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10/21/19
Living I'm blessed to do
I reckon to you
There's more than a dimension or two
Life continues to beckon through
In any direction it's true
Worse and better selections
Good and bad intentions
Let this be a lesson to you
Eventually the great depression ensued
Folks that do or don't leave impressions on you
Some have a profession or two
The questions grew
It was or wasn't a great suggestion to you
You either did or didn't make a confession or few
Eventually engines blew
Won by the last second or two
Will or won't have misconceptions of you
Continually the tensions grew
Some beginning to threaten, having aggression toward you
Wanting possession of you
Other's dangerous obsessions grew
Paying nothing but attention to you
Make a mess of you
Been far ahead of you
I'd expect nothing less of you
As good as dead to you
Watch out, or it'll have ended for you
Will or won't find out if heaven is true
The only mention of you
Left behind seven shoes
And eleven Rubik's cubes
Best wishes on what you're destined to do
Wisen up when life gives lemons to you
Work harder and on more revenue
Show you in person, don't need to put it in pen for you
If need be, I'd have bled for you
Stick out my arm, leg , chest and neck for you
Like I always said to you
There's nobody else instead of you
Because I have a connection with you
Still will follow through, on what I set to do
I wish my best to you
To tell the truth
Either way, I'd go to heaven, but not hell for you
Many methods grew
In the midst of a quest or two
Finishing the job, is what is next to do
We’re strapped in seats and to our left,
A dad, a mom, 3 tots;
And how much noise did they produce?
You know the answer - lots!
Before we taxi, it’s announced
There’ll be a slight delay.
Mechanics have to come on board,
And so begins our day.
They check us out; we’re good to go,
But traffic in the air
Means there will be some extra time
To take off. Don’t despair!
The whole time this is going on,
With pencil in my hand,
I’m working on a Times acrostic,
Just as I had planned.
It really is a tough one;
I’m oblivious to time.
The minutes tick away until
We’ve left the ground and I’m
Just finishing the puzzle.
I’m a genius! But what’s best
Is by doing the acrostic,
I was shockingly unstressed.
Life Is Like A Maypole.
In our spring, we are born;
our dance begins as inter-woven events
and experiences build our future.
Blood-red trauma,
wraps itself around our happiest moments…
it never wins.
Always uplifted by orange-joys,
winding ribbons, we heal a bit.
Intermingling emotions are etheric ribbons;
round and round, they twine.
Once we are completely enveloped;
developed by life’s dance;
the grey’s of middle-age decline,
begins to unravel;
reversing our celebration until,
death’s icy grip ads its finishing touch.
A soul is born; in growing,
learns and passes into another existence…
re-incarnating for another dance.
Entered contest: Life Is Like A Maypole
Sponsored by: Seren Roberts
1-19-15
“I’m not Worried About AI”
Some people worry that AI will
Take over this world
Not me
I’m not worried about AI because:
AI can’t
Bust up laughing when it trips over its feet in front of a cute guy
Or
Feel the overwhelming sense of accomplishment after finishing its first marathon
AI can’t
Feel the depths of heartbreak from losing a baby
Or
Lose itself in the eyes of a person who just asked it to marry them
AI can’t
Have faith so strong that it is able to forgive someone who stole from them
Or
Experience serene gratitude as it bathes in the warmth of the sun
AI can’t
Burst with pride as it watches their child graduate from high school
Or
Surrender to the involuntary waves of an ****** as it makes love under the moonlight
AI
Will never know our reality
That is why
I'm not worried about AI
That sickly little ginger's eye is open again!
Oh she's loving her new sister in crime!
Look at them on the pedestal taking on all comers!
Shouldn't have been in the zone and you wouldn't
have gotten bit on the ass!
Oh now it's on, whoever is king of the mountain
is master of all they survey!
Frenzy and pandemonium at the call of dinner bell
is part of the ritual, aids in digestion!
I stole it fair and square, besides, I thought you
were giving it to me, no it's mine now,
step back, fool., you left it!
I will buy some time with this burger
under the couch while you compose yourself
and deal with it.
Ear wiggle on their backs getting pampered
and holding baba with all four paws time!
That one is not too big for a bottle,
every kitty deserves a baba!
Corn kitty has such grace, such style,
buttered up chest fur and look to the side
chew finishing and dive back into the corn.
She is actually using the paws as corncob holders, t
urning the corn for a fresh row!
Michael Jackson kitty is back, he is actually
watching beat it and doing the moves!
Singing kitty licks his/her lips to come in in harmony, what a good kitty, so beautiful!
Aww every kitty deserves a Japanese girl
to spoil it and tuck it in, give it a kiss goodnight!
Jackpot!
I was a member of the "era", good times during the "Jazz times" Coltraine, such a great
musician....
Oh, and I will never forget the "Millennium"...Whew, 20 years old in S.L.C. in a two room
combined suite with projection screen T.V. and loads of women...Booze, friends, PARTY.....
