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Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
(Or ... I Know What I Know)
(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)
Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
They Either Get On Your Nerves
Or Make You Climb Up The Wall
They Come On Like Squalls
Their Opinions Sprawled
We Shake 'Em Off Like Tattered Shawls
... Nobody Likes A Know-It-All
So, If I Happen ... Across Your River To Row
I Don't Mean To Come Sounding Like An Old Crow
Or Waste Your Time If You Say No ...
But Listen ... I Know What I Know ...
I've Read & Studied & Meditated
Perused & Pondered & Got Educated
In Reason & Rhyme - I've Ruminated
My Thoughts Into Rooms Are Relegated
Raised Questions & Quizzed & Investigated
(Even Made Some Folks Uneasy & Agitated)
but GOD Said That 'That' Knowledge Would Be Hated
(John 7: 7 / John 17: 14 / John 15: 17-20)
So With All Due Respect -- So and So ...
... I Know What I Know
... of Innocence & Intelligence
Ratified Ideas & Reference
Cataloged Diligence & Resilience
Always Bravo'd The Beauty of High Brilliance
In Conventions' & Congregations' Confidence
& Assemblies & Achievements' Evidence
In Citadels of Archives' Residence
In Colleges & Scholars' Licensed Competence
In Trust's of A Counselor's Expert Guidance
and In The Word of GOD's Reverence
With Lessons' Continuance' Vigilance
In Meaning of Life & Purpose & Spirit's Significance
and Carpe' Diem When Possible and Patience ...
So, That Even In Philosophy's Status-Quo ...
... I Know What I Know
... From Countless Hours - In Half A Century of Years
In Conversations From A Constellation of Peers
About Life & Death & Future & Fears
About Love & Passion & Lust & Leers
About Laughter & Joy & Pain & Tears ...
About Mercy & Justice & Truth So Clear
About Fame & Fortune & What's More Dear
About War & Peace As World Totters & Veers
About Freedom As Kingdom of GOD Draws Near
About Why We Cheer & While Others Jeer...
(Part 2 of 4)
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/20/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
(Part 2 of "Nobody Likes A Know-It-All" is the serious side of addressing "Knowledge ... ... So, this free verse is really about Godly Knowledge, Biblical Learning and Spiritual Intelligence ... (first) ... and then about education and different areas of study in an academic way. So when reading this write - that should be kept in mind, to get the most out of it ... MoonBee
Just in case you wondered...
Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy
regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized bag
infernal challenge sifting evermore
alum skid more or less
bending and reaching skyhigh
toe tilly (ejaculating
what the heel) footsore
compromising writing, rather heretofore
indulging insatiable knowledge
(surpassing narcotic fix),
the world wide web hide ignore
engrossed various and sundry
enchanting, kickstarting, and revelling - bonjour
dear reader buzzfeeding...
Till chief hankering
(regarding appeasing passionate
word loving aficionado,
albeit temporarily ceased
(think intellectual fancy feast)
getting imagination (mine) linkedin
outspeeding lightning greased
experiencing cerebral capacity increased
virtual make believe
terra incognita leased.
insatiable jabberwocky yen
countless hours elapsed when
inconvenient wont head sleep
wracked courtesy (bowling) ten
pins nabbed mettlesome ambulation
often found me - hen (pecked) hex pen
sieve dishabille scattered brained brute
somnambulant analogous awake burning ken
kindled smoldering cognitive tinder even...
Chilly cooling off, where
temporal lobed hiatus taken
beefing portfolio in effort to scare
back poetic proclivity despite near
severe withdrawal symptoms
reacquainting novelty here
with effort to jog capacity
to craft poem quite aware...
Unsuspecting readers breathed
sigh of relief interim joker I went absent
posting trademark gobbledygook,
now unnamed fool rushes in,
where angels fear to tread - nay cent
return of native son unequivocally, pinterestingly
digitally... afore written dive versification
brandishing said as unsung literary event
psalm time sacrilegious Jew bull gent
bringing entertainment intent
to thee anonymous
analogously, humorously, and parenthetically
lamely affecting (i.e. poorly emulating)
Shakespearean belles lettres,
perhaps coronavirus pathogen
t'will cut me down, whereby
microbial size Clark Kent,
whoops twas Lois Lane I meant
to empower one meek and obedient
primate even during
but, and, or conjunctive
rutting season quiescent.
