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Having collaborated, o with just a few
Poetry Soup members,i`ll always give them due
for their kind comments and others even more
one person inparticular, Old Jack, he hits the core.
He is funny without realising,he does so make me giggle
the picture i have of him,a tyre round his middle
over six feet tall,with ginger hair,like a true Jock
stubbon as hell, very proud, and sometimes likes to mock.
His poems very frequently, touch on all that`s kind
his politeness and charm,sure that`s why the ladies find
a caring correspondant,or maybe a walk in the park
my opinion on this gent, is way above the dark.
My once passionate life,
Charming crayola broads.
Came to a halt,
When she was sent from God.
But heartbreak burned,
As I dripped to the floor.
I cried waxy tears,
Like never before.
She still crosses my mind,
Though a little bit darker.
She ran off with him,
A crayola green marker.
Now tears of red,
So frequently stream.
As the pain of my heart,
Is so easily seen.
These ardent veins,
That gushed passionate red.
Have no reason to flow,
Since my burgundy fled.
Shades of maroon outline,
This broken carmine heart.
These crimson thoughts,
Want love to embark.
But my burgundy dreams,
Will never comeback.
For all of my happiness,
Has melted to wax.
Words are incapable of expressing my silent rage,
rage at myself for locking me to the confines of my own cage.
It's been an eternity, it seems. since I have felt such innocent bliss,
how ecstatic I felt even before when it was still just a kiss.
Then that night, our connection flowed electrically,
we both glowed from the inside out, smiling quite frequently.
Shyness still intact but I felt I could just be me,
so there we were just gazing at each other till we'd burst out laughing.
No words required or said, as our faces took turns rotating shades of red,
nervousness starting to remit, as we fell asleep talking, not desiring the night to end.
How my melancholy emotions prior had evaporated away,
with every look that said more then words could convey.
Yet my guard went up due to what the past has put me through,
and the situation, the uncertainties, have cast me back into the blue.
I merely wished to ensure that this was not a game,
and instead my selfishness, my insecurities have led me to be ashamed.
I‘m screaming inside, deafening my thoughts with the echo's of a cavernous heart,
The constant agony of the few memories, hopes, dreams, they wrench me apart.
I feel as if I am to fade into some abysmal, tormenting nightmare constantly taunting,
The fact I chose to question and doubt your stability, makes this nightmare seem to become my sadistic reality.
I’ve lost my chance, when I should have followed my instinct,
and as quickly as you blew a kiss and winked,
I knew that any hope was now extinct.
Sorry, if I hurt you and showed how thoughtless I can be,
I can’t undo what has been done you see,
but know this fact, that in those moments, I was happy.
Great Questions
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By: The Questionare Extradinare'Coeus of Antecedent
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what is conversment?
is it used to coney or inform?
While in love I made someone fall in love with me,
might at least one of would love the other if we were
ever to be together. Dolus Malus spoke this of whom?
Schoenber and DeBussy ae credited for this?
Introductions are nerve-wracking because they create
immense pressure to make a perfect first impression.
is this First impressions are not necessarily "fake," but
they are frequently inaccurate and superficial Pandora’s
dection was to trick who?
Is "gleípse me perissótero" Aristophanes called"trógontas mouní
an “abominable pleasure,” decribing the raunchy context of
which of his plays?
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Anwsers:
BOTH, HIMSELF, Modern Music
Of thee virtual netherland...
courtesy one spellbound wordsmith
within apartment b44
nestled within a manor
(and manner of writing)
atop nondescript Schwenksville highland.
All gibbets zing aside
I got noose for you,
yours truly enjoys harmless chide
ding even kibitizing about,
when cessation of consciousness occurs
leaving terrestrial plane
frequently incorporates divine spirit as guide
absolute zero escape
regarding death to override.
Oft times ('specially
these latter unsainted days and nights)
death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
crowds out purposeful thinking
in the twitching mind kempf
paradigm of this atheist
hence, he betook himself
to this MacBook Pro,
while swiss side dull ideations
for professional intercession,
deadline could not wait
asper affecting s cathartic,
emetic, harmonic tete a tete
and providing a meaningful surrogate
to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office
and let fingers (of left hand)
do talking heads
to an imaginary therapist
across this qwerty keyboard
allowing, enabling, and
at the quickest typing rate
striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy,
and ill lust tree us deplorable
mood aye equate
with pitching into
a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –
a last repast
the grim reaper did orchestrate
gluten free, an extra heavy dose
of monosodium glutamate
which ingredient doth
BuzzFeed thine appetite
for total mortal exterminate
'thou no need fermi to rush,
where angels fear to tread,
cuz tis better late
than never, the apothegm,
credo, ethos...foreign ha Kate
the caterer maintains
an open exit from life,
and cares only
that each soul doth feel elan,
joie de vivre, and psalm times
a leaper chants, ecstatically finally
gustatory humming don't jubilate
for your final homecoming, or else
the mailer daemon lived
a devilish life will instigate
a de coup age d'etat,
but such extreme
measure for measure heed doth hate,
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for
golden opportunity
to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease,
when ashes master
of hell raising circumstances
twill use as bait
let underground missionary be advocate.
