Long Decline Poems
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While assisting a friend in a cleanup project,
Our physical heads united in the worst way.
My friend and I were moving heavy concrete
that had the design of tombstones. Too heavy
to move one of them alone, we teamed up to move
one together. On opposite sides of the concrete,
my friend pushed, and I pulled. As we repositioned
our hands for a better grip, we literally bumped heads.
It reminded me of the, "Come; Stay", standoff in
the ET movie. Love and affection were strong.
Nevertheless, both ET and the young boy stayed
in their own world and lived their own lives.
My wife and I were invited on a paid-for cruise
with friends. There was nothing in me that wanted
to go. But everything within me wanted to stay.
There was nothing more I needed to know.
But I did not know how to tell them so.
When I saw the joy in their eyes, for me
to decline would not have been wise. So, as
my heart was shouting "No!", my head said "Yes".
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looking back through the prism of time
all them women who would undermine
my mistakes
here in my head and under my skin
where on god’s earth have I been
until now?
I want to get up n’ out n’ let’s go
plenty stories to be written, to be told
here in the shadows I am in decline
I’ll catch the light, mostly anytime
contemplating this prism of mine
I realise that the enemy
is my mind
all my business n’ my scuffed up shoes
who do I trust if not you?
what’s your name?
think fast, it need not last, I’ll make it fit
thine is the power, the glory, the music
here in the shadows I am in decline
I’ll catch the light, mostly anytime
Might as well call these poems my diary exposing everything inside of me letting the universe know my inner being not caring if they stare or ain’t seeing guess I had no voice no ears to bother less choice to talk fears to others I’ve been darked by my brother and sister they’ll never be the same marks you can’t repair I darted from friends bothering sinister never be the same when barks bite bare so what am I to do write on mind gone express strong hoping to repress hurt or shout drunk stress blurt looking to impress hurt my attributes were physical now I’m going mental and going mental fast through pen and pencil should I go back to experience adherence handle fear and dance or is this a desperate last gasp grasp at crying help cus sound is drowned twisted words turn it around I’m here with problems you’re stood on separate ground I’m desperate now post it on Facebook do they look I need help you thick fook help I’m lonely on my only hermit homely going non where I’m lost help help help you read it it’s just words I need it did that thought occur I’m becoming a derr brain dead it appears steering these lines with simpleton rhymes on a constant decline til death do us part do your part save a life a mind you call me this you call me that can’t help me get out of my life I insist cus my fist can knock out get out no stay be about oh my a world of doubt have to say I've got this as I jot bits jobless God I should just be gobbie shout loud or jog as a hobby but did you get me help have you it now help oh sod it I'll top myself no pussy get help yourself get it help me thee help thee how long til these opposite voices become independent oh damn the pen went
It's been raining so long
I can't remember
Where summer went
And if it was well spent
The clocks are about to be put back
For daylight saving
And the leaves dropping to the paving
Are a sign of decline
Like the hour's of day
But come what may
The rain won't stop
Despite the winter malaise
In Matt canvassed greys
That make me wish
I could hibernate till spring
Because the cold stings
Each more than the last
As I am resigned to next year
More of the same
When i am 1 year older
And worn-out grumpier
In my Christmas jumper
Stuck wet to my heart
1 year but still not gone
It can't rain all the time
But in my day's of life
It's the only thing consistent
Persistent to the point
Thought I am changing
And getting older
I walk under an umbrella
Walking on with hope in my heart
That droughts and sun burnt famine deserts
Dream of me
My simple woes of sorrow
Don't assume I write with an aim or end in sight, my ambition isn't with the pen the paper or the mic, I'm not reaching to be famous or for riches or for hype, writing down my thoughts is me unloading what's inside after many years of silence and confusion of my life which I now know came from breakdowns in an isolated strife that dragged on overwhelmingly to attempted suicide, I had many people but not one of them on side, nobody to talk to no one seeing through my eyes stunned by the lack of support as the battle reached it's height which i now know went unnoticed because it was thought a lie, happening so fast i lost my thought process and lived mentally blind, I was snowballed in the moments losing track and in decline, with no one taking notice of myself as the person I was died, numb and living clueless hoping theories could answer why, people told me my problems convinced that they were right but none of them came close to truth which I still hadn't realised, those thoughts still remained unprocessed and years had now gone by, it was worthlessness in autopilot taking each day at a time, I knew people had done me wrong but couldn't place their crime, the theories they came up with shone a light inside their mind, I never once blamed anyone and accepted it as mine, but my subconscious was hinting at what people were truly like, leading me to a place were their company was denied,
with no one influencing me I slowed cleared my mind, the thought process flickered on again over a decade behind, repressed memories present the answers and facts began to shine, i could see true colours as the chapter horrified, I never spoke about it because they told me not to lie, which lead to a suffered silence until i broke down and lost the light, no future or past in mind stuck living but not alive, these people were my closest and now have no place in my life, they left me isolated where I stayed until today when I have only I, yet theorizing never stopped and their mentality doesn't lie, they haven't ever changed and i see through their whole disguise, they want to better everyone and help nobody rise, they benefitted as I survived unsure wanting to die, a revelation helping me come back to life, it took it's time as it had too much pain it had to hide, but time and distance was the key and I write to stay alive
No longer marooned
The underworld of pain too much cement
concrete delusions with only the scent
of stench life force spent a path on descent
Curve balls and orbit on steady decline
moon waning and waxing to intertwine
her shadows with his at first clandestine
Once secrets vanished they conquered the moon
cherished the crescents squared semi circles’ doom
moon spoons dining together to their tune
All moments now precious on lunar scape
assembled the stars their hearts now agape
they took their chance for this epic escape
‘I love you so much’ ‘I adore you so too’
‘Our orb’s tattoo is thus no longer taboo’
A miracle but the moon always knew
17th March 2017
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The spark of trouble finds its home,
In hearts that like to stir and roam.