I fall and my mind begs my heart to get up
I try to stand on two shaky legs
But the weight of my soul has become too much to bear
The rips and tears in my heart have become too much to mend
I try to close my eyes but I’m continuously haunted by your smile
My heart yearns to pull your body close
To get wrapped up in your lyrical verse
My mind craves the sound of your voice
I try but I’m left with only one lyrical choice
I need you, I need you, I need you
My soul feels alive when I’m caught in your gaze
I let go of my fear and convince my heart to be brave.
It’s too early so I won’t let this feel like love
I can’t help but want to be your dove
Sailing on the winds of your emotions
A dolphins riding the waves of your devotion
In the ocean that is your heart
Why can’t I just let these feeling pass
My world is spinning way too fast
I’m lost, You find me, I’m lost again.
Your eyes draw me in but your fears push me out
Your lips beckon me closer
But doubt still clouds your mind
Why did we have to find each other now
The timing couldn’t be more wrong
(cuss) THIS!!!!!!
You still sing my heavenly song
A melodious rhapsody
Into this abyss
I fall to thee
I’m floating on your words
This is weird, I’m lost in three different worlds
I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m confused
I wish time would cease to tick
So I wouldn’t have to lose
Wishing amour shall cause our hands to fuse
So I never have to let go
So I’d never have to say “so…
Long” and “I’ll see you soon”
Spiraling, spiraling into this lonely doom
SAVE ME!!!!!!
Set my soul free
Unlock this prison that keeps our feelings hidden
Rescue my heart
It’s calling out to you
I’ll understand if you block me out
I can sense your fear
I know, I understand, I agree
Even if the Fates tell us we aren’t meant to be
I know you feel this too
Now do you understand this torment that I’m going through?
I am overcome with boundless affection
You have captured me with intellectual perfection.
Beating hearts, tempted souls
Feeling which weren’t supposed to grow
But yet they did and I see it clear
Sweet ……, I wish you near
Wrap you in my arms
Breathe in your scent
Countless hours in thought I’ve spent
In a state of mental disorder, your smiles and face inhabit the center, and the borders
Of my heart
Willing our threads never to part……
Form:
To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel.
I have several dents but no one has managed to break me.
I have pieces that have been chipped away but as my mother always told me it shows how strong we truly are.
I've fought my way through life as it tried to drag me down with temptation and lust.
I've fought wars within myself because I wished to be made of satin and silk.
I've tried to cover my tough skin with a fragile exterior but that doesn't work for us, dear.
Our hearts have a way to beam with light.
We are here to help people heal both body and mind
And I am so so so very sorry to have to tell you
That you can not heal those who wish to stay wounded.
You will try to stay and help them,
But they will curse you even with their dying breath.
Even if you have spent countless hours taking care of them, making sure they are fed.
Bathed.
Clothed.
They will still blame you for their misery.
Your heart is one most rare,
It is both a curse and a blessing.
There is no way to block it.
I've tried to block it out with cigarettes, drugs, and liquor.
But I am afraid there is no cure for those pure of heart.
You will see the good in everyone.
Even the blackest of hearts.
It will make you vulnerable.
It will cause you to go blind to their cruelty.
It will break your heart in every way imaginable.
And in the end, you will still be able to stand,
And laugh in the face of their hate,
Because they don't see their own beauty,
They don't see their own light,
So they continue to live in darkness.
They continue to hate what they cannot see.
Keep your heart close to you always.
But never be afraid to love,
I wish for you to love fearlessly and unforgivingly.
Never let someone define your worth,
Live as though you are scared of nothing.
Laugh like a lunatic and smile all the time.
Allow yourself to show compassion and forgiveness even when it is not deserved.
Your mom is always here for you,
And i will never let you fall too hard.
But you do have to fall sometimes
But only sometimes.
i beg you
never forget
you aren't made of wood and clay
or from bricks and mortar
Nor silver and gold.
But of iron and steel.
Countless hours I've spent,
thinking about you and me.
Wandering thoughts, racing mind,
about what we could be.
For so long I've held on,
to the thought we'd be together.
There were no troubles or worries,
no storm we couldn't weather.
Countless words on notebook paper,
my heart I poured to you.
Pages and pages you were my muse,
but you never had a clue.
