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Now You've Gone and Done It
By Franklin Price
10/22/2017
Now you've gone and done it
Thought it could never be
That another one's opinion
Could have this effect on me
To be attacked by someone
One I don't even know
Has hit me like a big red brick
Dealt a depressing blow
Don't expect you to be sorry
It's apparent you don't care
Politics means more to you
Than any friendship there
Not open to discussion
It must always be your way
I've unfriended you on Facebook
In fact, I did it yesterday
Don't need you and people like you
Who have closed your heart and mind
Life's too short to waste it
On people, like you, I find
As long as We the People
Are Me the People, such as you
There's no middle of the road to reach
So I'll stop trying too
There, you finally have your way
One less to contend
You and people like you
Will finally make this country end
Of course, the concrete steps
go both up and down,
but the depressing gravity
will not let you go up far,
Down is the only way out.
only mold creeps its way up.
The tower is a block of sorrow,
people live here in the cracks and corners,
they shelter in place,
occasionally they go down.
The elevators are dangerous coffins
that the undead use for commuting
with their sadness.
There are children,
the older ones graffiti the city
and return to bleed-out their souls
in cramped box rooms.
A crumbling poverty
chews at walled-in spaces,
misery leaks out,
then is patched up once more.
Dogs are held hostage,
cats are neglected by indifference.
We are not kind or unkind
we cannot afford to be otherwise.
Feet clump on the stairs at night
when our eyes are tightly shut.
If you had the option to be an immortal,
would you leap at the chance, or just let that go?
It sounds like a question that’s easy to answer,
but I’d recommend that you take it real slow.
Are you the only one who lasts forever,
outliving all of your family and friends?
Do you think you would be able to stomach the
funerals of grandchildren meeting their ends?
And what of your health? Are you just like you are now,
receiving a body that’s twenty years old?
The former, depressing, if movement is limited;
the latter is one on which I’m not quite sold.
Who did you hang with when you were just twenty,
and are these the folks with whom you’d spend your time?
Nightclubs and dancing for the rest of the ages
sounds more like hell than a slice of the divine.
I think I’ll pass and just live the remainder
of the days God has allotted for me;
then when I’ve been ushered into His presence,
I’ll sing out His praises for eternity.
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For the If I Were Immortal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Written on 04/18/2022
This world has become so depressing
cutting to the soul removing the rights of prayer
everyday listening to a gestapo styled media that tells nothing but lies
morning noon and night it speaks of nothing but misery
Under martial law pushing restriction after restriction
pandemic is the new scamdemic that poisons minds
turning neighbour against neighbour removing peaceful living
Chaos you are the virus silencing the truth from speaking
war is declared on those whom choose to live life in faith
this new age has put their beliefs squarely on a piece of fabric
God be merciful to us all as many characters have become judgemental
they talk like the voodoo doctors that support the culture of death
twisted science has no place in society attacking our personal choice
the past repeats itself only under different tactics
Liberals are not Holy
they are wolves dressed up as sheep pretending to care
this is just another exercise in abusing human rights
All that we accomplish for ourselves perish with us; all that we do for others and the realm endures. Fear of the path leads to fear of death. A person who is truly alive is prepared for death. By Poet
It shrouds its swabbing aspect below a smut mask
The flip verge, loaded with fear, is enticing to mark
The fringe inner bound is an amorphous emptiness
That throttles us in its bedlam of spirit.
Its sprawled forelimbs embrace and snatch
A milder side that quiets and comforts
Farewell to torment, wretchedness, and uneasiness
The clashing edge is filled with horrendous obscurity
A depressing and sickeningly feeble nothingness
That steers us growingly close to looming doom
A ghoulish servant with two faces
He exhibits a sly smirk and spurs me to shrink my eyes
And queried as to what I could witness
This softness stood in as the scenery
For those splendid and vivid delusions
And it is in that wish that I haunt myself
Anything else that belongs to me
It was past time for me to revive my heedfulness
And now, it's an ultimate instant to say farewell
Things same as span and flows can wander
No light at the ending of some tunnels
Utterly the harsh steady relish of misery
There isn't eternally a redeeming quality
All might halt if it can...and all will if it requires to
Yarns and wrecked vessels are analogous to life
Oh...such suffocating little doves
Written: February 21, 2022
1st place contest winner
F Form - Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Topic: Death
If I became a pronoia non-schizophrenic
I might begin channeling Jesus of Nazareth
but, instead, dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting history
Struggling to pacify
remaining cognitive v affective dissonance
about bodhisattva empowering
and economically enlightening assignations,
therapeutic communication
respectful of our integrally democratic constitutions.
