Long Coping Poems
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Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
I wish I did drugs so I could stop over-dosing on depression and anxiety
I wish I had some drugs so I could self-medicate because I don't always have the energy to meditate
I think my positivity escaped
They ask how I'm doing, and I respond great
Knowing damn well my emotions feel like they are always running late
I know happiness is worth more than money but I still bathe in jealousy of those who base their theme around the C. R. E. A. M.
Need to be positive and build myself up but my thoughts are so selfish
I'm gonna do it with or without you
Think I talk to myself too much
Internal processing the mess of the world tied with the stress of my mind
But I always tell myself I'm fine
You're fine
Right before the anger gets the best of me
What will it be
I can't see the future, but I act like I've been watching it on a DVD
For years now
And when I fall short of the scene
I think back to how I wish I was just a little bit taller
Baller of the past
When all I would do was play basketball and watch movies
Movies made cocaine look so cool at times or at least there was a moment of happiness
And that's all I want these days because I think I'm about to crack
Thoughts telling me maybe try lean because I don't really have anyone to lean on
My meth od of coping is not always crystal clear
So, I drink my alcohol on the rocks with my choice of clear
Because the dark liquor takes me too far past my nightmares
And I just want things to be clear
Again
I wish God would switch my switch from off
I'm tired of walking around in the dark
Scrolling through social media timelines
I refresh religiously but can't refresh my own life
I wonder if drugs will solve my problems
Or simply become another problem
So, I ask myself is that temporary happiness really worth the potential consequences?
Because drugs will the best hug that dug a hole in your heart before you can even protect yourself
Revealing the underlying sinister complex of self-justification
That will keep you high for a little only to crash lower than low
Don't give in, don't follow them, I tell myself
p.s. if I can't fit in I'll stand out, side the lines so much that the original transforms...
Once haunted with sleeplessness-caused angst
gripped by guilt midst tormenting iniquities…
my soul lost its vibrancy in communing with God
Now, by His pardon of loving forgiveness ---
I’m restored, enjoying serenity of night’s rest.
When attacked by sleeplessness-inflicted sorrow
marked by surmounting unbelief due to life’s enigmas …
my heart seeks the Saviour Who assures me His presence
despite uncertainty of the future ---
I’m pacified with His declaration of security.*
At times that I’m visited with sleeplessness-driven boredom
intensifying feelings of futility over ministerial routine...
my faith is reproved by the Master, exemplifying His sacrifice
leading me to His wisdom’s prudence ---
I’m humbled, yielding to Him every time I retire.
Triumphing over sleeplessness-triggered despair
while subduing frustration, coping with failure...
my spirit cleaves to the Lord Whose compassion and grace always work
upholding, strengthening me in my reaching-out endeavours ---
I’m grateful, revived to face another blessed day to serve with bliss.
*Psalm 4:8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.
June 16, 2020
1st place, "STRAND NO. 800 FINALE" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/16/2020.
COLOURFICATION
As the charcoal clouds coat the azure skies,
carnation cheeks duet with a sunny smile
greets, her vermilion lips luscious in lure
speaks. Her hour-glass shape molded sublime
to spring looking olive-coral printed dress. She
walking like a panther in ivory high heels.
Was that rose or jasmine scent I smell?
It tantalized my senses, I breathe, I see anew.
Her long straight hair sways as she moves.
Soft silver gems adorn her ears and neck
while a violet Hermes hang loose to her arm.
Her Aphrodite beauty shines, charms more.
Sting. Chilled by unknown void and emptiness,
suddenly my heart tedious throbbing beats
went still, frozen beneath amber eyes stare.
My fifty shades of authority slowly melting down
I, trying hard to control, coping to hide through.
Will my teasing taunts, flawless flaunting pumps,
thrall the innocence of the woman in-front of me?
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Poetry Contest: United colours: Colourfication
***3rd Place***
Sponsored by: Silent One
10:38 am, March 17, 2016
This is how an airport feels -
Crowded, hot and teeming.
Lines that wrap around and ‘round;
Babes and toddlers screaming.
Masks on every face except
So many noses showing
And no one to remind them of what
They should all be knowing.
Screeners who take pleasure in
Enthusiastic groping.
Stressed out families schlepping
So much stuff they’re barely coping.
Loud announcements reinforce
The social distance ruling;
Gazing at the hordes you wonder
If they might be fooling.
Get on board and find a seat
And finally, you’re flying.