It's been a while since I wrote
"I Should Have Told You"
and my other favorite,
"I Do".
Those poems were the only way
I could express how I felt.
I remember writing about
how "your smile makes me melt".
It's so silly to look back now
and see a little naive girl.
How head over heels I was
and how I made you my world.
I knew the day would come,
when you'd find another.
When you'd call her yours
and to me it would bother.
Today was that day I feared.
I saw you were no longer solo.
My phone buzzed with a text.
My friend had sent me a photo.
The caption was a simple,
"Dude she's like your twin!"
My eyes went wide, she was right,
my face filled with a grin.
In front of me on the screen,
was a couple side by side.
It was my ex and his new girl,
they were walking in stride.
In that moment I was not upset.
I did not even look away.
I was overcome with the joyous feeling,
that I was actually okay.
I thought I would be angry.
I thought I would get mad.
I thought I would be sick.
I thought I would be sad.
It was quite the opposite actually.
I really did not even care.
I pulled a "Breakfast Club" move,
and threw my fist in the air.
It was in that moment I realized,
there wasn't anything I couldn't do.
I was free from your chains.
My anchor was always you.
You didn't keep me grounded,
in fact you held me down.
But now that I am free,
I'll swim to the surface, I won't drown.
If we ever cross paths again,
I will smile and I will say hello.
Although you and I are no longer friends,
you certainly are no longer a foe.
I hope she makes you happy.
I wish you two all the best.
It's a great feeling to know,
this weight has been lifted off my chest.
No Matter Papa Repents...
Every blasted acrimonious misdeed
aye indelibly perpetrated
affecting ye and the Punim for life
hounds me doggone soul night and day
venomous wrath torments, strangles, racks...
every bone in mine entire body
suicidal ideations haunt every
waking and sleeping hour,
perhaps previous attempts to communicate,
(albeit poetically - for no rhyme nor reason)
fell short, asper yours truly
to claim accountability, culpability, responsibility...
unwittingly subjecting thee, a prized progeny
with legacy, where
diabolical, emotional, psychological... trauma
compromised your care free growing up years
namely while residing at 1148 Greentree Lane
exacerbated by mine self absorption
countless hours misspent
whiling away precious time
mesmerized more so
with computer technology,
versus prioritizing fleeting moments
with "mother" and/or offspring
yes..he now pays heavy price
pursuing amorous liaisons
gallivanting, flirting, emailing...
impacting (obliviousness
pitifully lame retort unacceptable)
feigning much ado about nothing
snappishly barking anger
such vitriol (mine)
sabotaged once in
lifetime golden opportunity
to foster, kindle pinterest
with spouse and daughters
subsequently deepening rift
rivalling Mariana Trench
love's labour's lost forever
frittering away compounded
half heartedly seeking employment
even though - NO LIE
inexplicable debilitating anxiety
buzzfeeding panic attacks
plaguing my psyche
since...birth, incapacitating
maximizing potential abilities
playing havoc pledging troth
with counterpart exhibiting
mental health challenges
unfairly begetting deux darling lasses
thee bearing brunt of pennilessness,
at aforementioned residence
unlivable, horribly untidy,
toxic with mold, cluttered...
such offal sight, sounds of screaming,
(when Shana nonverbal), stench...
now suffer (PLEASE BELIEVE)
suicidal ideation plagues my conscience
pointed objects quite inviting
remembrance of things past,
a worse fate than death!
PLEASE FORGIVE DADA...?
As a young girl you fall in love,
Not once not twice but many times,
And then you find a man,
A man you think is the right one for you,
A man you think can keep you happy ,
The dream man you have always wished for,
The farther you are from him,
The more you love him,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,
You want to be closer,
Nearer the merrier is what u think,
Long hours of talking on phone,
Countless hours of romance,
Yes, through phone, again,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,
You dream of marriage,
Dream of a life with him,
The few days you meet during vacation is all you know of him,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,
Then comes the big day, wedding!
It's all dreamy and fuzzy through the 3 days of wedding,
And finally here you are married and as a wife
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,
Cooking, eating together and going out becomes a routine,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,
The first few days is when you get to know each other,
Their preferences , their choices,
You adjust, he adjusts , after all you think it's all a give and take,
Little do you realize that there is much more than just this,
Yes, we keep learning in life , from our mistakes and others,
In this game of marriage you do see different facets of yourself and him,
Anger,love,laughter,selfishness,care,giving,missing and more,
But this should all be tied with a feeling called 'mine'
The minute you think it's 'yours', you always understand things better ,
Never think it's him/ her, think that's yours!