An instigator, quiet, still,
Is master of a hidden will.
They do not throw the first granite stone,
But leave the seed for us to own;
They craft a tale, they plant a doubt,
Then turn to watch it play all out.
They hunger for a sense of might,
To control the turning of the light.
Perhaps a boredom, cold and deep,
A harvest that they love to reap.
To see the chaos start to bloom,
And feel the weight within the room,
While they stand back, untouched, serene,
The monster inside the whole machine.
They weave a thread of "truth" so thin,
It draws the unsuspecting in.
A whispered word, a knowing look,
A page torn from a private book.
"I thought you knew," they softly say,
To nudge the pieces into play.
They hold their hands above the fray,
While others tear the peace away.
They never own the fire they light,
They only fuel the darkest night.
But to kill the flame and end the game,
You must refuse to speak their name.
Bring what they hide into the sun,
Demand the source; ask for the one
Who spoke the lie—demand the proof,
And watch them crumble ‘neath the roof.
Stand firm and cold, a quiet wall;
Do not let rumors rise or fall.
If they approach with tales of spite,
Just turn away and end the night.
When they are starved of all the feed,
They lose the power that they need;
Refuse the bait, the hook, the line,
And watch their foolish influence decline.
Joke was on him
A lie can perpetuate with a blinding speed
Growing on the heels of shameful greed
If enough people believe a con-man's spiel
And blindly proceed to invest in a dubious deal.
He began quite small with his Ponzi scheme
Stomping ruthlessly on gullible citizen's dream
Pretending that he was investing in stock market
Delivering promised returns regularly on target.
Becoming famous as word of high returns spread
Billions he attracted as testimonials mislead,
Paying current clients from new-client receipts
Manipulating his records to hide his deceits.
Although his company was frequently audited
No one could detect the fraud being committed.
Suspicions ran high for returns were unbelievable,
Authorities were fooled by a fraud inconceivable.
Ponzi scheme thrives on constant new cash flow
As new funds meet outflows that continue to grow,
But it collapses in a hurry if new money stops
For clients demand refunds as the company flops.
A market-crash caused new money to dry out
Bringing to a quick end his fraudulent clout
As he confessed to a multibillion fraud scheme
When finally he realized that the joke was on him.
Investors big and small were caught by surprise
Lives that were ruined continue to agonize.
Soon he was arrested for his long tenure of crime
And sentenced to prison for his remaining lifetime.
His son committed suicide overcome by veracity
As his wife deflects shame in solitude of tenacity.
While he sits in jail for a crime of this century
Grievous losses torment lives due to his treachery.
A fraud only propagates till its ultimate demise
For truth always conquers defeating all lies.
November 26, 2017
I started a joke
Sponsor: Maria Williams
First Place
Note: This Ponzi scheme was uncovered after the 2008 market crash. Though the fraudster never invested in the market, new money flow stopped because investors were spooked by the market decline and ensuing recession. He confessed when he couldn't make a multi-billion payment due in 2008. He was sentenced to 150 years in jail. One of his sons committed suicide, the other son died. His brother was also sentenced to jail--all worked for the firm.
In history of long ago
of flying aces heroes
their is a name forgotten today
happily it remains that way
The Yellow Baron he was known
but as a pilot he never flown
The Yellow Baron was afraid of heights
so during battle he never once took flight
Medals of valor so many did he receive
saluting he slapped himself making his nose bleed
And when they pin a metal on his chest
he would faint and fall in a tangle mess
His plane always a mean clean machine
for in battle it was never seen
First in his plane ready to go
but on the runway his plane so slow
when he finally got to the end
the battle was over before his flight begin
His uniform always neat and pressed
eating in the mess hall he was the best
Mumbles of cowardice and a yellow spine
if asked to dual he would faint so decline
When war was over and victory won
promoted for not a shot hit his plane not one
And so the heroic tale of the Yellow Baron ends
in truth known to all it never once begin.
None can share in full the loss You have known;
from innocence to experience, You,
fair child, were never meant to be alone;
to be betrayed by saints who were untrue;
to know the sting of isolation's power,
or feel the bitterness of love denied:
how heaven could have known (that on the hour
of your birth) Fortune lost her happy stride?
But be not dismayed! For Pieria
is your commiseration, and relief,
your solace, and your true Arcadia;
in it let your heart become glad as lief.
Tho' fortune, fame, love, friends, and bliss decline,
Parnassus is your finer eglantine.