If you can, you calm yourself;
Believe me - I am trying.
Once upon a time there was a bear called Ted
He was very down and lounged all day in bed
His mum was concerned as Ted was so sad
He totally changed since he lost his dear dad
At one time Ted was the talk of the town
He was happy and jolly just like a clown
Then his dad got ill and passed away
Ted never left the house from that day
His mum was concerned and called in the doc
He said Ted’s not coping well with the shock
Ted needs to get out of bed and get in the sun
Then he’ll soon regain his sense of fun
The doc also thought it would be a good idea
If Ted’s friends could take him out for a ginger beer
Ted’s mum immediately gave his friends a ring
And straight into action these bears did spring
Ted went for a drink and he started to smile
He hadn’t been outdoors for such a long while
The change of scenery did Ted the world of good
Now he’s back having fun with his pals in the wood
Ted goes out with his good friends every day
His mum is relieved he goes outside to play
He laugh’s and jokes and plays tricks with his mates
And he’s now met a girl bear and they go out on dates
His friends are special and they’ve helped Ted the bear
Ted’s so very lucky to have such good friends who care
Contest – Once Upon a Time
Sponsored by Eve Roper
01~29~17
"I am the light of the world. He who follows Me
shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.
John 8:12 _ Bible
My Journey Into I Am That I Am
I have been a lucky girl in this life,
have been taught morals and coping ability:
even though I have felt life's knife,
I have no greed, envy, malice- only civility;
and control anger and fear with tranquility.
It takes years but I can now transcend,
from my outer self into my inner self that hides:
and as a tree in the mighty wind I bend,
releasing a character flaw as a leaf that glides;
and in enlightenment there are many guides.
My journey to I am has been long,
and I work each day at letting go of the past:
knowing sorrow made me strong,
I want the now and not- what has long passed;
because there is beauty everywhere so vast.
So, I put the pictures of the dead,
within a chest to rest where I can often go:
and love lays in this memory bed,
and then, I close the lid on all my former woe;
and to people and new moments I now say hello !
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April 30, 2023
Poetry/Quintain (English)/Refining Consciousness
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1543-813-30
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Redefining Consciousness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/04/2023
First Place (Trophy)
MY OWN KIND OF BLUES CAME IN THE EVENING NEWS
SADDESS FILLS MY SOUL FOR NO REASON I'M TOLD
QUIET NOW WIPE THOSE TEARS AS MY EYES CLEARS
THE WETNESS POURS MORE AND MORE ON THIS FLOOR
OF GRIEF BENEATH ME I WEEP SO PROFOUNDLY
AS LAUGHTER COVERS THE SUN TASTING THE WARM
SUBLE AIR NO ONE WILLING TO SHARE IT
FOR I CAN NOT BREATH FOR SUCH A PAIN
I LIE HEAR 80 YEARS MY SENIOR AS I DIE TODAY
FROM A HORRID DEATH OF LOVING TOO MUCH
AND NOW THAT THE FUNERAL IS THROUGH
IT'S RIGHT IN MY FACE HE DON'T LOVE YOU
SUCH A SILLY LITTLE THING HERE LOOKING AT ME
WAITING AND WANDERING HOW GREEDY IS SHE
FOR I TAKE NOTHING AND INHERIT YOUR PAIN
I SWALLOW THE CRIES HIDDEN DOWN YOUR SPINE
AS I CRY FOR US BOTH AS I REAP WHAT'S SEWN
HERE IN THE DEBTS OF PITY HOW CAN I LIVE
IN SUCH AN EMPTY CITY I WHERE OLD SHOES USED
JUST SITTING HERE WEEPING WITH THE BLUES
WRITTEN BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN 5-20-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
COPING WITH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY
Dear Dr Diagnosis,
Thank you for your concern and attempt to put me back together.
It isn't that I am unappreciative of your labors in fact I've rather enjoyed our talks,though sometimes they were quite painful.I concluded it was necessary to show you the depth of my pain, so that you might prescribe the proper mind fogging medications.I must say that your advice of "setting aside days to worry" and to just tell myself "it is what it is" were thought provoking.It took several weeks of contemplation to wrap my mind around the concepts and even longer to put them into practice.Although they have yet to bare fruitful as useful coping tools, I do hope that someday they will.
