Long Failure Poems
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She wants words?
Romantic words to squeeze out a smile from her heart,
And diagnose the functioning of her left ventricle?
How about we nail her to her own cross?
Ropes secured,tight and stronger than her teeth;
We'll tie round her limbs like a frog made ready for an experiment;
We will need a blindfold to send her into a dark moment,
Where,her mind can skip a bit to worlds unknown and afar;
A burning bush without smoke she will see-
A replay of the Exodus Moses' scene;
But then,the drumming within those flames and the chanting and rejoicing;
And the cry of cows and goats under slaughter,
More like that of her mother while Olliver's head got stuck in between her legs;
And finally,the smell of blood! Fresh,human blood dripping from her head,
Like a drill had been made into her skull like a water pump;
The shower with blood,a dressing for sacrifice!
And the taste of fresh human blood,
Disgusting that the same flows within her!
Still trapped in the worlds unknown and afar,
She screams and screams,
Mummy,mummy,mummy!
But her mother did not travel with her;
Her chest gets stuffed up like a congested nose in a cold;
And the pounding of her heart alerts the universe she's in danger
For it shakes the ground like an earthquake,
And before we sink into the earth with her in our hands,
Loose like untethered goats,we set her free from the terrific prank!
To go out and testify,
That romance isn't the only marker for diagnosing heart failure,
But also four letters used to make one word,
FEAR,
The theme around which nightmares form,
The major weakness of man, devil's tool!
A life time promise:
The Rose speaks of love silently,in a language known only to the heart & soul.
No rose lives forever in this world,but blooms for eternity in our hearts and memories.
When two people join together
and bond their lives forever
because they are certain they have something special
that will make their commitment last
this is the first act of faith. Upon this act of faith these two people will build a life.and as long as their determination stays with them
this life will always be their hope, their dreams, their truth, their being, their inspiration,and their source of strength.
Through their life together, they will hurt and laugh.
Together they will feel all of life’s up and downs.
They will learn and grow through trial and error.
The lessons will show them the meaning of true love
And the difference between a love that lasts
and one that just gives up.
These two people will face each failure together and
discover the strength to go on.
They will encourage each other’s dreams and forgive each other’s faults.
Through a labour of love.
these two will become as one,
fighting against the odds and ultimately creating
a commitment that will grow into an infinite love.
I am with you Always
As you hold me close in memory.
Even though we are apart,
My spirit will live on ,
There within your heart….
I am with you Always
When you lean on trusted friends
And their caring hugs enfold you,
Within their loving arms,
I will be there to hold you….
I am with you Always
And Beyond the Far Horizons .
When we will finally be together.
Where love will be eternal.
And life will last forever.
I am with you Always.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
For all its worth
How many heavens on earth?
I pop the question
Answer me
For all its worth
Creation, importance growth
Right here in this heaven
Right here on this Earth
Speak good, do good
For all its worth
Isn't this heaven
Right here on this earth?
Explore, discover, and the joy
Will bring you more
Heaven
Right here on this earth
For all its worth
Good deeds, fresh feeds
Filling the needs
Of family, friends and foes
Right here in heaven
Right here on this earth
For all its worth
Desperation, destitution, no resolution
Diverse arguments, increased confusion
No fixes, no facts, failure to act
Cry your need and your heart will bleed
Right here in this heaven
Right here on this earth.
For all its worth
Prostitution, enslavement,
confinement and traverse
The hell hole, dung hole
No pardon, pure sore
The the knocking on the door
Right here in heaven,
right here on earth
For all its worth
No pacification, only victimization
And then criticize
the triers, bystanders
And the afflicted souls
That bites the bullets
In perilous goals
For all its worth
Right here in this heaven
Right here on this earth
Perhaps you're apathetic to my ministrations
fatigued by my futile attempts at suturing
the suppurating wounds inflicted by others
who came before me much like those I suffer
both of our spirits bearing similar scars
Upon removing the bandages to reveal
they have not healed and rankle raw and red
I turn my head not in disgust at the pus
but so you won’t see the tears I shed
on account of my failure before binding them
once again in clean linen after applying a balm
of my best efforts that in spite of their sincerity
will never be enough thus my own injuries
I’ve clumsily dressed will continue to fester
and decay without the catholicon physic
of those three words you cannot say
Have you ever tried to open a locked door without a key
Or had a dream while awake, going about your day
Optimism says, when one door closes another opens
It doesn’t prepare us for the day we find them all locked, but…
If you can dream awake, can’t you just unlock them in your sleep
Clichés are available in any situation
Heartbreak and failure seem to be the most common
Why do we need them?
To misguide reality to a perspective of positivity.
