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Poor folk line the bottom floor
While the educated are in the middle
Because the rich MUST tip the top
So they can condescend to the little
Oh, I'm not being judgmental
I have been up and I have been down
I have been in many positions all around
When I decided to stay on the ground
....floor, and struggle no more
What is so confounded important
At the top that isn't at the base
A value, a belief, a position...power
That declares one has finally located a place
.....in the grid
I suppose, most don't know a truth
There are supporting beams only
And the way to stumble upon this knowledge
Is by falling through the gaps of lonely
In the building of the HIGH RISE
The one thing you avoid, is alone
You wants groups, clusters, gangs
That think and act the same, in their home
I've always been alone, so I can see
The system, the pressure, the lack
And what I have found is that lies
Will always pay you back
....for believing, and receiving
........any and all rewards
Nope! No HIGH RISE for me
I have chosen to be
.....free
..............from all encumbrances.
Guess that means, no promotion!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-08-2019
Absence as I hear them calling
Broken as I feel them falling
Cardiac as it's stalling
Darkness has me crawling
Endeavoring to its installing
Fevered by enthralling
Giving into it appalling
Heartfelt gifts sprawling
Individual love is worth mauling
Jointly our worth is stalling
Kissing my lips, befalling
Loving her, a load I'm hauling
Missing us forever recalling
No joy in finding the end
Openness only serves to offend
Patience is just pretend
Quietly wanting more than a friend
Reliving does not allow us to transcend
Seeking solutions, don't bend
Time there's none left to extend
Unbelievably easy to condescend
Viciousness has no way to amend
Wanting left no desire to attend
Xenomorphic this relationships bookend
You had every chance girlfriend
Zero desire is left to be penned
A Forms And Words Challenge Poetry Contest
20th February 2023
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
6/17/17
Everyday
It could go one of many ways
During any age
Funny how people have plenty to say
Yet over money, it can be a deadly game
What is the root of all evil?
Did it have to do with a cathedral
Currency, those that never treat you equal
Or whomever never tells the truth to people?
Struggles daily, monthly
And yearly in every single country
Famished and hungry
So very far from comfy
Must be another dummy
You don't even know me, yet you want to judge me?
Then get all huffy and puffy
While being fussy
If nothing you got to say is nice
Take a hike
Or pay the price
If you never try to make it right
Masses flocking to what trends
Excited to tell their loved ones, family and friends
I can't quite relate but I can comprehend
Without trying to offend
Or condescend
Around turns and bends
Straight aways near and from any hedge
Above and below some ledge or edge
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.
John 1:14
And when you condescend to contemplate
the message that has been received, the very
Word of God, who, in order to relate,
became an empty version of Himself,
flesh fused with the divine, the incarnate,
and when you scoff at fairy tales that God
dwelt on high but chose to condescend,
among your chief objections known to
us, that these are myths best left at childhood’s end…
and having been exactly where you are,
we sympathize, once shared your unbelief,
have walked the roads you walk, or ones akin,
seen life come crashing down in pain and grief,
His seeming absence, time and yet again,
glory withheld, providing no relief.
Glory bestowed upon ourselves kept Him far off,
as did our misperceptions of our need,
of our supposed good weighed on a scale,
the god of merit surely sees indeed!
Only stop a moment and consider that the
Son did satisfy your penalty for sin decreed.
From hands and feet and side, his love poured out;
the precious drops were spilled on your behalf.
Father, tearful, pouring out His wrath,
full weight of sin falling instead on Him.
Of what are we to make of sacrificial love?
Grace thus given overwhelms the mind
and in the end, our hearts are put at rest;
Truth comes down in lowly form, His wayward sheep to find.
Compelled, you condescend to give,
With buts, ifs, ooh and oh you give,
God! Grudge-giving’s no way to give.
You aim to get more than you give,
Give, on weighing what you’d receive,
Yet, for past sins there’s no reprieve.
Giving, when you give, has no goal
Save helping a wretched poor soul
In dire need a good enough dole.
Charity is a goal-less game,
But if yours be for name and fame,
It’s just trade for gain if you give.
And it has a profit motive—
Cheap coppers, not silver thru sieve,
It’s charity with knots of weave.
Yet, time when comes, one unknown eve,
All left behind bare hands you leave,
And pardon there’s nor a reprieve,
O there’s no alt, give up you must,
And all you’ve had is good as dust,
Good deeds are all you can retrieve.