Drunk driving on the wrong side of the road at 5 am for a half a mile... Just to give you
an idea of my blood alcohol level.... I had to do inventory at 7 am that morning......
AWESOME night/day...... { :"Sweetheart":}
These were the times when poetry was still in the developmental stages.... I had yet to
find my "Swager" in writing... I have always had a voice, just needed the right mentor...
Her name:
Consuelo', "Exotic Miss Caramel Swirl". Much older than I, with a girlish quality I was
attracted to...
She was my superior at this communications job I picked up for extra cash. I remember the
day she breezed into my cubicle for my Q&A reports, smelling like my grandmothers backyard.
A mixture of erotic scents, appealing to my unique desires...
At the time I was studying for my associates degree!!
In between work loads, I began to put the finishing touches on a report that was due..
As she waited, she watched me write, rub my forehead. She asked if she could take a look...
"I am a writer, college graduate" she said...
"I would like to critique this, is that okay"
This thought inspired by Consuelo'... If not for you I would still be a nobody... I will
never forget the wisdom you were so willing to give... You brightened my life with your
intellect and love....
Much love from this poet... Until we meet again:
Jared Pickett
11/24/09
Asavvy1__________________________To Be Continued.......
Boe the Eskimo
There is a little Eskimo named Boe
He loves to play on the ice and the snow
One day as he played on the ice, it cracked
Boe, in shock knew the odds against him were stacked.
Along came a kindly turtle called Jack
He said "I'll show the way, climb on my back"
So Boe jumped on board and off the two zoomed
What adventures they had as their friendship bloomed.
Boe saw sea creatures he'd not seen before
Marine plants aglow on the ocean floor
They danced with dolphins who move gracefully
Twisting and turning to sounds of the sea.
Then they spied large sharks coming at full speed
Both of them were awfully scared indeed
Their two hearts beating alike frenzied drums
Afraid of finishing up in sharks tums.
Suddenly Boe awoke from a dream
Ma and pa rushed in when they'd heard Boe scream
Boe said from now he'd do as he was told
When out playing on ice, he'd not be so bold.
10th April 2021
Nursery Rhyme 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Ask an ocean cliff diver, eager and daring,
How thrilling it is, the ascent and air diving,
The arms stretched wide, like wings fluttering,
Plunging into the depths, like a whale's splash echoing,
But without courage, mere fantasies we will be sharing
Ask a ground squirrel, scurrying through its maze,
With nuts in its grasp, the squirrel sets new aims,
The eagle above, watching its playful ways,
Squirrel is unfazed by perils or ominous claims,
For courage triumphs, dispelling fear's haze.
Courage stands tall, unknown’s fear it defies,
Confidence soaring, reaching goals in a story,
Finishing duties, victory within its eyes,
Building self-esteem, forging a path to glory,
Let darkness not prevail, let courage arise.
Around this same exact time,
Exactly one year ago.
I wrote a really mediocre poem,
About 7th grade moving "slow".
But, boy, was I wrong.
8th grade is full of waiting.
I've been at my school for 11 years,
This month is just frustrating!
Luckily, there's some "fun" ahead,
Including our 8th grade trip.
Yea, it sounds kinda lame, but still,
It's one whole day we can skip.
Everyone's forgotten we have finals.
In only three various subjects!
I guess we can study for the next week,
Let's not forget all the projects!
I think all that I want to say,
Is that I'm super antsy to leave.
I got that scholarship for high school,
Let's go, Falcons! Whoo-hoo, DC!
I’ve come to my autumn years
While my heart falls silent
Trembling with its gentle tears
Reflecting on the former things
Some hopes and other fears
I’ve come to my ending days
When my soul yearns for light
Shining tenderness who prays
For comfort of the worrier
Needing healing of anxious ways
I’ve come to my lost, faded dreams
When breathless smiles reach out
Caressing me with joys it seems
Alive and yearning in hues of grace
Ringing with kindly, rosy themes
I’ve come to my darkest dismay
Whispering fright in nightmares
Weakening one who will portray
All the sweetness of joyful prayers
Praise of the One who I’ll not betray
I’ve come to my finishing of the race
Reflecting on the gentleness of thanks
Raining down love that can’t replace
The music in the soul, the wonderous hope
Of an affection I’ll never be able to erase
I’ve come to my conclusion, lastly
Awakening life in the heart and soul
Coloring feelings in hues so vastly
They stir up promises of the end
When love burns so alive, steadfastly
I’ve come to my close of my lifetime
Where my spirit reflects on insights
Basking in joys that lived in old time
When my heart was more familiar
With the presence of famous springtime
Whether I let the past embrace me
With its splendors, it’s exaltations
Or I finally let go and simply agree
The time has come to turn my heart
Toward God where I’ll be set free
I’ll let go and let God take my soul
Up to the heavens where I’ll give Him
All my praise, all my spirit to console
With the knowledge that I’m living
With the One who made my heart whole