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by myself, i feel as if i am one with the world
you make a face because it confuses you
you tell me to always surround myself with people
i tell you that reciprocity is lacking in that department
you come closer, take my hands, and express assurance from your end of the realm
it means so much to me that i forget the pride side of myself and just cry
then i express my thanks by my own reciprocity
you begin to cry yourself and tell me that i did not even have to look in the mirror
i reply by saying that what i see in the mirror is just the image of myself
it is what i do in every episode of reality that decides which road will be offered to me
you nod in agreement and smile that smile that stole your husband's heart
i just laugh and ask if you want some butter almond ice cream
you decline and say you have to be getting back to care for your son who is struggling with a bad cold
i nod in understanding and retrieve your coat from the closet
as we say our goodbyes, we give each other a hug and you force me to come to another dinner party y'all are having
with you, i have no choice and i know it....deep down inside, i am aware of the fact....that sometimes i need that
I have learned;
that crap does occur.
I have learned;
that there is a his and a hers.
I have learned;
that sometimes love is not enough,
I have learned;
that they're really is a diamond in the rough.
I have learned;
that the outside does not pertain to the inside,
I have learned;
that it is easier to take it all in stride.
I have learned;
I'm healthier if I manage my stress,
I have learned;
that every day is a work in progress.
I have learned that;
I stick out like a sore thumb,
I have learned;
that I march to the beat of a different drum.
I have learned that;
my greatest strength was my biggest flaw,
I have learned;
that sometimes it is the luck of the draw.
I have learned;
that some lessons you do over and over,
I have learned;
that there really is a four-leaf clover.
I have learned;
that sometimes time does make it better,
I have learned;
that I can be a go getter.
I have learned;
that good intentions can be misunderstood,
I have learned;
that there is nothing stronger than motherhood.
I have learned;
that you cannot avoid pain and sorrow,
I have learned;
that not everyone has a tomorrow.
I have learned;
that if I starve the bad it numbs the good,
I have learned;
that Pinocchio was made of wood.
I have learned;
that the truth does exist,
I have learned;
it is easier if I don't resist.
I have learned;
you just have to let go of some s___T ,
I have learned;
it is better to be legit.
I have learned;
doing the right thing is worth it in the end,
I have learned;
that a dog really is man's best friend….
TURBO1904
Chimera of visual candy and sounds. I twirl my poetic skirt — the Magyar gypsy in me abandons time and space — the earth is mine — to mold, create as my God whispers splendiferous life, the ways of this sphere and paradise.
vainglorious words
floating in the atmosphere
i pop their bubbles
I free myself, listen to the critiques and adulation, twisted into the audience’s imagination. We collaborate in thunderstorms. I’m not a rock or an island but a diamond in the rough. Polish my adjectives and verbs. Resound the earthquake in my soul. Embellish my nouns and stamp on my heart.
the dew of my breath
joined with the peppermint wind
— rhapsodic rejoice
The world twirls in party spin until I’m dizzy and giddy. Our hands clasped - with centrifugal force — we go round and round. I capture in my mind’s eye the nuances of the ride. Fish fly and birds swim. Babies grow up and adults hush.
the cup and saucer
teatime passes by quickly
— porcelain shatters
Until my dying day, I will treasure this merry-go-round parade. My earrings dangle, my pearls midair, the embers of my hair, heels kicked up in lusty dust, doves cooing, ravens cawing. There’s always more to say.
skirt with pressed wrinkles
the restless iron suppressed
— abandon my death
7/6/2018
BUT IS IT ART
For some, it is thought to be poor
Others could consider it excellent
But is good enough, good enough
It’s finding a diamond in the rough
And all after such effort was spent
Diversity then just shown the door
Pushing boundaries is seen by some
As breaking not following, the rules
Yet that’s also seen as new initiative
That diversion embraced as positive
But unlikely to be taught in schools
Yet from this, innovation will come
There some value in divided opinion
Albeit guidance is sought by the few
But is it art, some may still be asking
Yet doing and viewing is multitasking
It is up to the creator to offer a clue
Nobody rules in an artistic dominion
This piece, dear readers, is to commemorate yet another milestone in my life...my ##th birthday...
Have you ever made a lantern out of fireflies,
Or skipped a smooth flat stone across a pond?
Have you ever used your tongue to catch a snowflake,
Or heard the gentle laughter of the rain?
Have you ever listened to a baby's heartbeat,
Or made a wish upon a shooting star?
Have you ever shared a secret with a daisy,
Or built romantic castles in the air?
Have you ever climbed a dune to watch a sunset
Then stayed to catch a moonbeam in your hand?
Have you ever searched for gold beneath a rainbow,
Or built a battle fortress in the sand?
Have you ever fashioned mountains out of molehills,
Or found a precious diamond in the rough?
Have you ever turned a thought into a brainstorm,
Or wondered just when is enough enough?
Have you ever felt love tugging at your heartstrings
Then watched it turn away and pass you by?
Have you ever had a loved one make your heart break
Or made someone you cared for laugh or cry?
Most everyone's done some of these,
And some have, most likely, done them all.
I may try to squeeze in another few
Before my final curtain call.
