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My head has been really dizzy
Cause of my life being busy
I want to let the stress out
By a big loud noisy shout
That comes from the depths of me
I'm losing my sanity
Each day bringing something new
That I have to muddle through
I just want a life of peace
Somebody help me release
The pressures I have been under
Its no mystery or wonder
I wake up some days to find
So much worry on my mind
That I can't lose or escape from
I just want it to be done
As relaxation kicks right in
My frown will turn to a grin
A feeling of relief take over
Like I found a four leaf clover
Of luck and serenity
My mind and world happily
Will ease up with a nice break
From a world I couldn't take
A city lad ran away from home
The whole wide world to explore and roam
Sure that somewhere else he'd find
The fortune he had for himself in mind...
At first he thought to try the sea
On board a big sailing ship
Harsh winds blew it far off course
Where his prospects took a dip...
Washed ashore in the Orient
He tried his hand in the bazaar
Stayed there several years, near four
Left with a few coins in an exotic jar...
Sought his destiny in foreign legions
Soon deployed to woe-begone regions
Joined a monastery, lived the life of a monk
Didn't want to end up a contemplative hunk...
Wherever he went, whatever he tried
He did his best, but his hope always died
'Till one day, broke, despondent and alone
Shamefacedly, he stole his way home...
No longer a lad now, but a jaded fellow
He thought to ease up, kick back, be mellow
And lo and behold, just after that decision
A fortune fell into his lap he hadn't envisioned
Digging up weeds in his garden, he found a chest
Filled with gold and silver, among the rest
Of the precious gems buried next to his home
That he had once left, the wide world to roam...
The moral of this story should be clear to you and me
Don't run after fortune, over land, over sea
Your ship docks at your very door
Right there where you started, at home, for free
I'm practically a ghost,
seldom seen.
I'm mounted on some traffic lights,
so ease up on the gas pedal!
You never notice me
unless your GPS is in use,
but I see you coming.
I never sleep on the job.
I see everything
day or night
rain or shine
I'm a road photographer.
I wonder why vehicles
never smile
when I take their pictures.
Perhaps they're angry
for their drivers as they know
a mailed citation letter
is a sure thing?
I'm a proud revenue cash cow.
I do not discriminate.
Rich or poor,
young or old,
I will penalize if
you exceed my speed limit!
Slow down road warriors,
or I'll bite a chunk
off your bank account!
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (25) ,any form,any theme
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date submitted: 08/18/2020
It Sucks Poetry Contest(N/A)
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Date written: 08/07/2020
(11/8/11)
The judge asked : why was you speeding?
Why was you going so fast?
Why didn’t you ease up on the gas?
Your honor : I was Driving Under The Influence
Of her love.
I felt like a shooting star up above.
She has me intoxicated from head to toe
I don’t know which way to go.
She captured my heart and won’t let go
Her love is all I know.
Her love so mellow - so sweet , so fine
I feel like I’m high on wine.
If you are going to convict me for loving her
Then I stand as guilty as can be
For she has become a part of me.
Sentence me to a life of love
For she is the only one I could think of.
She already has my heart in jail
And I refuse to post my bail.
The judge looked at me as I stood in place
You are dismissed “ there is no case”.
Janet is his darkest addiction,
His will is her every command,
A live erotic girl to ease up all of his afflictions,
Filling up, and stocking so many golden jars
Pleasing her like he’s on a mission
Reading that upside-down book or opening her up
Just shadows who dance to the same rhythm
The chains are there and yet, they are really not
Her erotic petite frame is a forbidden symbol,
The best things sometimes come from the dark
So perfect are Janet's pink round nipples,
He loves it most when they are in a clamp
He tells her to pick up the biggest *****
To spread them up and then go really hard
To possess the live girl while the screen is on
Adoring her like she’s a sensual black cat
Worship her as if she truly is yours
A connection filled with fantasies and wants
Just fill up that cannoli it’s that simple
But first open those lips and then eat her up
Owning the live girl like it’s so legal
Enjoying that secret view is a must
Sessions depend on how well you treat her
Appreciation always takes you quite far.
Raven Archer
My strange tears.
The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes.
Gather the sun's spears.
Be careful not to step on the thistles of fear.
Plaits are used to create the form.
To achieve a slimmer epitome.
