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As a youngster, I looked like a boy…there was nothing girly to be seen
I could run topless without comment until the age of about fifteen.
I could climb the highest tree, jump the highest fence
I even dislocated the shoulder of the man teaching me self defense…
I could run forever eating the wind - but was never really fast
That didn’t matter in any event, I was the one that none could out last.
I could dive and swim from the heights to the depths
I could do so much and never lose my breath.
Then I turned eleven and things started on a decline
I fell out of a tree head first… and it was definitely not by design.
I hit the ground, but remember it not, apart from all the screaming
From thirty foot I took my dive because of too much leaning
They all knew I was the only one able to climb that tree
A mother asked me to save a kite that had cost about 50p
I remember thinking that branch was thin and would break
I was right but for the mother, this risk I did take…
It caught me out and that was when I learnt there was one thing I could not do,
And that was fly like a bird, or float like a butterfly, believe me, I really tried too.
My neck was broken when I landed there and hit the ground,
I remember my toe was the only thing hurting when I came round…
But then a terrible thing happened… and I turned into a girl
My tomboy escapades were gone - it happened in a whirl
I hung on as long as I could but things began to change
One thing was sure at this time… I was never mistaken for a boy again.
© 19/05/2012
“By Design”
By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious freedoms
part of ours, under cover
in our infected delirium
dissolving over-rated
control and power
dissolving
food for thought
dissolving
seconds in minutes
in hours
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“I divide
In the sky
In the seams
Between the beams
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other …”
delirium.
“The CAM diagnostic algorithm evaluates four key features of delirium: 1) Acute Change in Mental Status with Fluctuating Course, 2) Inattention, 3) Disorganised Thinking, and 4) Altered Level of Consciousness.”
intradimensional -v- interdimensional
If there ever comes a time
when I stop complimenting you,
letting you know how precious
you are to me,
or making you feel beautiful,
tell me,
because sometimes
I get so caught up in my mind,
I don't realize I'm overlooking you.
If there ever comes a time
when all I do is make you cry,
and my everyday ritual is saying,
"I'm sorry. I apologize".
If there ever comes a time
when I don't treat you like my Queen,
begin to overlook your true value,
or don't care about your dreams,
tell me,
because sometimes
I get so caught up in my mind,
I don't stop to realize
I'm overlooking you.
If there ever comes a time
when I stop listening to your voice,
because you're my voice of reason,
not by design but by choice,
please tell me,
because sometimes
I get so caught up in my mind,
I don't realize
I'm overlooking you.
Set me straight
If I'm out of line,
If there ever comes a time.
Too little
too late
God said to me
in this dream I had about fate
So I asked him
what did he expect,
A goody two shoes
a prophet
a saint
to be something I ain’t
Not at all he said
I want to be entertained
Eternity is boring
mostly people snoring
especially at night
and during the day on occasion
Look god! I walk around an
Amazon warehouse all day
pigeon-holing tat
picking this and that
How am I supposed to amuse you
Well I do enjoy you
breaking stuff on purpose
sabotaging the line
Bunking off for a smoke
going to the toilet
and drinking erm… doing coke
Ok hands up!
I admit
I’m a total chancer
and do stuff I shouldn’t
But it’s alright isn’t it
that Amazon place is full of s-hit
Yes it is a terrible kip
but more fun when you entertain
Like in your last job
listening to you lie
not taking the blame
asking me to help out
In your moment of doubt
All that stuff you stole
and barely got away with
on the whole
That was quite funny!
Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered,
before selling it to the highest bidder
Throwing expensive stock out in the trash
The owner was a bastard
all things considered
a miserly swine
But nevermind
Thanks!
I did need a dig out that time
Hey! remember when I was aged about 7
and was told my pal went to heaven
Why did it happen
A year later walking to school with another kid
he was only 8
And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer
Put a hole in my friends head
The blood pumped in fountains of red
I thought he was dead
All the gore I’ve seen
witnessed a killing at 18
Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between
Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design
sometimes the stars just won’t align
Others times they go nova
and leave black holes behind
still you’ll never really understand
The powers in command
So how about this poem
Will it see me home
Does it amuse you
are we cool?
You’re still alive aren’t you!
By
David Kavanagh
luck is the wave emitted by design
it loses itself in the wake
that wanders into the horizon
never to be heard from again
questioning only drives away
the purpose behind acceptance
there are things in this world
that just are
why i see myself
when i touch you
as a falcon perched upon your wrist
a bond deeper than Earth can hold
a knowing only a universe
could ever really understand
where frailties find no purpose
the bonded find all the answers
when i touch you
i am the falcon upon your wrist
luck is the wave emitted by design
the gift of death
is in the kiss bequeathing eternity
long promised within the birth
luck in the wave of design
have you ever been working
lost in the lines, come to realize
there is another guiding the dice cup
OKC 10/22
That ADHD got me judged unfavourably,
impulsive interactions, easily distracted,
attention bouncing behaviour unique to me,
the odd one out and always told
different people, same old...
self conscious suffering from a lack of control,
humiliation on the regular, bad feedback on the whole.