You keep appearing in my dreams like Freddy, trying to dissolve them
You feignedly pose as kryptonite to my Superman
If we were in a movie, you would be the villain and, of course, I would be the hero
Yes!
You're like a minuscule Mr. McGhee to my Incredible Hulk
You faintly appear as a STOP sign when my light
shines a vibrant green
GO!
Yes, I am going like that midnight train to Georgia with no fright
Steadfastly plodding my course of destiny toward that glorious morning light
I see you, Michael, just lurking behind trees
You want me shaking in my boots and pleading down on my knees
But I'm a victor so begging and pleading are not part of me
Onward I will travel toward my beautiful destiny
A diamond in the rough, once-dull surface is now shining brightly
Keep the reel rolling as the plot thickens
Oh yes! I'm writing my masterpiece line by line; just call me Mr. Dickens
As my character effortlessly aggrandizes
There you are still lurking and wishing for my demise
But like the mighty 'Phoenix' out of ashes, I rise!
No surprise! For it is true, I rise. Yes, I RISE!
Diamond in the rough, diamond's beauty framed
Upon hand of the lady loved by man
Lady who wears honor graces her domain
Lady possessed, owned: his games began
Diamond in the rough cuts to the core
Breaking down polished diamond whose surface
Begins to crack becoming his captor
Fed lies, half-truths, manipulated abased
Her confidence destroyed, looking at ring
Too tight like life, at least it sparkles still
Man_diamond in rough, untamed, would be king
Never will be, to dream of change unreal
Life being suffocated or life free
Choices made will life always this be?
Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Contest: Copy Cat Contest
Author that inspired: Edna St. Vincent Millay
First Line of Poem:
Only the diamond and the diamond's dust
In the book that I have it is untitled
First line of poem used to find the work
My father is a diamond in the rough
in that sometimes he would pull
a handful of golf balls from a trash bag in the garage
and hit them into the forest from the field behind our house
on a Friday evening when he had nothing better to do
And now when we go walking, occasionally
when the light hits just so
we stumble across an unwilling time capsule
in the form of a moss-covered golf ball
And remembering one man’s carefree days
we begrudgingly pick it out of the duff
only to deposit back in the garage stash
that hasn’t been touched in a while
May 27, 2023 A Diamond of Time Poetry Contest, Sponsor Julia Ward
Liar! You liar! I'm so glad you told me now
'Cause now I have time to turn around and reroute
Now I can sit here and ponder on why it's always me
Why does EVERYBODY I meet - always deceive?
Now ya'll see why I'd so much rather be all alone
Why I'd so much rather be all alone in my little comfort-zone
'Cause that's exactly where I found that I would always be safe
In my zone is where I notice everybody else's mistakes
That's where I sit on my throne - and watch them all just take
That's also the same spot I go to fix my heart when it breaks
I find myself so deeply - a diamond in the rough
'Cause to everyone else - I'll never be enough
Everyone wants to have their cake - and eat it, too
Everyone just wants to take it ALL from you
Nobody ever wants to see anybody come out on top
Nobody can ever just realize they're a$$holes - and just stop
So I wear Skull Candy ear buds - to drown the whole world out
So I can never hear the that comes out everyone's mouth
So I'll simply turn and venture back to my tree house home
Where I'm the best version of myself whenever I'm alone
8/3/21
When I get drunk I smoke THC like a chain smoker
Never been able to stay sober
A new day and hangover
Stand in the way and it's game over
It's time I take over
These fools can't even play poker
All they care about is their Range Rover
Burn 'em down with a flamethrower
Then follows a strange odor
Dagnabbit
On this planet
At times, I nearly had it
Sick of always being an addict
And such pitiful habits
You'd think I have on a strait jacket
Tearing at the very fabric
Of reality during a Black Sabbath
There's constant racket
And endless havoc
Eventually we all end up in the casket
That's just a given an automatic
Don't be a chicken
And always panic stricken
As of today, nothing safe from being off-limits
It could soon be forbidden
In this odd world we live in
I was able to fit in
Yet I didn't
I don't like religion
Or history because half of it could be fiction
I try to see it all with crystal clear vision
Easier said than done, the same can be said for wisdom
It's global, not just here to Great Britain
There's always competition
And shady politicians
As well as brain washing on the television
This is not no superstition
Or just my intuition
It's going beyond that, regardless of if you listen
A lot of good in the world was overridden
There's more than meets the eye, therefore something's hidden
Meanwhile the plot continues to thicken
Like a diamond in the rough, I glisten
Always completing my mission
Yet no luck with women
To this day
It's sad to say, and the cause of much dismay
No I'm really not okay
Like anyone
I just wanted to be loved
When push came to shove
I turned to drugs
And always got a full mug
Now I'm always numb
And hum to the beat of my own drum
Not proud of what I've done
A lot of which has been dumb
I admit at times when I was young
I was a bum
And often glum
Now I have come from
A long way and then some
At time I can be one
Hell of a son of a gun
Continually I've dug
It was all for none
Ugh
I can't continue to shove under the rug
I need a lot more than a hug
Or a juug
Off another plug