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Time

My time is all I have -
to celebrate each day,
the hours I choose,
to spend them my way...

My time is all I have -
to give the world something new,
the hopes and dreams of all of us,
everyone, not just a chosen few...

My time is all I have -
to share a kind word
with everyone I meet,
pleasantries are all that's heard...

My time is all I have -
to make a smile appear
on the face of a small child,
who then grins ear to ear...

My time is all I have -
to help a lost soul rebuild,
to see the wonderful result
of the newness that's revealed...

My time is all I have -
to love someone fully,
my actions are louder than words,
to never treat anyone cruelly...

My time is all I have -
to live in God's way,
to understand the fullness of life,
and thank Him when I pray.
© George Aul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Oh Carol

It is easy to determine something is wrong.
I get that feeling each time I hear your song.
You admitted that you are but a fool.
You love Carol, but she treats you cruel.
There is a bit of faulty grammar I see.
You should say she “treats you cruelly”.
She hurts you, and she makes you cry.
However, if she leaves you, you will surely die.
Your song became a hit throughout the nation.
Neil, you are not in that bad of a situation.
It is about time you reassessed Carol’s worth.
She is not the only living woman on the earth.
The Marvelettes say, “There’s too many fish in the sea”.
Let go of Carol and get yourself free.
When I hear your lyrics, you sound a bit wussy.
There are plenty of other girls if you want some CENSORED.


Entertainer, songwriter, and recording artist Neil Sedaka has had a fabulous career 
spanning over several decades.  His fine work continues today.
Form: Rhyme

Haunted by Your Shadow

The man who was meant to love me the most,
Hurt me the deepest—how cruelly ironic, isn’t it?

Was it because I mirrored your face,
Or because I echoed the innocence stolen from you?

Perhaps it was the bitterness that brewed,
From lies you swallowed, justifying the bottle,

But why did you steal from me the chance,
To believe that love could be more than pain?

Was it too much to envision,
A world where I felt the affection you never knew?

Whatever the reason, I release you,
Because I refuse to carry this anchor any longer,

I tried to be your lifeline, but learned,
Some souls aren’t meant to be saved,

That’s when I realized, the fault wasn’t mine;
It was always yours,

But still, I don’t carry the blame,
Not for myself, not for you,

I choose to embrace you, shattered pieces and all,
Hoping someday, we can mend what’s broken,

And perhaps, in that healing,
We’ll finally find peace.

Premium Member Life, a Meandering River

A crystal vase, a bunch of withering Roses.                
                         ... it’s almost a week.... 
          My friend congratulated me on publishing a book, 
          by bringing ravishing red flowers. 
          closed my eyes in a reverie ~ took the longest breath ~
          inhaled the fragrance floating all around me ~  imbibed the radiance of                         the gleaming red ~ indulged in the memories of love ~                 
                             .....As long as I could. 

              Gradually those Roses losing their enchanting sheen, 
              Their unique lustre and hue  diminishing, 
      Some dried, parched petals already hopelessly crumbled on the hard floor, 
      fading, shrivelling, drooping, descending. 
      My heart aching mournfully to see them decline and fall,                  
                              ......Who can stop the inevitable! 

     One by one - those flowers will lose their shimmering petals, 
     only the stems remain reminding of the brilliant past, 
   in the end - they are painfully reminiscent of the decay of a sublime beauty, 
   ending up being cruelly discarded, crushed,               
                               .....thrown away with little regard.

                              Life, a meandering river ~
              full of possibilities, dreams infinite, also painful memories -
            Wish we could hold on to the exuberant flavour of a fragile life, 
             An incense burns to exude aroma until only the ash remains...
            Dreams don’t wilt....
                              But Happiness fades away before we know it! 


                          November 2, 2020
                     For Ambedo Poetry Contest (Placed Second)
                          Sponsor: Silent One

Overt and Wanton Police Abuse Analogous To Societal Sepsis Leak 1

Martial law inapropos to stave, staunch,
and stem police brutality,
nevertheless commander in chief
will violently barrel ahead
particularly when blatant iniquities
flagrantly heaped upon
innocent dark skinned human bodies,
who far to often get accosted, beaten, choked
without justice, but
judged guilty merely existing.

Protestations within metropolitan urban areas
all across the United States
sparking riots else within world
began in Minneapolis on May 26, 2020
following the death of George Floyd
coroners determine cause of death asphyxia
after Minneapolis Police Department (MPD) officer
Derek Chauvin knelt on his neck
for 8 minutes and 46 seconds.

Akin to striking a match
into highly flammable liquid
diverse people expressed legitimate rage
against machinations targeting humans,
whose obvious epidermal pigment
unwittingly sacrifices said
dark skinned people burnt offerings.

Sacrificial lambs only become martyrs,
yet sadly never realize their true value, nor
relish (hot diggity dog) purposefulness
cuz her/his mortality nipped in (figurative) bud
when precious life cruelly stolen.

As iterated courtesy similar
crafted by yours truly
persons falsely hash tagged recalcitrant
(predominantly boys and/or men)
exhibiting physiognomy proclaiming
African American, Australia,

Haiti, Melanesia, Papua
New Guinea and South Asia...
as motherland, more so
black immigrants comprise
growing proportion of said
racial (constituency) population.

