Long Dyslexia Poems
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‘One more job and then I am going to Panama and watch the canal in the sun’
John’s trust funds had not done so well lately and pension age approached fast
‘They ripped me off once more and I need my share of well-deserved freedom’
Justice beggared belief but redistribution of wealth was in the tools of his trade
He looked back on a distinguished career of many fine decades of occupation
Had proceeded from nicking wine gums and marbles at the local corner shop
Always quick on his feet and with nimble hands picking distinguished pockets
His first armed robbery succeeded with a toy gun filled with peas in the shooter
Fraud had not worked well that was for the learned and dyslexia had not helped
No Grammar School for him more like learning by doing and days on the streets
Short docket though for a man of his position so one final swoop for his nest egg
He neared the marble mansion torch and pass key in hand and lions on the gate
Gone with the times had an app on his watch to defeat cameras of surveillance
He could smell prawn cocktails roast ducks cranberry sauce and aged caviar had
Booked a false passport and first class flight and now he was over the high wall
Dreamt of high balls and Tequila safe in the faith that the safe could be cracked
Past the burglar alarm silencer on the barrel he encountered some hindrance
A flock of black swans started a racket and snapped at his trousers and ankles
'No more chains nor shackles' he prayed but had come prepared with some weed
Sharing is caring and the birds suddenly docile in swan song very kindly agreed
18th April 2019
my life was not the same
when I got baptized and was born again
all the things that had hurt me had been washed away
and a great sense of love and peace I felt that day
the lord forgave me for all the things I had done
he did not look at my sins
but he looked at my heart and the person that I would become
he turned my life around
and in his eyes no traces of my past will be found
he gave me a second chance
a life with hope and his promises to hold on too
he blotted out my sins and he will do the same for you.
For James and leanne, your life will begin next month on your baptism,
James you will be healed when you are born again, say good bye dyslexia, good bye reflux
good bye exema, theese will be gone son, God said you will be healed, just believe it and
know that it is true and you will be free Amen , love you from mum.
If I Was a Seagull
If I was a seagull
I wouldn’t have a bank account
I wouldn’t watch misery on TV
No concerns about the economy
Prices rising constantly.
I’d have my own nest
And wouldn’t need to upgrade
Or downsize. My kids would
Leave home naturally.
I’d find enough to eat everyday
I wouldn’t gorge and put on weight
I’d go wherever I desired
I’d be able to sleep when tired.
If I was seagull, I’d be able to swim
Walk and fly. Leave excrement on
Passers-by, laugh and squawk at will.
There’d be no lingering death if ill.
No coffin and false funeral
No religion and propaganda
No investigations by Panorama
No sex abuse by the clergy
No exams, no measurable stress
No jealousy, no hate, no misery
I’d be able to have sex, obviously
No bullying, bulimia, autism or
Dyslexia. I’d suffer from tourrettes
But never need the vets,
No Shakespeare, no poetry
The odd cat might worry me.
If only I was seagull.
David Cox 08/08/22
Dyslexia affects me very severely,
but only when I sleep, when I dream only.
While in a dream state if I'm presented something to read,
like a newspaper, book or magazine,
none of the printed words make total sense to me,
they are all mixed up, out of order and confusing as can be.
but then when I awake and I'm conscious fully,
whatever I read reads as it always reads,
clear, concise and very easy.
I'm not making this up for the sake of poetry,
this is actually my true story,
and I'm posting this in case anyone has any theories,
particularly they who are into dream analogy,
and tell me what the heck is going on in the mind of TheKidster Billy.
In the ‘some’ of a number, a zero gets lost.
In the idea of ‘some’, values turn frost.
In equating ‘some’ with ‘some’ of the few,
A territory is gained and a battle renewed.
With ‘some’ of the trained, the Devil tenders right.
Married to ‘some’, lovers are at plight.
Though spirits blossom in ‘some’ of the prime,
Yet autism and dyslexia, hardly rhyme.
In the distractions of ‘some’ the future is brewed,
In faith and trust, some frets get glued.
Busted disgust in ailments rise,
Money merry, and death surprise.
‘Some’ of the past is a ruinous ghost.
Battered pain ---a spirited host.
Let go of ‘some’. In vigor applause.
Time will freeze and the ONE will cause--
Merriment and laughter in bounty oft,
Colors and treasure, music aloft---
Will see ‘some’ faces, in lustrous delight,
Morning will see the halo of Light.
