Long Complaints Poems
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I had been placed in chains
Where the cripples shed their canes
And the blind regained the art of seeing.
It was a robbers’ den
And as all God fearing men,
I had assets needed freeing.
Sometimes the poet’s muse
Is a bride who will refuse
All his conjugal solicitations.
He must lure to bed
Any tramp that turns his head
With unchaste alliterations:
And so it goes...
He’d lived his life alone
In a hermitage of stone
Where he rang those bells for all occasions;
Like the feasts of saints,
For the widows’ sad complaints,
And for joyous celebrations.
It's said confusion rules
At the Festival of Fools
And the scene below just seemed to prove it.
So he clambered down
And was regent of the crown
Till Claude Frollo’s hand removed it.
He smelled her perfumed hair
From across Cathedral Square
And the fragrance soothed his loss of hearing;
For her silent dance
Cast a soul ensnaring trance
Both enticing and endearing.
She was a barefoot girl
With her gypsy skirt a swirl
As the minstrels played a tarantella;
Graceful as fabric spun
From a gently setting sun,
And he pined for Esméralda.
But when the maid fell hard
For the Captain of the Guard
As a villain plotted her seduction,
His trust was put to test
On a futile, wicked quest
In abetting her abduction.
And so he bore the blame
When the warden called his name
As they bared his back to take a whipping.
He felt each lash stroke bleed,
The injustice of the deed
Set those righteous scales to tipping.
While the Archdeacon's kin,
Who was guilty of the sin,
Stalked the halls as Satan’s emissary,
A young girl’s tortured plea
Brought his fool to guarantee
Esméralda's sanctuary.
In a defiant act
When the rebel mob attacked,
He strained his crooked back to save the maiden;
And called the angels home
With the tolling of Guillaume,
Like hard currency to trade in.
He ran from wall to wall,
Hurling curses at them all,
Raining molten lead down on the rabble,
From the gargoyles’ throats
To the beggars’ ragged coats
In a symphony of babble.
But it was all in vain;
He could laugh himself insane,
Still those oaken doors were being battered,
And the dénouement
Left his ashes in the straw,
Proving love was all that mattered.
Begin
Thus spoke the Premier in a solemn voice
Announced the implementation of a new plan
There are too many scams, I had no choice
It is to benefit the common man
At the stroke of midnight when the corrupt sleep
Their misdeeds in the past sixty-year span
Will be exposed when the new changes creep
It is to benefit the common man
The new fiscal policies come into force
Old high denomination notes, under a ban
Must be deposited in a bank, explaining their source
It is to benefit the common man
Only limited withdrawals from banks allowed
New notes, small currencies to be supplied in a van
In front of banks panic stricken citizens crowd
It is to benefit the common man
Small vendors, daily wage earners badly hit
Blamed the faulty implementation of the plan
With no resources to survive they admit
It is NOT to benefit the common man
The opposition parties were on their feet
To scourge the government on the plan
They used the situation to generate heat
It is NOT to benefit the common man
Fifty-five people died standing in the queue
Claimed the opposition, it was an empty van
Government bigwigs unaffected as they knew
It is NOT to benefit the common man
Nonsense! Said government sources
The process of cleansing just began
Soon there will exist no evil forces
It is to benefit the common man
Fifty-five million patiently stood in the queue
Waiting to withdraw as fast as they can
Their complaints are baseless and nothing new
It is to benefit the common man
The common man is helpless, unable to think
What will be the end of the process that began
Short of cash, in misery he’s on the brink
What else can he do, he’s born a common man!
End
We mostly eat in silence,
After 50 years together
there’s really nothing
much left to say –
We disagree on
everything any way!
I look across from our rickety table
into her tired, forlorn eyes
and see years of struggle, hurt
resentment and complaints.
I look around our
rented, crummy apartment
full of worn-out books,
magazines, newspaper clippings,
paid bills and handout furniture –
Really not much to show
for a lifetime of harvesting!
We, the two of us
who are mostly good,
Who raised good kids,
Who dotted all the i’s
Who crossed all the t’s,
Who paid their taxes
and their bills on time,
Who prayed diligently,
Who toed the line
every step of the way,
Working side by side
day in and day out –
Yet, no spoils good enough
to bring home to.