Every decision of mine made aware of,
self worth in decline,
others know the way I’m stood spare lost,
inferior by design
Following leaders who decide what they like,
submissive through need not judged wrong or right,
Go with the flow and fall into line ignoring my life
Accustomed to others wants more important than mine
Meeting demands would please and get thanks,
the responsibility wasn’t on me and not my plan,
Hiding in the herd safe unnoticed, my blanket,
thinking for me, nope that idea vanished
With age people see stature and status,
competitiveness shows us our places
And I follow the leader not to be hated,
But I must play now or be manipulated
Avoiding confrontation unless necessary
Some act aggressive never stressing me,
be submissive like a b**** is just let it be,
but I’m impulsive so I react aggressively
I will follow subtle leaders for praise
acceptance is what motivates
but be expecting of me and see rage,
My position is one that I dictate
Life is easy if I please, horrid if I lead,
Judgement worn weak, nothing to me,
put downs received, not bothered really
fake approval as a slave, all of it weak
The impact good or bad is just an opinion,
win people over behave for their pleasing,
others go against, upstage, ego feeding,
Both approaches give nothing I’m needing
I don’t rebel or adapt to play the game
The comparison of people for selfish gain
I won’t follow leaders pulling the chain
These mind game evaluations are so lame
My value is my happiness win or lose,
why you value approval leaves me confused
why you control others think it’s skill not abuse
Importance of social acceptance,
I simply refuse!
Unsure our world is now, and folks have fear.
From rules imposed on us we dare not veer.
Some say the days foretold by John the Seer
(when chaos soon will reign) are nearly here.
I dread the horrors that might next appear.
Our govenments are puppets; what they do
is what the “powers that be” tell them to.
Lies today and half-truths are nothing new.
An accident this was? You think that’s true?
It’s my belief this all was by design -
an evil plot to cause the world’s decline.
The masterminds of it are filthy swine!
World domination they wish to procure.
I wouldn’t be surprised they had the cure!
The worst is yet to come, most probably.
All we can do is cling to what is dear:
our friends and family; our freedoms too.
Be watchful; there will be more than one sign.
Be faithful; of at least one thing I’m sure:
The good - one day - from earth’s woes shall be free.
April 14, 2020 for Emile Pinet's Minuanetta Poems Poetry Contest
You can act as if HE isn't HIM
as if going against God isn't a sin
What's behind is something that isn't
seen by the blind but this is by design
What shines from above also illuminates
what is below
The dark seeds are seen for they grow
to produce fruit of their kind
The grind mills until what it brings forth
is brought to a point of rest
Still
Still the results continue to go unseen
until it pushes through & is viewed
amongst the green
Freeing its leaves only leads to its eventual
decay as one day everything returns
It burns like a flare stick ignited
signaling that all must bend a knee
as if being knighted
The fiery sword of truth being slighted
is a sight to behold
Even if it cuts down wicks like a candle
being blown it's never extinguished
Though I'm speaking English many still
won't understand like the exotic in nature
or species unknown to man
Extra on a terrestrial plane is more than
enough for those planting fake seeds
behind the scenes
Shinning isn't a threat but anything blocking
the Sun only brings darkness
This is a bleak attempt to harvest as it
feeds none in reality
The reality of this Picaso paints many
pictures at once
Can one brush really spill all the paint
making a picture of fronts?
Affronts are made to cover what's being
done in the shade but the artist
is like a tree
A breath of fresh air reciprocating so
that everyone can breathe
Don't leave before you overstand that
the sky is falling & we're all
within sight
The eyes & image of him is everywhere
like the moon shinning at night
Graceful and honest ideas drip down,
Drowned in bohemian glass,
Soothing our curse of mental despair,
Repairing the thoughts that we ask,
Behind these masks we all wear as one,
Confronting unknown days ahead,
These masks for others around us to see,
Freeing the guilt that is spread,
And just like a tattoo of smile and frown,
Found in the theatre inside,
We march on and on to the end of our road,
Sold to what we are supplied,
Still, are we one thought owned by the many,
One thought that’s been written in stone,
Or are we a thought unique by design,
A wine that’s sipped all alone.
Captivated as I’m immersed
in your writing
Shocking my senses like it
were lightening
Spending hours reading is like
its a fairy book
your organizing of syllabus
is all that it took
Linguistic vocabulary dialect
phrasing style
Expressive uttered content
language while
your deliverance of wording
lettering is observed
Your narratives wittiness
in your work is reserved
Interpretive collection only
reflects in your ink
Far from conservative the
themes make me think
Weaving a powerful thread
through your lines
Impactful experience for
each reader by design
Artistically creative with
your energy and flow
Reading so realistic with a
faint dream like glow
In your simple structure you
open us up to much more
Awakening one’s emotions
from your honest candor
10/1/22