Yours today, tomorrow and for ever!
Marriage, as they say is NOT a bed of roses,
Marriage is not a fairy tale,
Not a fantasy world,
It's not cinema like,
It's not always romantic,
It's not always about you,
Marriage is about understanding,
Marriage is about thinking the other person is yours!
Feel it to live it!
Where I come from, Spring is so elusive; Snow, fog, drizzle persist for frequent weeks. So, when it comes, it boosts the will to live! Forget the cold temps, mild temps do we seek! Spring often arrives in June; it’s no joke. People who visit here don’t believe it. Here, we keep good humor; we’re sturdy folk: “Is it nice outside? Hell no! It’s not fit!” Whether it’s drizzle or thundershower, cloudburst, deluge, freezing fog or sprinkle, the wetness might persist countless hours; but we keep perspective; eyes still twinkle.
Such priviledge to live here; we’re lucky. The storm outside? Never mind. It’s ducky!
Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...
Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb
of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)
saw fit to fashion
and hammer home
red hot poker rage
their singular male offspring
middle child of two sisters,
who long since vacated premises
when both young naifs
prior to attaining age of consent
deploring bing holed up
at 324 Level Road redoubt
built as summer house
remote from fracas of urban bedlam
still fifty years since Leipers
bon voyage into netherland
father and mother
imposed swiftly tailored
harried styled tough love
translated meant absolute zero value
toward offspring they begot,
and made quite clear loathing
heaped upon sundered fountainhead
good for nothing son of a...,
he whittled away precious time
reading avast among trove of material
crowdsourcing numerous bookshelves
mostly to impress intellectual visitors,
when in truth middle aged couple
thinly veiled country bumpkins,
donned with "FAKE" literacy
stereotypical "rednecks,"
inexplicably begot wunderkind
agog with inhaling literature
in tandem with liberal
magazines and newspapers
oft times whiled away countless hours
sunup to sundown
sequestered most remote nook
within local library
few miles walk along country road
served as self taught schooling
since parochial educated regimen
habitually rapped knuckles
courtesy whiplike hickory stick
if pupil evinced slightest
distraction, whence schoolmaster
detected lack of attention
as crotchety curmudgeon
blankly droned monotonously
dull jabbering subjected
stone faced classmates
into instant soporific state
futilely struggling to keep eyelids
slamming shut tight
including yours truly,
who when suddenly awake
realized quite a vivid dream!
Maybe you have got to thinking
I probably should read more books,
but there’s just so much crap out there,
is anything really worth a look?
Is there anything worth my time,
something that will not disappoint,
something that strives to entertain,
not leave me feeling out-of-joint?
We all know there’s tons on lit fic
that is ‘too smart’ for things like plot,
liked only by some professors
who say ‘post-modern subtext’ alot.
With important sounding titles
like The Scarlett Lilac Dream,
where you muse for countless hours
in a bored bisexual teen.
They put a sticker on the front
claims it has won all the awards,
but you read it and realize
why some ancients fell on their swords!
And there’s lots of self-published stuff,
some of which can rather good,
but for every one you want to know
there are ten that you never should.
A lot of chaff to find the wheat,
who has the time to do all that?
Well I think you’ll be happy to find
I can relieve you of all that.
I call it THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
the latest book that I have written,
there’s plenty of fun awaiting,
so take a moment to listen:
Two former military men
get a job in the multiverse,
protecting teams of scientists.
ensuring that they don’t get hurt.
They a face a wide array of foes,
of almost every shape of kind,
like intelligent dinosaurs
who are dead-set on genocide,
or a gruff, prehistoric bear
hunting our heroes for a meal,
or German doctors who love sex
but don’t allow themselves to feel,
or alien bugs who reproduce
through a form of body-horror,
or wild west madmen who think
new civil wars will bring them honor,
and transdimensional slavers,
what’s a multiverse without them?
It may be a dangerous job,
but these are dangerous men.
Again, it’s THE BOYS OF THE BREACH,
and it’s for sale on Amazon,
just one click gets you adventure,
scifi fun and action strong.
THE BOYS OF THE BREACH, now available on Amazon!