With kids all grown up
and long gone
and the sun finally set,
Oh, how I wonder...
what will the night be like?
We both get up at the same time
plates in our hands–
Don’t eat much these days, you know;
Now, time and old age
hover around us like
the beleaguered butler
with a frayed towel over his arm!
~04/30/23
~Contest: Empty Nest
~Sponsor: Cooper Etheridge
I love to watch a farm awaken in the early spring,
Especially as the birds in the forest happily sing,
The farm knows how to be itself, profound and true,
Like the faded red barn, quietly beholding the view.
In this moment, the farm finds its serenity,
Between sips of morning coffee, so heavenly,
Tempting songs of cardinals, a melodious cheer,
Chips and whistles carried by the breezy air.
Who wouldn't be captivated by this wondrous sight,
As darkness surrenders to the emerging light,
The old barn stands, with no complaints or pleas,
No need for a fresh coat of red, at ease it sees.
The morning fog, a gentle, subtle trace,
In the fields unplowed, it finds its place,
Soon, corn will grow in rows so neat,
And crows will gather for a sumptuous treat.
Gently I inhale the farm's awakening charm,
Especially in the early spring's tranquil arm,
Where the soul knows no bounds, it's free,
Across an undefined horizon, a painting, you see.
Quiet repose, a vastness, the soul's delight,
A pretty picture as the new day takes flight,
The farm awakens with beauty untold,
In the early spring, where dreams unfold.
The Four Seasons
All the world has four seasons,
why do some think they don't?
They all present differently,
no matter where you are on earth.
We don't need to think we are supreme
beings because we have snowfall.
Nor should we down our sisters and
brothers who choose a sunny climate
other than ours as brainless,dull fuzzballs.
I don't know much, but I know
this.
I will hear complaints from all
when it snows.
At first it will be all ooos and ahs!
But after weeks of shoveling
and unworkable cars,oh my!
They wail for the next season.
If one is lucky enough to be at
home, snowfall is a delight!
But for those who have to work
daily or walk or fall in freezing cold.
This whooping over snow gets
pretty old!
Notes:
*Poet once lived in Chicago
almost half her existence in
the Windy City.
But once she touched the fine
joys of the state of California
life, fell in love with it.
I do mean,hopelessly.*
August 16, 2019
made my Drakes Breath chili for my friends ,
Hot peppers beef cumin veggies ,sauce and more,
Chili and beer ,the party never ends ,
One homie stated. chili to hot for sure.
At the thedepot.org ,I felt not assured,
What’s a head chef to do under restraints ?
The heat stayed medium and I got complaints.
Souvlaki plates aromas and taste i adore.
A pork souvlaki with a savory sauce,
i order the platter i eat two for sure,
The Greek salad I get is surely the boss,
If the platter isn't empty .,it gets tossed,
On certain birthdays I get them by my kin,
When my kin pays,I consider it a win.
I used to eat mexican on my birth day.
I used to order the steak and shrimp plate,
quesadillas with all toppings I say,
There 4 or 5 quesadillas that I ate.
At thedepot.org met old friends it was great.
I ate medium sized vege chili bowl,
Last week -a vegan burger,good for the soul.
Those who today loudly voice their complaints
Might do well to study a people most quaint
The Jewish People for 3,332 years has survived
Despite pogroms and holocausts, still quite alive
A former slave nation exiled to Persia almost 2,500 years ago
Jerusalem then razed to the ground by Rome, as you know
Jews lived by the skin of their teeth for 1,900 years
Until they retook Jerusalem in 1967, a miracle it appeared
Herded into ghettos in Western Europe 'til Napoleon
And the 'Pale of Settlement' further east 'til the 20th century dawned
Jews kept a low profile, in the face of Injustice didn't complain
Beatings, Blood-Libels, Round-ups -- all sorts of Pain
Jews couldn't own land; they were barred from all professions
Countless peasants falsely accused Jews of murder at confession
The Jew became a middleman, a despised money-changer
If he tried to pass for a gentile, his very life was in danger
As if all that weren't enough, last century 6 million precious Jewish souls
died in Nazi gas chambers, crematoria, trenches, open holes
One-third of all the world's Jews wiped out in just six years
Pregnant women and infants murdered in that Valley of Tears
Today Jews are in Jerusalem, Israel! a People standing strong
They refused to give up hope just because they were wronged
What's their secret, you may ask. How did they do it
No smoke. No mirrors. They just stubbornly stuck to it...