I also hope you are not to disappointed in not being able to fix me, it isn't your fault.You see I already know what has caused me to become broken, I have always known.The days the places the times are all etched very clearly in my mind along with the emotional turmoil associated with them.Without the additional help of a Time Machine to go back and steer myself away from the event's, they cannot be undone.So you must tell yourself "It is what it is" and perhaps schedule next Tuesday as your day to "worry about it".
I will give you just a bit of advice from personal experience and return the favor;
Abstaining from self medication with drugs and alcohol will greatly reduce future events to feel remorseful for. Keeping yourself busy and maybe becoming a bit OCD-ish will help you not to think of your painful memories. Embracing life and finding beauty where most fail to see it will increase your chances for happiness. And most of all forgive yourself for allowing others to give you these painful memories. It is part of having Empathy, Trust and being a Good Human.
Sincerely
Your Textbook Labeled and Diagnosed Patient
AS I WATCHED MY GRANDDAD LOOK AT MY GRAMMIE
HIS EYES LIT UP SO EVERYTIME HE'D SAY SEE
THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS IN ALL THAT SHE DOES
I LOOKED AT HER WRINKLE HANDS MY EYES A FUZZ
AT WHAT HE SAW WHEN HESAW SO MUCH LOVE
SHE SMILED SO HEAVENLY AS HE'D SAY MY PRETTY
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AS I YOUNG AND WITTY
THEY DANCED AND GLANCED IN EACHOTHERS EYES
NEVER HAD THEY EVER LOOKED WITH DISPISE
HIS SMILE WAS SO BIG SHE FIXING HIS CUFFLINKS
AS HE SPINNED HER AROUND THE KITCHEN SINK
SHE LAUGHED AND SUNG SO AS HER HANDS CLAPPED
THEMAN WAS STUNTED BY THIS VISION OF AGE
MOST MEN CARRIED LADIES FROM A MAGAZINE PAGE
THIS COUPLE OF SUCH APPRECIATION SO MUCH JOY
SHE WAS LIKE A MAIDEN AND HE AS A YOUNG BOY
I ASKED COULD I CUT IN AND HAVE JUST A DANCE
HE SAID YOU'RE TO OLD AND SASSIE NOT A CHANCE
YOU SEE THE DAY WAS YOUNG AND SO WERE THEY
SO WE MOVED THE TABLES AND GOT OUT OF THE WAY
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 11-17-2004
DURING A BLIZZARD SUFFERING FROM PTSD PENT UP
WITH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AWAITING TO TESTFY
IN A MURDER TRIAL IN TAMPA BAY STARRING AT MY
POP VEGAS MAGAZINE SO THIS WAS WRITTEN
FOR MY GRAND PARENTS ROOSEVELT AND NONA
THE HOUSE OF NOTES WHERE THE BLUES JAZZ CARBARET
WAS QUITE VIVID MY BEING A WRITER IN HIDING FROM
MY KILLERS MY STALKERS I NEEDED TO CONCEAL
MY IDENTITY FROM MY STALKERS WHILE THAT MURDER
TRIAL WAS GOING DIDN'T WANT MY JAMAICAN
KILLERS LOCATING ME BEFORE THE TRIAL BEGAN
SO I CREATED MARIETTA KEATING FROM MY POP
VEGAS MAGAZINE HE SAID I HAD MARIETTA'S EYES
THE SHOWGIRL ON THE COVER WEARING FEATHERS
ON THE COVER MARIETTA THE JEWISH LADY FROM
WW11 MY POP ALLOWED HER TO SEE HER HUSBAND
WHO WAS HELD CAPTURED BY THE GERMANS MARIETTA
KEATING BECAME A VERY IMPORTANT PART OF MY EXISTANCE
MY WAY OF GIVING A TRIBUTE TO MY IRISH ANCESTORS
FROM KEATON IRELAND
NO DIFFERENT THAN MARIO PUZO WRITING IN HIS
SUITER NYME CLERI OR YOLANDA CORNELIA GIOVANNI JR.
SUITER NYME NIKKI GIOVANNI COPING WITH SEVERAL
MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES INCLUDING A FEW ALTO EGOS
MARIETTA KEATING BECAME JUST THAT AN ALTO EGO
BECOMING ONE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS OVERTIME
THIS POEM IS A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE TO MY GRANDPARENTS
WATCHING THEM DANCE LIKE THEY WERE FOREVER AT
THE HIGHSCHOOL DANCE AT 81 YEARS YOUNG