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(Apologies to Rudyard Kipling)
If you can cope with no view of the trees but only sky
if you can navigate some toenail clippings floating by
if you can use duct tape to stop a wound from bleeding faster
because you're 90 million miles from the chemist for some plasters
if a flatulant spaceman's gasses reach your lungs and start to fill you
and you can't open a window for that very act would kill you
if you like the taste of potato processed like papier mache
and don't mind drinking real ale with a straw from out a sachet
if you know that the Rams are playing Man United with a full gate
but can't get the result for thirteen hours to celebrate
if when systems start to fail and all hope is gone
and you should have stayed inside the bar of the White Swan
if boldly going somewhere is your real idea of fun
then you deserve all credit, and you'll be a man, my son.
LLAP
Are you an explosion
A giant big bang
Or can you just speak life with your words
Were you on those pages
In the heralds of prophets
Or are you just a rumor I heard
Are you evolution
Does it prove you're a myth
Could mankind have started with two
Is there really a devil
And angels uncounted
Or are they just a story like you
Do you hear me call out
When I'm sad or afraid
Are you watching with love
Are you crying
Or are you just a wish
That will never come true
From a man who just can't cope with dying
Are you a placebo
For the people of Earth
Who need to live life with assurance
Are you given to people
Who can't face the fact
That we're just a random occurence
Are you're promises myths
Are they carrots on sticks
Is it true there is life everlasting
Can we really be smitten
For not believing what's written
When we in our true hearts were asking
I don't mean to be saying
Come down from that cross
But my doubts, they are growing like cancer
Come out of that book
Come down from the sky
I feel like you owe me an answer
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
~ So Strong Through God ~
( Linked )
So strong Through God
S
God gives me strength
O
Strength every day
S
Day to face, cope
T
Cope with 'bout all
R
All things through life
O
Life's stress, struggles
N
Struggles I face
G
Face all the way
T
Way as they come
H
Come every day
R
Day, night, can cope
O
Cope with Lord best
U
Best is with God
G
God brings Love, Hope
H
Hope, always peace
G
Peace, Love Lord gives
O
Gives to me, so
D
So strong through God.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
September.06.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Linked" is a poetry form or style created in 2008, by Erich J. Goller.
Thank you for reading!
I’m sitting at my keyboard
Just ranting and abusing
Which my long suffering wife
No longer finds amusing.
I’m both dyslexic and dyspraxic
Which is why I swear and curse
Because for a creative person that
Combination couldn’t be worse.
To make matters harder I Have
a keyboard that judy can’t spell
And predictive text just
Can Make my life hell.
I bought a dictation programme,
Money very badly spent.
It just can’t cope with
My East Yorkshire accent.
So if my rambling is at time
More than usually absurd
Full of errors and typos
And the odd little non word
Please be a little forgiving
For what you are getting to see,
With all those helpers switched off
The unaided uncorrected real me.
Just One More Day
It's been a whole year now since you went away.
They say it gets easier, maybe, some day.
So many things we still needed to say.
If I could see you, just one more day.
I'd beg of you, "Why did you take your own life?"
"Have you any idea of my sadness and strife?"
Would there be anything you'd like to say?
If I could see you, just one more day?
So many nights my mind drifts in wonder.
I lie there awake, head pounding like thunder.
I realize there wasn't much I could do.
Would you've still done the same if I'd said I loved you?
Or would I be sitting here still hurt this way?
So cold to the comforting words people say.
Peace is the one thing that's not in my mind.
How many years will it take me to find?
Could I have saved you from dying that day?
Could my fragile mind cope with the words you would say?
Your shackles were gone when you set yourself free.
Mine have been on since you passed them to me.
With just a few answers I might find my way.
If I could see you, just one more day.
12-07-2015
Waiting to be found
It breaks my heart to see and feel love,
It’s so overwhelming to cope with.
I try to feel nothing then I see how much,
I need to believe in love and hope to believe.
We need to have something to believe in,
Be it religion or love or destiny.
Whatever you believe or hope for in life,
Love is real and will not be doubted by me.
Love is the reason I wake up every day,
It is my lifelong search for happiness that drives me forward in hope.
It doesn’t matter if you believe in true love,
Just heed the words I say because nobody knows,
What will happen tomorrow.