Rule #1: Education, universal literacy for all of their seed
From the age of three, every Jewish child's taught to read
Next: Family purity, the holiness and sanctity of wedlock
Women always had rights! but no infant aborted, no child 'bad luck'
And finally, what kept it all together, down through the ages
An unshakeable belief in God and His Law, no matter the outrages
So, from the Jews you might want to take a softer-voiced cue
For you too can do it. Just follow three rules...
I won't wake up to the constant ringing of the doorbell…
I ignore
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, looking like hell,
Once more
It's too hard to recognize your soft voice
In the chaos of my family's music choice
You used to do such dumb things to me
You accused me of being the fool too, I see
Days and weeks pass us by
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Months and years go on by
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
But silence speaks too…
I don't want to hear your complaints about me all day and night
Change is a challenging chore
I won't let the sun shine down on me as I sweat a storm with fright
Open up the opportunity door
It's too hard to recognize your soft voice
In the chaos of my family's music choice
You used to do such dumb things to me
You accused me of being the fool too, I see
Days and weeks pass us by
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Months and years go on by
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
But silence speaks too…
I silently shower upon me radiant relief
From this squalid grief...this cruel grief…
You should have heard me out in the brink of my unfailing demise
You laugh at me cuz you don't know the truth behind your lies
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
And I cry and I cry and I cry
Out your name in the darkness
You don't hear my lonely distress
I'm the silence amongst the crowd
I'm the silence that won't speak aloud
And I try and I try and I try
To understand your point of view
I am truly confused just like you
Know that my silence speaks too...
For Granted
Verse 1
I look and I listen
I really pay attention
To all that goes on
I feel like I have forever
But not to get it together
It's time to be strong
I am a conqueror
I am smart, I can offer alot
But the most is my heart
The lines in life sometimes seem slanted
How can we take it for granted
Chorus
Why cant we , see
That there is guarantees
In life
When you make sacrifices
Listen up take advices
Remember the only way you can do things is through Christ and
No matter how its handed
Don't take it for granted
Verse 2
We all make mistakes
Yes we do
We allow different aspects of life
To disturb the view
The view of our dreams
The view of our goals
We lose sight of who has control
We don't realize
Until we see with our own eyes
How life can Change
You only have one life
If you don't correct it who will you blame
Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh
Chorus
Why cant we , see
That there is guarantees
In life
When you make sacrifices
Listen up take advices
Remember the only way you can do things is through Christ and
No matter how its handed
Don't take it for granted
Bridge
I want to live without complaints
I want to fulfill my life with no aints or cants
I want to show that I can handle it
Don't want to take life for granted
(Repeat 1x)
Chorus
Why cant we , see
That there is guarantees
In life
When you make sacrifices
Listen up take advices
Remember the only way you can do things is through Christ and
No matter how its handed
Don't take it for granted
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
2/27/18
There once was a windless beach; calm indeed
That never lay complaints of wavering sea,
But enjoys its gentle ebb's flow cum speed-
With freedom's depth not battling justice fee.
Pretense not its trait,
Either run love or walk hate-
Never change its state.
There once was a nut tree at water edge:
Its sitting roots are firmly deep down soil,
Though enjoying the beach's windless breeze pledge,
Yet wants a test of storm on its roots' spoil
Awaiting beach's wretch...
Leaping on swollen phlegm's sketch,
While not once so stretch.
There once was a delightful sensation,
Every moment is glad to enjoy whole...
But its windless trait force adaptation,
And make it hard to play many a role.
Sometimes one forgets,
What beach feels to bring on sweats...
Being windless brings threats.
There once was a faint breeze drives that do dive;
Wavering in silence of calm atmosphere,
But deserves what such nature's setups thrive...
Which remains still cum fun to persevere.
Sometimes night is hot,
While day; a seeming cool spot
But of same calm knot.
There once was a lofty romantic pace,
That watery slope never slip off its trace.