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I see you feel tired and discouraged,
sometimes disappointed with yourself and others.
I cannot remember where I read or heard it,
but one should cut the other guy some slack,
as much as you would have them cut yourself.
That makes sense.
It seems that while you are, at times, hurtful, or over-harsh with others,
you are even harder on yourself,
this tendency definitely does more harm to you than anyone else.
You are a senior citizen now.
You've been fortunate in many ways, and had a lot of great things happen,
along with challenges, pain, and disappointment.
You've tried hard.
You've mainly treated your brothers and sisters well.
It's time for you simply to make things as easy on yourself as possible,
and enjoy yourself -
as well as being easy on your fellow beings,
who are also human,
and have undergone their own challenges, and suffering.
How can you treat your comrades better, you ask?
Perhaps by having less pride.
Perhaps by understanding that those who have hurt you
have only done so
because of their own pain,
and that, put simply,
an eye for an eye,
leaves everyone blind.
Perhaps, it's time to speak honestly, but respectfully,
to those who have hurt you, explaining your feelings.
At any rate, let's take a moment to celebrate the positive.
You've lived a pretty good life.
You've made wonderful friends,
have had multiple loves (oops),
have a great "kid"
who is engaged to another great "kid".
So, sit back and relax.
Turn your brain off,
and start putting those
peppers
mushrooms
and
cheese
on that pizza crust!
I hear arguments getting set off time and time again...
I'm stuck in the lion's den
This big guy needs to chill out
Commotion...echoes...
I hear fireworks boom - (besides, it's almost 4th of July!)
Disputes should be dropp'd for good!
I shouldn't be the one talking though!
I need you now, Oh Lord of Accord . . .
Way more than anything on Earth -
You give me mere mirth
I need your support
To dismiss Y-YESTERDAY'S gahhrief
How much am I worth, God? Naught?
Am I your priceless tool or not?
Don't leave me to rot...
I must ch-chill out - I almost forgot!
Give me a rea-reason
To o-overcome the world of w-woe's weight on me
I can't carry this heavy load on my shoulders anymore
Put my mind at ease and help me to chillax for a time
Kick back and let a-accord seep through you - that would be so sublime
The waves of e-emotions are targeting me, shooting me down with glares and
frowns...
Friends come and go...I'm down in the dumps...th-th-this world is so corrupt and i-
it's like a scary ride with loops, ups, downs, and spirals.. . . ...... .. . ..
Every season, new friends appear and then disappear
All of the sudden, I'm tasting the fretful fire of fear
Oh...awkward moments - I MUST HAVE SELF-CONTROL AND PATIENCE...to slowly
drift away from this enchanting, yet deceiving trance - I m-must pull up my pants
I need to seek repentance and CHILL OUT...throughout this circumstance...and just
d-d-dance...
There's times when I need to breathe in and out
Breathe in and out without a breath of doubt
Let me see the light at the end of the cave
I'm in grave...grave danger...I m-must be b-brave
Slowly stretching Monday grunts
rubs its eyes, rolls slightly left, farts.
An achy sun shuffles about the room,
shields itself from the mirror’s reflection,
mutters to itself “Clouds! Where are the clouds?”
“Oh, how I hate those five o’clock shadows.”
“Damn the Sun dials!”
No double cappuccino!
No Jimmy Dean breakfast!
“If I can just hang on til noon”
“its all down hill from there.”
“Why Do I listen to Sunday??”
“C’mon, hang with me tonight,
watch the late game, you’re good.”
“14 friggin’ innings and a rain delay.”
“There really should be two suns
y’know, like, so I could chill out
after an evening with Sunday.”
“Hey, maybe I’ll go to the beach.
pass out a few sunburns,
heat up the stones they have to walk over,
melt the parking lot pavement.”
“Can I get a union cloud break here!!!”
“Damn, I hate myself. Yeah, yeah, can it.
You try being Monday…no good songs
about Monday, no great sports metaphor,
none of the hoopla that Wednesday gets.”
“You can never find a cloud when you need one.”
“do you know how long a Monday really is???”
“Maybe if all you people ran in the same direction
the earth’s rotation would speed up.”
“Anyone got any Advil??”
©7/29/2018
for Mondays Poetry Contest
sponsored by – Tania Kitchin
Life happens when you're busy,
Making other plans,
And things are often side tracked,
By circumstantial demands.
When you least expect it,
And sometimes when you do,
Life throws you a curve ball,
And some folks sit and stew.
They fuss and cuss and grumble,
Stomp their feet and call out names,
When it's just life in one big bundle,
And there's no one to blame.
Stuff happens, that's the way it is,
Grow up and face the facts.
Learn to face it like a man,
Stop putting on an act,
Like everything should be just fine,
Should be a bed of roses,
Well every rose bush has some thorns,
As well as blossoms for our noses.
Life justisn't perfect.
It's just not meant to be.
It's not your fault and it's not mine.
There's no use blaming me.
Relax and learn to smile at life.
Just take it as it comes.
You really have no other choice.
You might as well have fun.
Learn to laugh at life, Chill Out,
You'll come out better in the trade,
If when life hands you some lemons,
You'll make some lemonade.
You'll live a whole lot longer,
And maybe keep your wife,
If you stop your griping,
And accept that that's just life.
