowing that the end will come;
But which is the end and which new beginnings?
Waiting on the end of the beginning, is this the beginning?
This all started a long, long time ago,
When I thought I was winning, but now I know.
Remove the light from around her;
It has no use in being my magnet.
Turn the music off, for I am empty
And she could only ever be tragic.
Dancing alone at the end of the night,
Crying in the morning as I lie.
She is only looking lost,
Whilst I am truly falling.
She has never even seen me,
She has not heard me calling.
She has never truly been searched for,
For I have no power to remove my walls.
Sad boy blues with water eyes,
Stares at happy dancer with such despise.
His dead eyes reveal no fury;
The hate is hidden, His jealousy forbidden,
But never silent, truly.
Maiden calling, watches them both and laughs.
She lives in her bubble head as she lies her way to bed
And all that she knows could be contained in a small paper bag.
Her mind could be printed onto the tiniest part of a pinhead,
If only she could remember to not forget;
Maybe she could be more than the worthless words never said.
These are the people at the bottom of the barrel.
Three for the price of none.
Take them and all those singing without knowing of Axl.
Take this rose to free my hands for the gun.
All these people seen through drunken eyes,
Bloodshot eyes see fools in disguise.
All that is left in this pit at night,
Is calling cards and fake profiles,
Lists of idiots with studied lies.
Unknown numbers for adulterous wives
And I am so tired…
I am so very tired.
So tired of people with crocodile cries in the night,
Over people who do not even matter,
So why do I lie?
Suicide is not a surprise when the truth is seen at last.
I have lived in your land of lies
And still you wonder why there is no turning back?
Once choice is made, love is no longer your slave,
For the beast has been released and is free.
Free to leave you behind, free to fly,
Free to find a place to hide
And when I am found there is no more left to say.
What more needs to be said to someone who walked away?
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
people insist on speaking French to me c’est la vie
smelling salts in a ten gallon vat that’s not to be sniffed at
the mouse met an elephant so prim she looked down her nose at him
I must learn to type more quickly before the grimy rapper gets me
in prison no convict would moan if all rooms had a cell phone
scrape the bottom of the barrel and you’ll find the one who emptied it
I can’t have an inferiority complex I’m not man enough
only the good die young heaven must be tedious
If we learn from our mistakes I’m some kind of genius
behind every great man is another with a tongue tan
I know U got another corner to bend
So I’m gonna tell U what I know
It’s my ear I’m about to lend
I’ll share my experiences with U
That I have lived along the way
From the bottom of the barrel
To the bright sunshine’s rays
Just trying to help U
So U don’t fall and can see brighter days
So journey short, journey long
I can’t guarantee I will be there
But for U I will stay strong
Just as long as U continue to fight for urself
Listen to others but don’t let it affect ur health
U’ll make it ur way
Ur reason
Ur rhyme
Weather or not U make it
With a lot of money or a dime
U’ll still have a place here
No matter how long ure gone
Could be a day or year
Remember, this place ure always accepted
Never be turned away
No matter how humble of place I have to stay
I’ll always here what U have to say
So if ure there and I’m here, if ure in trouble
U can always look this way
Who I'm not
I'm not who people label me to be
I am me unapologetically
I'm not the bottom of the barrel
I'm not the dirt
I'm not useless
I know my worth
I'm not an ordinary person
I am me the uncut unraw, the unedited version
I'm unscripted
My words will keep you uplifted
I'm gifted
I got talent
It can cut deep. Can you handle it
Who I'm not
Let me tell you
Once you learn
It won't fail you
Let me get
Out my Comfort Zone
Let me elevate
To where I belong
Let me wipe my tears
Let me dry my eyes
Let me be great
To My surprise
I've had ups and downs
Downs and ups
Did a lot of things
Never got stuck
Was it luck
No, it was a blessing
Lessons learned
I learned my lessons
I did a lot
Can't make excuses
Excuses I won't make
You have to be a risk taker
Risks you will take
No matter if you have a lot
On your plate
Know that God doesn't make mistakes
He will give you a clean slate
Make you clean
Start over if you know what i mean
For every person and everything who did you wrong
God is about to make you strong ??
Turn your trials into triumphs
Turn your life around
Don't let what others say and how they see you put you down
You are awesome, and you are great
Keep God first
And everything else will follow
That's the honest truth ??
Give it all you got
Let people know who you are not
Who I'm not
Let me tell you
Once you learn
It won't fail you
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
04/19/2025
The moral compass is spinning
Democracy’s light is dimming
The country faces ruin
The lies just keep on coming
No honour, dignity or integrity remains
In this government that fails and wanes
Scraping the bottom of the barrel
Our leaders are the worst kind of self-important, sociopathic rabble
Lies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Just keep feeding the lies to the dim witted.
Make sure we get all their money.
Let them starve and suffer, it’s so funny!
Throw parties while they’re dying.
Laugh and joke while they’re crying.
Lie about anything and everything.
Lie about lying.
Let the people die crying because thanks to us England is now dying.