Our destiny is already written
And when you love it cannot be denied.
You know it is the truth to you and they can see it in your smile.
Love is all you need to make the world go around.
I love love; love loves me.
I am waiting to be found.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Ugly people
We living in a world with a hole in it
We living life ugly
But we make the world go round
Would you think I was hopeless
If I led you astray with a song
Whom else are you willing to cope with
I’ve gone missing within your arms
The future
It won’t be here to grace your face
And tomorrow just won’t take you in
Don’t you love your poets
Writers from within your storm
Tenderly, I’ve grown so cold
That my days no longer keep me warm
Capsuled in a city of dreary moments
And I’m hearing there’s more a coming
As indecent as a man who knows not to feel
Searching for a wagon wheel
Up from midnight and on until
Why don’t you sing with me
See how much time we can kill
We’re just ugly people
Living in a world with a hole in it
Don’t you love this ugly person
I don’t do much at all
Just doing my part, living life ugly
But I make the world go round
“It’s lovely isn’t it
Ugly people,
We’re beautiful aren’t we”
Screams of anguish and torment filter the atmosphere
The streets are cracked open and the crowds' are all full of fear
Where could we go to switch gear? How can we clean up this mess?
Where shall our shelter take place? Could we beat this game of chess?
Silence plants itself in the ruins where we all lay in despair
The buildings are jacked-up, the automobiles are wrecked...Why is this so unfair?
How are we going to make a living? Is there a place available for us?
Where shall our peace take place? Could we have good luck showered upon us?
Or are we all going to cope with this devastating doom?
Our Final Dance with Death
One way or another in this life each of us shall end up,
In that final dance of our life—that dance with Death.
Some shall experience this dance routine earlier in life,
Whilst others shall follow later in the course of a life’s run.
Hope, faith, courage, and a spirit of love may help each of us
To cope with the expected final eventualities from this dance.
It’s oft easier to wax philosophically about someone else’s
Circumstances with Death’s spectre rather than our very own.
Ultimately, one’s faith in Almighty God is the eternal power
Far beyond our death that beckons all of us to His Kingdom.
And so, this final dance with Death is our transition from the
Mortal Coil as our souls ascend skyward into God’s Kingdom.
Deus est qui regit omnia—and we are one with Him in the end.
Deus miseratur, Deus vobiscum—Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 12, 2018 (Couplet)
Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019
Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding aforementioned will yield.
While deeply asleep
during late afternoon siesta
above name named date/time,
yours truly immediately awoke
with a start, at strong violent
urge to upheap
I made little or no bowed peep,
but sat bolt upright stock still
tear ducts activated eyes
as if ready to weep.
Sadness less pervasive than fright
since reverse peristalsis uncommon
within body electric regarding plight,
which analogous volcanic eruption
albeit bubbling magmatic flow slight
reverse peristalsis found yours truly
on par with fire breathing dragon ar
goo ably momentarily nonplussed -
while dry cough minus gushing lava
gratefully only smoldered before sim
ring upper gastrointestinal tract did
allow, enable, and provide mouths
full of distilled water quench sudden
unquenchable thirst relieved result
ant unpleasant aftertaste (no pun
intended), yet distilling humor helps
me weather, manage, cope... with
unexpected physiological fee nom
mina - shot straight up within digest
heave tract, and did lament this rick
hitty packet of muscle and bone aft
times susceptible to disheartening
woebegone news afflicting this non
Norwegian bachelor farmer, whom
if the missus cooking triggered bout
unleashing bit torrent of unsavory
plate tectonics, perhaps indicative
of continental drift shrunk down to
miniature, where fault in thee stars
must be held in contempt of court
if for no other reason, I just wanted
to incorporate said phrase, tip here
me got some legal lear'n, when truth
Philly admits he seems to know less,
the he learns, which prompts me to
posit emphatically that ignorance iz
equivalent to bliss, thus presenting
quandary how kin this pronouncedly
reasonably intelligent garden variety
*****sapiens unfetter himself with
cumulative knowledge without reek
horse to invasive surgery such as...
prefrontal lobotomy, or te deum down
smarts some unknown cyber surfer(s)
could easily misconstrue as vainness,
smugness, quintessential pomposity?