Organic frames of sympathetic reference
and nonviolently communing dialects
and double-binding co-empathic
depolarizing dipolar Yang/Yin permeable
AnthroMind/EarthBody boundaries
Sacred anthropocentric messiah
of universally lonely
monotheistic protagonist ideation
within organic EarthBody bodhisattvas
of unitarian belonging
polytheistic pronoia win/win experience
AnthroMessiah/EarthBodhisattva
co-empathic peak health/wealth resonant
extended family longing/belonging resilient
cobinary resonant AnthroFamily care-giving
longs to belong inside GaiaBody's forgiveness
for past SacredMe v OrganicWe antagonistic hubris.
Pausing too briefly for peaceful family rainbows
of divine co-elational bliss
predicting further appositionally sustainable
spiritually healthy longing
and physically wealthy belonging
wu wei Tipping Points in-between Yang struggling bodhisattva with
and not messianically against
Yintegrity's sacred/organic
extended family bicameral transformation.
Belonging within Earth's bodhisattva climate of wealth
longing to cooperatively embrace
AnthroMessiah's peaceful Gaia Hypothesis
therapeutically supporting
our extended organic family's pronoia vocation
While dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting anthropocentric history.
In yard inside my haven home structure
appeared brown bear
depressing during
the darkest coldest times of the year
color is absent fragrance non clear
Blow the blossoms flowers are
winter still pansies and viola
My heart soul warm by winters flower
Quite purple yellow
Galanthus snowdrop white
like butterfly atop green stalk top
Darling droopy headed flowers
in front borders
in rock garden
blooming snow on the ground
Winter spills, daffodils
Lenten roses multiple petal star
Soft pink cloud white Hellebores
My heart soul warm by winters flower
Fruits balls clusters of
Winterberry. deciduous holly
Yon, lily of the valley shrub
Bell like
Winter Aconite
Petite snow flower appear
Witch Hazel
Wispy yellow. orange flower
Pretty Primrose red, purple, yellow
My heart soul warm by winters flower
Cold Camellia reminiscent roses, flourishes
Glory of the Snow late winter bloomers purple white leaf
Mahonia leathery frond
Evergreen shrub
Ornamental Kale ruffled foliage
Gabbage like heads
Petit peeking through snow, Crocus
Cyclamen beneath deciduous trees
Darling Daphne fruity fragrance
Lovely sighted in late winter springs on the way
My heart soul warm by winters flower
12/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
A torrent of emotional joy
Hazy sunlight and an opalescent sky
a cool breeze that rests gently
In mystical circles,
where the swing gently swings
a myriad of wings of song
This also sounds depressing.
perplexing ideas in my mind
Sun loungers replenish and revitalize
It was poured in the shape of barbed wire
The floods drive the rest away
Cleanse the fragile soil of hidden lies
Making bravery out of openness
Dragons raze dwellings.
I heard the murmurs under the bare twigs
While scratching the sky, tears flow
from the dismal, boulder-filled sky
Torrid foundation with fall-leaf stain
Love kept me going and bearing
That is all. I had grown up.
A sensual touch may be quite relaxing
surely exude timid shyness
People will admit advantage of you
to persuade you,
They truly helped
Written: November 19, 2022
I don't subscribe to cable or satellite TV.
I don't even have those rabbit ears for the channels that are free.
My television viewing habits are strictly VCR or DVD.
Now there's no more commercials shouting at me to buy what I do not need,
but the advertising I could deal with. What would depress the hell out of me
would be the scrolls that would appear at the bottom or the top of the screen on my TV.
I couldn't watch a love story or situation comedy
without those depressing scrolls constantly appearing on the screen of my TV.
...Baby found in dumpster...Woman raped by monster...Stay tuned for news at eleven...
Since I stopped watching public television my TV viewing is now pure heaven.
She grouched, grumbled, griped and groaned.
We complained about her complaining.
She was a pain
Still we lugged her around to all family reunions
She could clear a good story off a picnic table in seconds
Replacing it with something dour, dank, disgusting and depressing
She is our great Aunt Constance Bee.
Here she comes now, watch the relatives scatter.
Same attitude, same gripes, same wheezing and sneezing.
She walks toward us one leg at a time, bearing down with a hard look.
You have to admit she is consistent, mother says.
She has enough consistencies to be predictive, actually.
On a good note, we know if we bring her, we do not have to stay forever.
The rest of them clap as we get up to leave;
which makes it easier to get out the door.
Which may be why we always bring Aunt Constance Bee.