Judy Ball
When you suffer…
some days, some months,
and especially the holidays, the only thing
that offers relief is being under a blanket
in the fetal position.
those times, you
hide from the world, because no one
gets you. They think you are normal,
you’re not. You are splitting apart on the inside.
as you sink more and more into aloneness,
they pass judgement on your actions.
they say insensitive things
like; chill out, take a pill, see a
shrink or they distance themselves.
they think you’re out of character,
they don’t know there is a struggle
going on inside of you, a real struggle
where tears flow and make puddles in
your soul… and nothing works; no Hail Marys,
no affirmations, no nothing.
you wait for an episode
to pass to get relief, that’s if you are
lucky, cuz for some, relief doesn’t come.
you see the severely affected on the streets
far gone, listening to the voices in their heads,
sometimes succumbing to them. It’s a
daily struggle that only those feeling
the ache knows. Give a care.
I was visited by brothers Zog and Ziggy
Who landed from planet Plumfiggy
They were attracted by my Christmas lights
Both joined in when we had snowball fights
Zog and Ziggy were young alien twins
both had lime green and purple tinged skins
On the top of their tiny marshmallow heads
they had dreadlocks which hung down like threads
Ziggy's eyes were of pure emerald green
and Zog’s eyes had a weird rainbow sheen
when we met I shook all their four arms
these odd hugs really enhanced their charms
Plumfiggians don’t sleep but chill out instead
at night time they would rest in my shed
I found them both hanging down from a rafter
this behaviour caused loud peals of laughter
Zog is quite plump, Ziggy's much thinner
I pureed them a Christmas dinner
They gave me a present of figgy joos
it tasted vile, a drink I'd never choose!
They found it cold so I'd made each a jumper
with four sleeves to knit my task was quite bumper
My guests stayed indoors until it was dark
Then we'd visit the children's play park
Ziggy loved playing on the big swings
In Plumfiggy they don’t have such things
Their planet is just twelve light years away
At Plumfiggy fest I'd be welcome to stay
208 words
Fantasy with fictional beings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
12/01/20
Oh awesome, sweet garden, how happy you make me,
When I have breakfast on our patio and absorb you with glee,
Mid-morning comes in a flash with a fleeting cup of coffee,
Then lunch, have a quick sandwich amidst the glory,
And aroma of jasmine and basil and lavender galore,
Roses of any and every color you could imagine and more,
Sunflowers, Geckos and pretty butterflies beckon me,
To tea for two and two for tea, my mothers favorite song,
Sung by Doris Day, a century ago,
But still have a few phone calls to make, the day has been long.
Finally, dinner under a full moon, the rosemary smells
Divine, our own mint in a jug of water, with lemon
Kindly supplied, need they know, by two trees in our estate
followed by hubby pouring the wine,
As we chill out and dine,
On a delicious kleftiko meal.
Replete, say goodnight to my garden, small and romantic
And so delightfully aromatic,
What a breathtaking tranquil sight, our place, our space.
I love the cold as I lay beneath my
feather doodah, or chill-out
in my warm down-filled wind cheater.
I love to run through fields of ice and snow
with steam expelling from my mouth
with every each puff and breath.
I love to sip the steamy warm soup
with the cup warming my frigid lips.
For everyday I stave off
the cold embrace of death,
threatening to engulf me.
If I stop trying
and my energy fails,
my warmth will succumb
To the call of the cold,
forever wanting me to relent
and give up.
For to stay alive,
I must burn the food I eat and digest,
bask in the sunshine, sit by the fire,
to keep warm against the chill,
forever sucking heat from me.
The shrill chill encompasses me
with the cold embrace of death.
Anxiety –
I don't want it to break me apart
Glee –
Don't want to forget how it thrills
Hear my plea –
Stay away from the wickedness of this world
Ooh… Free me from this chains…
That holds me captive…
Ooh…bring me higher than the clouds above…
(ch.) Don’t waste away
Like the clouds above me
Don’t make me pick you up from the ground
Shouldn’t have felt so lonely… just go away from my sight
Never fade…never stop impressing me…
I’m getting the chills…I’m naked and ashamed
Call me if you want my love…
Call me when you are ready to speak to me…
Chill out…for a time…
Depression –
I don’t want it to tear away at my heart
Suicidal thoughts –
Don’t want to forgive my wrongs
Hear my screams –
Stray away with me and I’ll twirl you around
Ooh… Debris is beneath my feet
That cuddles around me
Ooh…bring me higher than the clouds above
(ch.) Don’t waste away
Like the clouds above me
Don’t make me pick you up from the ground
Shouldn’t have felt so lonely… just go away from my sight
Never fade…never stop impressing me…
I’m getting the chills…I’m naked and ashamed
Call me if you want my love…
Call me when you are ready to speak to me…
Chill out…for a time…
Don’t want to break me into worthless pieces…
My will is to be here right beside you
You’re in the recesses of my mind…
The clouds above me make me blind…
Sitting in a diner booth
Is cozy and inviting.
To me, such places are, in truth,
The tables most delighting.
When offered booth or table,
There’s no contest; I will choose
A booth which will enable
Me to chill out and enthuse.
At dinner, I like atmosphere
And candlelight and chairs,
A place to sip an ice-cold beer
And wait while food prepares.
Yet for breakfast or a lunchtime meal,
My preference tends to be
A diner with the main appeal
Of booths for friends and me.
My husband likes a table most
But will not raise his voice
When we end up in, you might have guessed,
A booth. (He has no choice!)