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I am bored with all the lies in the news,
The celebrity’s that live to abuse and misuse,
The war that never seems to end,
The Cosmo articles on “how to steal her boyfriend”
I am bored with reality TV,
To be honest, teenage pregnancy greaves me,
I am bored with the over use of sex,
In our world that loves and then says next,
I am bored with our lack of morality,
Listening to others false realities,
I am bored with our superficial planet,
Plastic surgery is our fruitless magnet,
I am bored with all our family feuds,
A people whose minds have become so skewed,
I am bored of people always complaining,
In a country where we all keep gaining,
I am bored with the lack of common sense,
Where good people run around extreamly tense,
I am bored with public officials putting America in a deeper mess,
Where nobody cares about the real issues that need to be addressed.
By:Sabina Nicole
4-20-11
Contest: Bored with....
Written: September 3rd, 2023
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In this realm where gloom weaves its snare,
Where sorrow can seem too much to bear,
I understand and share in your vehement pain.
When burdens weigh—hope begins to wane.
As tears won't come and the heart is numb.
I shed blood, not tears, and my soul succumbs.
But hump, my friend, we are not alone.
Who else is God, and where is his throne?
Under His care, we seek refuge.
In times of despair, his guidance is huge.
We ask for his assistance—to be strong.
In his presence—we cognize we belong.
If you become a philosopher, as you wish,
You'll witness the truth and a maple dish.
Engaging in pointless feuds, so it appears,
But in the vast venture, they're a trifling clear.
Insignificant souls, lost in their own strife,
Fighting battles that hold no meaning, no life,
But we, with unyielding hearts, rise above.
Knowing our worth and embracing love
In the depths of pain and despair,
We find strength, resilience, and repair.
We stand tall, united, hand in hand,
Defying the gloom that tries to expand
Measly souls may strain to draw us down.
But our unyielding hearts refuse to frown.
We hold on to hope; we cling to belief.
In this chaotic world, love is the only relief.
The Innards went in as quickly as we Outies went out
Some asked them to converse, but others started to pout.
We’re Innards, one hissed with shock in a low whisper.
We outies laughed. Would this plain one ever find a mister?
James Outie was different. Sought her out, gave her his time.
Noting her ability to listen, though she was quiet as a mime.
She loved his entertaining ways, this handsome forbidden Outie.
They proved to this town without any doubt-y….
That an Innard can be talked to by an Outie, in a casual way.
That an Outie can teach an Innard how to laugh and play.
That we do not have to keep century old feuds if we do not want to.
I think I’ll go meet an Innard at their mixer. How about you?
after “Lead, Kindly Light” by Blessed John Henry Newman (1801-1890)
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Centuries saw god-fearing folks
There was faith, love and peace
Pride was less, contentment more
Generations lived with less feuds
Marriages made vows true
Harmony was fair, stable
Families guided behavior
Parenthood functional
Shared values, exchanged true smiles
Knowledge explosion paved new way
I am in nuclear age
Miserly thinking-living
Faith lost, love lost, brooding sly, wild
No more god-fearing folks
Ungratified, ungrateful
New blooms addicted, youth gone rogue
Unstable families
Point of no return, is gone
Fatal-born, structure volatile
Lord, lead me on, get me
Through vile, through lies, through deceit
No good am I, yet, I love to be pure
Pure in heart, pure in mind
Just pure enough, to hold you in my soul
I am no saint, I love to pray
Bring back kind holy peace
Bring back all lost, Bring back humans
Lead us all dear lord, do restore
the lost humanity
hallowed be the earth, Lead us
Jim brought his war bride home from World War Two.
They were happy with each other, their feuds were few.
They had three daughters by nineteen fifty-two.
Two had eyes of brown, youngest had eyes of blue.
They settled in the US State of I.O. Way.
Their accomplished daughters live there still today.
A nurse, a doctor, and a designer with sway.
They worked harder than they could ever play.
Mom and dad worked together, one told me.
We learned from them that freedom is not free.
God and country first, then you can have some glee.
Two kids who met each other, across a deep blue sea.
Raised the most wonderful daughters, who know how to work.
They have a work ethic unknown to many who shirk.
Tolerance is important, a blending of countries sound as pitter pat.
They would have existed if their parents had not realized that.
Man trashed every Earth green zone, and now wishes to render Mars equally prone. Let planet plans focus from hearts, not wallet bones, that Mars may be left alone.
We cannot go out any door
to find peaceful people living pure,
yet some seek galactic lure on Mars.
I cannot believe
some want to see Mars achieved
while our planet's green flows a bleed.
Stop wars on our Earth
before Mars’ power-feuds burst
from man’s greedy, battling worst.
Grow unity here
to heal the simple man’s fears
before he is whipped with Mars’ tears.
Fix our planet earth
before seeking Mars as other
cause to cruelly smother.
Or, better yet, corrupt ones leave,
please, seek Mars immediately
with good bye-byes from me.
Do not correspond
or report all going on,
just remain Mars-gone.
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
October bade to tune me for its heartache song.
Thirty-one days pelleted stressed pummeled rain.
How rude the tenth one to taunt with feuds weeks long.
No frisky wind wishes gentled October’s strain.
Thirty-one days pelleted stressed pummeled rain.
October offered no hued tones to subdue wrong.
No frisky wind wishes gentled October’s strain.
Fall’s leading month numb-stunned my confronted strong.
October offered no hued tones to subdue wrong.
How rude the tenth one to taunt with feuds weeks long.
Fall’s leading month numb-stunned my confronted strong.
October bade to tune me for its heartache song.
Stuck at the bottom with no view of the top
My people are killing each other while other races come together
Loyalty lighter than the slightest feather
Casualty after casualty, so many getting blown away
Checking the staggering statistics has me lost for words
Arch rivals in this war of color
These hues lead to feuds
The cries of the oppressed cannot be ignored
The bell has been rung and the conversation vibrates
Battle is infinite and the war has just begun
Reaching, cocking, and pulling---
Don't assist them in their massive slaughter
And they tell us to forget the constant tragedies
How can we?
When the news carries disease filled words
Justice was a false allegation that lead to racial penetration
Did err' the tactile heart retreat,
no more to trust, no more to speak,
of hopeful folly or treasured weeks.
But only gave a duped reply.
"I will not give myself again"
the little fragile heart replied.
Oh, how the tactile heart reminisced,
of cobbled streets, the moonlit beach,
two pairs of footprints, side by side.
But caution take starstruck hearts.
"For one day the romance will depart"
the little fragile heart did sigh.
My, how the heart so bold, now frail,
limped along, beating pale.
For the blood that was once in its veins,
was given so freely, so naively.
"I have only myself to blame"
the little fragile heart cried.
See the tactile heart now small,
the big, warm heart, now shrewd.
From vanity, depravity, insolence and feuds,
the heart succumbed from life’s cruel game.
"Take heed in this dark day and age"
the little fragile heart remarked.
Well look, beside the tactile heart,
I see another big and strong.
Willing to give humble love and hope,
to an unsuspecting broken heart.
"I will not receive such love again"
the little fragile heart defied.
Now know about the tactile heart,
that chose to trust once more in love.
Despite the hardship and the struggles,
found the strength to take a risk.
"For life is nothing without love"
the joyful, selfless heart replied.
5/2/2020