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Triplet |04.12.2021| giving, charity
It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are all bereft
I'm talking about ptsd in remission
Anyone can suffer from this condition
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind
To help these people you must be strong
Sometimes it's tiring and days are long
Be there for them when they call
To you it may appear so small
Give them a hug if there are down
If there tears are flowing don't just frown
Listen to them as their fears unfold
Pull up your chair as experiences are told
Once they've spoken do not mock
There mind is ticking like a cuckoo clock
If you do they may implode
Or worst still totally explode
What they need is a reason to live
You are the power and need to give
Don't condescend and say normal stuff
It will be ok is not enough
Find something they can grab hold
A purpose in life that can't be sold
A feeling of a accomplishment is a must
Alot to give and gain there trust
Once this hurdle has been broken
Many other things will be spoken
Listen intently and offer advice
Whatever you do don't patronise
If you struggle and can't complete
Liase with a charity who you can meet
They will help you save this friend
Ptsd is a killer and that needs to end
Draw the curtains
Dim the light
Get settled down
For this long winter night
Almost dozing In my chair
A sleeping cat on my knee
Feeling warm and content
A pleasant place to be.
A fire in the grate
A red hot ember bed
Before which my lady sits
Toasting crusty bread
An old fashioned fork
Holds the speared slices down
Which the embers very quickly
Turn a shade of golden brown
A buttered toast and coffee supper
The toast spread with marmalade
One of those special snacks
Hot, tasty,simple, homemade.
The cat stretches and grumbles
As I reach for my treats
Not the sort of thing any
Self respecting cat eats.
With a disdainful air
She leaps to,the floor
Haughtily strides away
Knee not needed anymore
When I’ve grovelled sufficiently
I’ll in time be forgiven and then
I’m sure she’ll condescend
To occupy my knee again
Its a scene repeated nightly
And I’m getting used to that
It’s hell being appointed human
To the disdainful resident cat.
a carefully curated posture
shoulders back, chin high
bathed in self assurance
wearing a veil of confidence
thinking can sway the earth
always at centre of stage
fishing for recognition
taking inflated credits for success
bragging of achievements
fancy knowing all
not inclined to learn
to avow mistakes
self-conceited
sense of self- importance
holding themselves in the sky
others as inferior
on low ground
heart turned to stone
seeking own gains
rooted in self exhaltation
raising own ranks
heeding not what others think
words chosen
like precious stones
each syllable weighed
polished, and displayed
for admiring eyes
speaking of journeys
never taken
of battles fought
in hushed rooms
victories whispered
to an invisible court
laughter too loud
too bright
a manufactured chime
to mask silence
that would otherwise reveal
hollowness within
inhabiting a rarefied air
where common ground
is but a place
they condescend to visit
a fleeting curiosity
before returning to their peak
building castles
on fleeting sands
fortified with opinions
that echo their own voice
a fortress of ego
impenetrable
sadly, alone
constant striving
not for growth
but for image
reflecting in lake
that never ripples
always perfect
ever staged
in quiet moments
when performance falters
when mask slips
a flicker of doubt
a tremor of fear
reveals the fragile soul
beneath the regal facade
soon curtain rises
spotlight finds its mark
and the curated posture
steps back into place
the perfect illusion
restored once more.
The music beat is loud
As we dance through the crowd
Create your own verse
It could be far worse
Let the music fill your ears
And erase all your fears
The lights flash before your eyes
Do it before the party dies
Time is running out
No time for silly doubt
Take the art in your hands
And twist it for your fans
Purples, pinks, and scarlet
All splatter the walls for a harlot
Perhaps I'm a mannequin
Who parades himself as a charlatan
A mass of bodies is an ocean
It's easy to get lost in the motion
As we dance through the crowd
The music beat is loud
Twist the art, twist the art
Pull the strings and it falls apart
Create your own verse
It could really be worse
Tally ho I'm above the rest
With a biting commentary of the best
Let the music fill your ears
And erase all your fears
Twist the art, twist the art
It's your last chance to look smart
Time is running out
No time for silly doubt
The colors fill me so serenely
My thoughts are so unseemly
Take the art in your hands
And twist it for your fans
The chorus burns to an end
My eyes could condescend
Purples, pinks, and scarlet
Oh no, I feel I might love a harlot
Twist the art, twist the art
The strings pulled apart it kick starts my heart
Really I'm just a dancing mannequin
Who parades himself a charlatan
You may feel “Satin Sheets Slide”
You may think it’s a woman’s thing
But please condescend to my way of thinking
Come with me
Into the realm of the satin-sheet-feel
Erecting monumental memories of me
Come slip with me, come slide with me
Forget about your masculinity
Celebrate with me my femininity
Remind me of who I am
Woman!
The softer side of you that God instilled
The side that brings out that tender smile
The side that holds me with passion
The side that kisses my tears away
The side that gives me your shoulder to cry on
You may feel, “Satin Sheets Slide”
You may think it’s a woman’s thing
But please condescend to my way of thinking
Come with me
Into the realm of the satin-sheet-feel
Erecting monumental memories of me
Come slip with me, come slide with me