On days such as this
When all lessons seem lost
I wander the forgotten labyrinth of my mind
Unable to recollect a single detail of it's construct
So many secrets lost I may never regain
The resulting numbness keeps the pain at bay
Beauty also is kept just out of sight
An adverse effect of the Universe's need for balance
The agony I felt that night was beyond my capabilities to bear
I sit alone in this cold hell
My strength became my weakness
How I hate a cliché
The belief that no obstacle exists that I cannot overcome
Causes the strength and comfort I need
From those I hold most dear
Heartbreakingly, absent
I am not in the least overly self-critical
But I have only recently acquired knowledge
Known to so few
Self-awareness brings pain
Equally, it comforts
Unfortunately
My human nature
Without acknowledging the benefit
Frequently allows the hurt to overshadow any peaceful haven
Doomed to remain hidden
I seek stillness yet allow chaos to reign
My fears have turned phobic
Paralyzed
I choke on the essence of tomorrow
As my spirit rages
Demanding a freedom only remembered in
Whispers of forgotten dreams
02/2021
Raw! His red pen fetch for more top designs
Her paper squeezes and her table shakes
Thus, he fears to keep writing his free signs
She can't say if it sucks or really aches
Soon the paper becomes so wet in chain
And the depth of his free writing was deep
His cum couldn't appease her groaning pain
Yet, it was a violent and intense weep
Down the lane, it rocks and frequently rocks
Above the cliff is a roaring silence
And the pale innocent heart got more shocks
Of his unrelenting push drowning bunce
Should she vomits that messed love without trace
She will be ever thankful for the grace
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
Normal people come in packs of six
Some are born in cardboard boxes
In suburbs, in summer, in campers
In the middle of the middle class
In clicks and clacks on railroad tracks
Rich people shower frequently in power
In God we trust the upper crust to laugh
Normal people want mobility Up
To supper in good company
To be pretty as a picture on the beach
To frolic in the waves of milk and honey
With apologies to Jesus people sing
Some dance in fire merrily
Normal people come in from the cold
Candy sweet and happy to be seen
Some come from baby factories
From across the street in greeting seasons
Middle class people love the poor
They love themselves much more
That is why babies are born
Subways are for the pedestrian class
Travelling from left to right transformative
In nature train people are always in motion
Moving on is always right
The mundane remain the same
With Happy Hour and a six pack waiting
Somewhere down the line the land cracks open
It is another earthquake opened with a smile
The month May had brought the hottest summer early
Decided to go to our village cottage. Stayed in the cabin with family feel worthy Picked and ate the fruits of juicy orange.
Travelled an hour and reached our hut. Put the key in the lock of the door easily. The door opened with a creak by the result. Something moved in the lodge speedily.
A new visitor had visited our place certainly
That was a huge monitor lizard surely. It produced a rattling sound by striking its tail purposely
Rambled here and there in the room fully.
It's highly forked tongue resembled like a snake
And the new comer licked it's eyes balls frequently His arrival realized our mistake. But we learned to encounter anything mentally.
Had no intention to kill the shy animal badly Which would rather stay away from humans safely.
Atlast the guest went out of the home gladly Felt that it had brought good luck lately.
It’s time again to change, by hand,
that ancient sign at FBC.*
I volunteered twelve years ago
to do this duty frequently.
I’ve kept my word. The messages
displayed are always apropos,
but aging has affected me;
I struggle reaching that top row.
When temps are very low or high;
sign changing’s an unpleasant chore.
Numb fingers fumble awkwardly,
and streams of sweat, I can’t ignore.
A brand-new sign that’s digital
is coming. Operating it
will be done from a comfy seat
INSIDE, and I won’t mind a bit.
Although I sometimes shun the new,
convenience I will not decline.
Hail digital technology
for saving me from that old sign!
*The First Baptist Church where I’m a member.
February 24, 2022
entered in the Let's Explore Digital Technology Contest
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson