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Do not be despicable
It is really terrible
How your attitude is being
Your humanity is fleeting
More and more each time I see
Your mannerism, its clearly
Out of control, so out of whack
All you ever do is attack
With words of fury and disgust
That break down and badly bust
Anyone that comes your way
Thinking it is fun to play
With the fragile emotions
Clueless about any notion
How much pain you are inflicting
Or the way it is affecting
The lives you are tearing apart
Where is the love in your heart
Your ice cold and do not know
How this freezing leaves a glow
Of hurtfulness or does it matter
Your about to really shatter
Into a million broken pieces
Everyone who ever reaches
All the iciness inside
The dark pit you always hide
Only coming out when you
Want someone to feel blue
Does it make you happy when
A day is ruined once again
By your insensitivity
Can't you realize and see
There is another way to live
If you'd try to care and give
Less of your ignorance
In return you'd know kindness
Thawing that icy cold heart
You can make a better start
A course-correction knife was plunged too late.
A smile was still, upon her lips, that date.
Clueless, for most of life, the cherries, green.
Her shoulder-bluffs and high-peak cheeks are seen.
She stands five feet, barely a statue-bold.
Appears quite warm with bundled arms of gold.
A pointed thumb at chest level. A charm
Bracelet does shake with silver-fake alarm.
The lyrics play a lycra-schmooze with stretch.
Uncanny walking cane, amidst homestretch.
A slide puzzle, her wrinkles crash and burn.
Only then, girl, a happenstance upturn.
A giving tree, with scathing sack of seed.
The dandiest scatters of yellow weed.
A field not quite a rose, with weaker stems.
A chosen path amidst headstones - few gems.
But remembered, oh yes. Her name engraved
and youthful picture set. ‘Tis what she craved.
Naïve Lou
has no clue
about boys
and their toys.
She feels sure
she can lure
Cal away
ANY day
from old cars,
gaming wars,
casinos.
She just knows
he’ll prefer
time with her!
Lou’s his gal.
Clueless Cal
thinks she’ll be
frequently
there for him—
at his whim.
Facebook time
will decline.
Girls’ nights out
will, no doubt,
not be ceased,
but decreased!
*******
Should they wed
or instead
say “Good-bye”
with a sigh?
******
Well, these two
said, “I do”
years ago.
Blessings flow.
Compromise
shows how wise
they have grown.
Each has shown
due respect,
no neglect.
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September 8, 2020
entered in the Threes, Please Poetry Contest placed 2nd
Sponsor: Beth Evans
October 1, 2020
entered in the Completely Your Choice (20) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Bankrupt Inner Lives
by Odin Roark
At night
The vacuous feel only their emptiness
Lining up in the dark
Beside stanchions of velvet rope
As condor sentries lift anchor-like hooks
Time’s soulless theme park is open
Clamorous the surge
The decay of centuries past
Swirl their biting dust storms
Vying for another chance
Surging through the dervish-like desperation
A continued vacillate turnover of todays
Crowding the ceremonial skin shedding
Like a pit of serpents struggling to dislodge
The torn
Lifeless
Parasitic past
Trusting the new will provide survival
As light breaks such a dawn
The ravaged and bruised spineless
Merge upon barren landscapes
Raven guides screech welcoming echoes
As undulating mirages of immortality
Invade their delusions of control
Lulling them into drug-like satisfaction
Such continues the stratagem
A parched enigma forever waiting
Another group of self-deceivers
Endlessly visiting their
Inner life wasteland
Clueless
With But Words
Lungs of time
Forever purging yesterdays fever and chills
clueless of ether's match for now
today's fresh intake of memories waiting
no longer a calm awakening
our ears await the sound
By chance
While morning may coughing bring
sending dream's breath asunder
caring not for the sparrow's retreat from sill
or the disturbed peace of
last nights pages at rest
We stir
How vacuous early hours may seem
as thought takes leave of dreaming's insistent clatter
begging caffeine's amorous embrace
even as inhaling ingests wakeful elements aroused
Soon
The pen is lifted
greeting Mind's quiet place
that realm where magic releases wonder
asking for voices yet explored
Patiently
Our unspoken words
our unwritten thoughts
awaiting vision's full awakening
take flight with the uptake some call
the Ah Hah moment of gratitude
We lean forward
The pen lifted
timely resonance delivers
today's sustenance
tomorrow's next pages
perhaps future's chance to ruminate
5/21/11-5/22/11
They told me it was going to be sunny
I decided to go to the beach
Blue beauty…
No, I’m not the same as you can see
I soar off like a distant train
swaying…staying
Connected to the tracks
overwhelmed by rain
You weepie...
don’t you know who made sorrow?
Wait…do not scurry
Tearless for tomorrow
because that day will bring forth
Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface
Wherever we roam,
I’ll collect the foam
from the attacking waves
Masked with bitterness
led by the wind
Bitter clouds sending rain
I guess I’ll remain
Home alone
And watch a pale moonlight
Shone in my withering curtains
I’m certain
There will be brighter days
in this summer vacation
that’s next in line
where we will dine
forever on a soaring tide
clueless…undefined
Overcome the clouds…
Let out victory
Let them know
The key to life is positivity
Or treasured love
Beneath the surface
In other words,
You are marvelous…a blue beauty
You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide
Sending teardrops from bitter clouds
Never meant for harm…
Keep me away from this charm
You send from your silky…
lushing…gushing…
form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain
Paradise lies in silky clouds
Sending irresistible rain
Sending no doubts
Or heart-breaking reminders
Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds
Teary skies…how time flies…
Sending drenched-up memories…
Cuddling to the soul
Oh, how time flies
A cruel enemy…how time could be
a loathly fiend
Sending acid rain
From tilted clouds
immediately drains
the hour…unaware of the time
I wish I could fall in your arms
While the bitter clouds alters into charms
Remain positive and fit
Don’t lie in the ocean floor
There is a deep pit…be vigilant
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
My smile will warm up
The cloudy day…
and send the rain
Under the water
Under the teary sea
is where our destiny will be
the lovely clouds
will be our shrouds
it tickles my feet
and your wiggling fins
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
Snuggle
In my arms
Cut the budget
Cut the fraud
Cut the bullcrap
Cut the lies
Cut, cut, cut it out!
Finding ways to reduce spending while spending is diabolical. Spending millions on a military parade is waste management at its finest.
What in the Big Beautiful Baffling Bill is going on?
When I was young we use to say, “Robbing Peter to pay Paul.” The “rich” are probably clueless to this saying, but the struggling people lived, know and understand the meaning of this statement.
“Robbing Peter to pay Paul” meant, taking from one to give to another. More like, taking from one end to make ends meet on another end. For example, taking some of the money from the light bill to put that money on the water bill.
Ssh, the way I see it, when it comes to this administration, it’s robbing Peter and Paul.
You ain’t got no brains or sense
combined with inexperience,
all you are is somewhat dense
lacking all significance.
You don’t see the world around you
always stuck in your own head,
missing clear points in your view
to lies so bad you sound brain dead.
Taking credit that’s undeserved
away from those who do the work,
and when complaints of you are served
deflecting them reveals your worth.
Shameful acts and desperation
lacking any form of talent,
confused without an education
unaware of what you haven’t.
When somebody calls you special
you believe it to be a compliment,
with ignorance on another level
you’re both clueless and confident.
Luckily you’re just too thick
and too proud to improve,
never understand one bit,
the stupidity of you.
I watched you suffer and wondered why,
How could anyone do this to you and why?
I know you tried your best to find the answer and ventured
Down every avenue,
Yet you still were clueless in a Feld of clues.
Each clue leading to another place,
Yet it only led to a faded Memory and another empty space.
What happened to the man I knew so long ago?
What caused you to become someone I don’t even know?
At times I wondered how you still remembered me,
But then I think maybe you don't it's just my hoping it
Would be.
I wish the answer to all your memories and questions comes back to you
And you'll once again be the man we all once knew
Quote: Nature is flawed yet flawless, the ground likes your toes, and that your ponytail endears the breeze. (By Poet)
Sunset evolves into a dust cloud.
As the colors shift, the trees become dreary.
In the wee hours, a drumbeat of loud sirens howled.
As the sun sets, bright glossy white clouds fall utterly.
Not Beyond the earth or screens.
Nature, at her finest, is mixture of flowers and greens.
The lofty trees wore a white cloak floating the scenes.
Rather than snarling down the hill, they took it slowly.
Snow was a curse, nature was a mystery.
Ecosystem plants, alike humans, can mortify.
Even clueless people may now grasp the global natural crowd.
Men must live in congruity with nature and work unweary.
Nature and mind are always gleans.
Let's save colorful flowers swing in the homely.
Written: July 15, 2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France