I have presbyopia, astigmatism and more than a dose of dyslexia to boot
And so I have to break up my poetry into stanzas or my writing goes mute
I fall between the letters and get lost upon the page
and nothing makes any sense
and my brain begins to rage
My eyes get tired fast, reading a page of unrelenting text
with no line breaks or paragraphs
to collect the thoughts best
This simple punctuation helps me keep the meter flow
but it also helps me read what I wrote
and encapsulate the storys growth
So break up those pages a bit eh?
give those eyes a rest
People will thank you for it
if you don't make it such a test.
- Artimus 9/29/23 8:24PM (C) Susan Manley
Without Agreement
Living in the vacuum of separation
An ashtray of burnt ember vibrations
In wounded agony torn apart
Sudden separation confusion imparts
Heartbeat separated from harmony’s essence
Absent whisper of the spirit’s presence
Heart in sweaty palpitations of dementia
Body swoons deprived in apt dyslexia
Two starving shadows whimper with fatigue
Pull in opposition as slumber flees
Banished into the abyss absent of life’s thrust
Cries for unity in harmony’s trust
Vertigo reigns in space split open wide
Simple grace caught between two riptides
Heartbeats and spirit wind lie in lethargy
Repulse vitality’s consummation in eulogy
The seed of unity clutched in arid darkness
Orphaned with withering roots of starkness
Nomads wander hearing the echo ancient
Blindly call muffled minds in siren’s plainchant
Climb from the chasm of separation
Find the way back to reconciliation.
9-19-22
Contest: San Mind Body
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Dreaming sleeplessly
I'm in a deep sleep regardless
Of what you say thotlessly
Damage the distress in progress
You sent me letters and emails
Thank you...I'd like to say Thank You
Every time I walk - five thousand fails
Thank you for not making me blue, boo
In perspective, I'm trying so hard
Yet, I'm still this pathetic bard
I feel and see music
It's so darn epic and enthusiastic
So therapeutic and exquisite like a perfect pic
Flicker the lights on and off
I guess I wasn't enuff
I suppose I like the pain ruff
Hey, be quiet, silent tears that fall from the inside
You can only see my outside
Fading like the atmosphere
The blue and grey waters of the oceanside
Leaves me with no fear,
For I am your chocolate,
Wrapped up in chandeliers of hopes...
Wrapping paper isn't that expensive
But, my love isn't cheap...
Let that sink deep
Get me a ride
By your side,
My beautiful future bride...
Subside from my side afterwards...
I see words and letters backwards...
Dyslexia does drive me nuts...
No if's, and's or but's about it...but I don't hate my guts
I'm becoming the new me
Let me be me and set me free
Helen Keller who amidst deafness and blindness,
Had turned poet, writer, and lady of kindness…
Peter Winkler, who, though, arthritis affected,
Wrote and left his soul, never to feel dejected…
Octavia Buttler with her dyslexia,
Authored science fiction as her euphoria…
Christy Brown though suffered from cerebral palsy,
Wrote with his toe many an elegant story…
John Hockenberry suffered paraplegia,
Wrote and won over his physical inertia…
Who can forget the author of Paradise Lost?
Who had kept his inner eyes vibrant at all cost…
The universe has men and women so many,
Who has proved that physical ills worth no penny...
It's not the hand; it's the poet's heart that volumes write,
Who can bind wings of imaginations at flight?
08 June 2021
The Poet's Hands Are Tied Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Can't tie shoes. Can't read aloud. Can't memorize Latin.
IQ test, panic, shyness.
Confidence goes missing.
Ask, and you will receive.
A corner turned.
College, city planner, romance, graduation.
Paradise lost. War drums.
"You are hereby ordered to report."
Many rockets fired, crashing all around.
Fear and dread. "Grab your guns." Invasion.
Ask, and you will receive.
Deliverance! Unscathed.
A terrible war left behind.
Cheers on homeward flight abound.
Civilian life: lost and bewildered.
Just don't fit in.
Ask, and you will receive.
It all comes together.
Grad school, true love and a career.
Wedding bells, children, grandchildren.
Blessings astound.
Retirement: Spanish, softball, world travel.
All a pure delight.
But time speeds up. No, we slow down. Sunset and aging.
Microsoft 7, 10 and 11.
Accounts, passwords, applications.
Patient portals, lab tests, hospitalizations.
Masks, shots and Covid 19.
Can't keep up. There's no time. Trouble remembering.
Anger, self-doubt, then frustration.
Ask, and you will receive.
Rescued again.
True love comforts.
Eternal Love sustains.
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
February 23, 2022