No one enjoys sadness, but fake emotion only extends that dimension,
What if we feel what we feel and we wear it on our sleeve
Are we then viewed as weak
Doesn’t anyone believe that feelings should be judgment free
Or is it better to pretend that in your heart, there’s no one home
Paste on a smile but truth never takes a vacation from your eyes
Pain worn on the skin does far less damage than pain held within
A year of tears that shed pounds as they fall, or
A lifetime of regret that won’t heal trapped without air, in a shell
If it were easy to get over then you wouldn’t be dreaming with your eyes wide open
The heartbeat gives rhythm to feet unwilling to head in the right direction
When you’re done giving power to someone who doesn’t even want it.
You can see, missing pieces won’t make whole what been broken
So just leave the past where it started when life has spoken
Don’t worry about failure, let it pass like rain,
Each stumble you carry is not lived in vain.
Every “almost” and “not yet” you quietly endure
Is shaping the moment when your aim lands sure.
The road may be heavy, your steps may feel slow,
But roots grow in darkness before flowers show.
A thousand wrong turns do not lessen your worth
They’re echoes of learning, the rhythm of earth.
Let doubt knock your door, let it speak, let it try,
You don’t owe it victory, only a reply.
For hope isn’t loud, and success isn’t loud
It rises in silence, unshaken, unbowed.
So breathe through the nights when belief feels thin,
When the world says “no” but you whisper “begin.”
For fate doesn’t count how many times you fall
It waits for the moment you rise once, that’s all.
Under a Stone
The twitter and other news organs are full of women
who never made it big, but come out from under a stone where they hid
tell of sexual exploitations they have suffered, some of it might be true,
but for a chance to shine they make their case grotesquely gruesome,
while it is about a pathetic man who wanted them to masturbate him,
and how they rebuffed him, preferred to hold on to their dignity and lost
the chance to become famous stars.
Balderdash!!!
You didn`t make it to the top simply because you didn`t have the talent
and the tenacity needed, to suffer hunger and rejections, as many
stars have undergone, so you found an excuse for your failure and pathetic
creeps like Harvey W. was perfect; it was his and men like him fault`s
that you took the easy way out, blaming someone else.
the moments of children are endless
until time intervenes
imagination filled joy claims the light of day
how small their world, and yet
how vast their kingdom
where the next thought is another minute of fun
not escaping the world
rather...living in it for all the happiness to come
free from worry or concerns
where responsibility is foreign and unknown
and play, is there to be captured
by creative imagination in their world of dreams
when the mind of a child is unafraid to explore
every thought, that freely flows, unrestrained
from the burdens of failure
a time to pass through, to be remembered when old
when we were touched by the breath of God
and called Angels
11/6/17 contest Photo Story...picture # 1
Belts, paddles, switches, and rulers were once instruments of punishment.
Although very rarely, in my early years, a belt was Daddy's favorite.
I was always a quick learner and never a glutton for punishment.
Some believe that both the home and the schools presently bear the
results of unwisely changing the rules with regard to curtailing
bad behavior. Others think, 'Good riddance'. Others call for balance.
When corporal punishment of kids was applied and acceptable,
whether handed down at home or in school, there were always
those who never seemed to be persuaded to alter their behavior.
As a result, punishment was repeated whether proper or not.
Neither the applier nor the recipient ever learned any lesson.
However, there would be tears, sometimes by the applier also.
I suspect both learned "To WEEP THE TEARS THAT NEVER LEARN".
Perhaps the misapplied method was bad medicine for Donnie.
Perhaps tenured teacher Miss Peterson wept tears of failure.
It should be noted that life is complicated and gives rise to many
mysteries. Such convoluted mysteries often force us "TO WEEP
THE TEARS THAT NEVER LEARN". As for corporal punishment, I wish.
I wish that it had been abolished when I was a kid. Many troubled kids
turn out to be the best of citizens. And I've observed that many parents
and teachers despise the pain medicine they administer. Need I say More?
Suddenly there was a cold draft
It was chilly reminiscent of a wintry shower bath
Making the body freeze
With a tundra tease
It came from up there
Screaming icy air
Was it a duct?
Where the warmth got stuck?
Like a refrigerator open door
Luring a bear into making an easy score
Dressed in the appropriate hibernation muffle
Before escaping doing a planned shuffle
Closing the door
Than crossing the frigid floor
The draft did stop
And soon it got very hot
Suddenly there was a cold draft
Apparently one or two countries had a wrath
Notice came in the mail
Failure to respond meant going to jail
Reporting to camp
With a form signed by a rubber stamp
Boots on the ground
Glory and honor it did sound
As copter blades twirled
And butch haircuts curled
Things went down
Hopefully the bodies would be found
Closing the casket
Family wearing black veils to mask it
The draft did stop
And bonding financial transactions started to get hot
Suddenly there was a cold draft
Foaming an artistic craft
Not a bad deal for a first round that was picked
A social prop soothing the issue that made them ticked
Corona was its name
Perfect for the conversation game
Debating with a laugh
Communicating about the calculating national debt math
Not using any sharp words as spears
Just a nice talk over a few beers
Going down like a saintly breeze
Unlike a French wine next to cheese
Closing the tab
Before calling a cab
The draft did stop
Making the bar flies bug out cheerful not angry and hot