Usually no culpability
linkedin with rudely mistreated individual,
whose inalienable (inherent) rights:
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
hijacked solely predicated upon bigotry.


I’ve Gone Bad

I want to embrace my solitude…
I need the attitude of gratitude
I hope you can see me shine
I wish you were truly divine…

You were mine
Once upon a time
You look fine
Love isn’t a crime

Speaking to the moon beams
My heart thumps and screams
Somewhere out there, I’ve gone bad it seems, it seems…
I’ve gone mad at the seams in my unspoken dreams

Keep in mind of our loving, suffocating…
I keep hearing you, cruelly interpolating…
Injured with impatience…
Fragile in my endurance…
Your arrogance is of ignorance…
Please let me free to be myself
We surrendered to our heavens and hells

You were mine
Once upon a time
You look fine
Love isn’t a crime

Speaking to the moon beams
My heart thumps and screams
Somewhere out there, I’ve gone bad it seems, it seems…
I’ve gone mad at the seams in my unspoken dreams

You were mine
Once upon a time
You look fine
Love isn’t a crime

Speaking to the moon beams
My heart thumps and screams
Somewhere out there, I’ve gone bad it seems, it seems…
I’ve gone mad at the seams in my unspoken dreams

Repeating the bleeding process
Making little progress in this helplessness
Hope can cope with this dangerous…
Inner illumination that darkens in us

I’ve gone bad…
Willing to go oh so good
It’s quite sad…
Miserably misunderstood
I’m so glad…
You were here when I needed you the most
I must’ve been mad
Without you, I’d be empty in Arizona’s coast
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Man of Sorrows

Begotten son, man of sorrows
      King of Kings, Lord of Lords
                          
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     Unto His head, crown of thorns
    Beaten hard and cruelly scorned
 Carried a cross, so heavy and gross
Walking the path, mocks the applause
      Silence, all His answered clause

  Obedient to follow the Father's will
      Upon the slope of Calvary hill
      His precious blood was spilled
         He suffered and get killed

           Sin of man, will of God
          All he done and resolved
            Salvation and new life 
        To us believers, He bestow

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by
olive_eloi
2:08 am
03/20/2013

contest: THE SADDEST LANDSCAPE
SPONSOR: SKAT A
10th place
**** Thank You so much, Jesus..
Form: Imagism

Mass Silent Sound Cloud Plunk From Das Bad Ass Monk Two

predicated on verb hose noun sense 
   with brain matter makes me astute
and this union with the trappings 
   of virtual reality tub boot
would be akin to heaven 
   within the domain of this atheist - ole coot

whose purr add ventures scripting verse
sit aisle feeble rhyme with no reason 
   moost definitely hi yam not terse
aye speculate yar facial reaction 
   (understandably) would be 

   toe step from this purse
son i.e. Daff Punk Matthew Scott Harris 
   when ma time to ride luxuriously 
   in a plushly jeweled hearse

carrying thigh cremated ash
disagrees with me credo, ethos, 
   faith no more much less brash
since be yen entombed 
   in a coffin resistant to crash
vis a vis atoms either 

   forcibly split (divorced)  
   or tum marry in a shotgun flash
   (fission or fusion respectively)
   exhausts precious natural race horses 
   cruelly whipped 
   stinging fresh fielded gash
where putrescent hide of Equus resembles hash

sheesh, how in the of Judas Priest
did hie veer off into the least
common denominator, 
   which absolute value increased
the totally tubular confusion 
   into a worthless jumbled gobbledygook feast.
Form: Epic

Escape From Life

What becomes of a world of war?
The world is crowded, lonely, happy and sad
Bored I am of life I am bored
Whisperings of life hint it is stressed

The strait between hope and despair
Forthwith bears an obscure seclusion
A menace seeping through the pores of gladness
What is deprived but a hope that's deferred?

To live again is as sure as to die
To die is as certain as to live
How live the man of what kills him?
He obviously kills what keeps him alive

There's no goodness in the dead
You only live alive to forge ahead
Fall down flat, bounce back up
You fall deceased, but not back up

Next to the senile mind of wisdom I learn
The juvenile meddles unashamedly with the root of serious evils
I behold aloof as the young cruelly earns
The black and gray seek an escape from life's tempest

She Sees Me and Smiles

  
She's gone
She's free
No pain
Restrain
We never knew 
from whence it came
as cruelly it crept 
inside her brain

Watching her slowly fade away
It truly broke my heart
every minute
of every hour
of every single day
this evil disease was taking a hold
unable to walk
unable to talk
so sad to see 
when she did not know me

My dearest Sis
would sometimes return
to brighten up my day
Was it
something I said
Was it
something I read
A song maybe
brings her back to me
What joy to see her smile again
and her sparkling blue eyes
knowing deep down inside
She is there all the while
She sees me and smiles
This disease I truly despise
~~~
Sadly just a week ago
My dearest Sis
‘twas time to go
Now free is she
No pain
Restrain
Her dear sweet soul
soars up above
My tears they flow
'twas her time to go
Sis I want you to know
That I love you so
My sweetest friend
beat Alzheimer’s in the end

Written 24th June 2022 for Deborah


contest    BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
sponsor   Brian Strand
6th PLACE

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