You and I are friends.
Envy is what comes after us.
At the close of the twilight.
Because of Noah flood.
My strange tears.
The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes.
My strange tears.
The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes.
Start to contrive our departure.
A sea is teeming with adversity.
With the wrench, assemble the notes.
From every flute.
Place it in the abyss of your soul's disgust.
There is a period at the cease of each event.
Amass a set of love outfits.
Enable us to escape the dangerous ghetto cities.
It's around the awful roads.
The virus wind had found a haven there.
My strange tears.
The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes.
Feel my heartbeat in your ears.
The condition had left him immobile.
He won't be able to catch any of the mists.
That is not a picture of the sky.
It hasn't claimed the land as its property.
My strange tears.
The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes.
That's my propensity, and that's my flaw.
Ease up my mangled rib.
Stay aware of the words that come to mind.
Retain a checklist of it in your head.
For those who desire for it, as well as for you.
Attain a note of it by calling for a gathering.
Furthermore, regardless.
I entice her with the rhyme of my aged stuff.
I yell out my hazy promise.
It sang of druid snitching schemes.
From the eyelids of the sea.
With some salt, I can grasp the meanings.
I find the secret to her.
To quench a nostalgic thirst.
Besides, when there is a smidgeon of envy.
Detachment can yell.
The absolute first seashore.
That is where you can ensure it as love is broadened.
On the last islands of the meeting.
Love is also waiting to pass me.
Dream wine has enticed me.
The many shades of my eternal passion.
I'm an awful fan of the mountains.
My never-ending goal sparkles brightly in flames.
My strange tears, thank you.
The genie's eyes, oh genie's eyes.
Everyday, everyone, searches for contentment,
While contentment is right within your grasp.
You worry and stress and bring on resentment,
A part of life you just can’t seem to clasp.
Contentment can come in the simplest of ways
And people just can’t seem to find.
That a drive in the country and spending the day
A walk in the woods can take a load off your mind
So many ways you can take off a load for a while
And ease your mind and relax and distress
You will finally find that forgotten smile
And enjoy some true happiness
Contentment is really not that hard to obtain
And it really will ease up your everyday strain
Like footprints in the sand
Leaving tattoos from the start
Walking hand in hand
Gripping tightly, my heart
I won't ease up
My fingers clinch tighter
Though you're growing tough
I am a fighter
My child, you will stay
For all of my days
And when my brown hair is gray
Memories will replay
You will plant your seeds
For your dreams to flourish
And when your first born breathes
At ease, you will nourish
At that moment, I will rest
As you take on my role
The beginning of your quest
My purpose will unfold
But you can be certain
When I look at your face
There will be no aged curtain
Yet a veil of lace
I walk the garden run
in the icy chill of winter sun,
where flowers once bloomed in their colorful glow
but now sleep silently beneath the snow;
clear and ever on the move alone
the waterfall taps briskly on each stone
and down to the bottom lay
small fry fish swimming lightly in play
through the piled fallen leaves;
there is a hush in the skeleton of trees
neither bird nor squirrel stirs a frown
as the ground blushes darkened brown
grass beige and dying quiet on the earth below;
chilled winds rise and freely blow
fir trees and yellow-green brush wave hello
and gently ease up the daffodils of spring
waiting patient to play their song and sing;
leaves till curl and tussle in the winds
and northeast bluster loudly rings
but on the horizon, hope springs eternal
and winter walk is a seasonal kernel
as flowers rise within my mental poetry journal.
Wings spreading out far and wide
Angels always on our side
When things get too rough and crazy
And we start to feel hazy
There will be someone right there
Even if we're unaware
They protect us when we find
Life is leaving us behind
Maybe it's a stranger who's
Smile lifts you when your blue
Or talking in a friendly way
To help brighten up your day
A soft pat upon your back
Will help to ease up the slack
Even for a few minutes
Makes you strong so you can beat this
A friend on the other line
Making sure your doing fine
Will lift up your dreary spirit
Saying talk so I can hear it
A card coming int he mail
Is a trick that will not fail
To put a brightness in your eyes
Sent from an angel in disguise
Little things can mean a lot
Let them flow straight from the heart
And you will see how it makes
A difference in someones day
So don't keep it way inside
Use your wings of love to find
Someone who can use a lift
With this very special gift