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To make a bed, you must tighten your hold,
Tuck in the corners and tend to the fold,
Smooth out the blankets and straighten the line.
Like a geisha serving up two cups of wine,
She may promise her laughter is free,
But what’s in it for me?
To find the truth, you should look toward the light;
Make a solemn intention to practice what’s right.
If the lady’s a mystic, you must understand,
She’s out on the prowl for a gullible man.
She'll take a tarot crystal yoga point of view,
But what’s in it for you?
To find my way, I just opened my eyes,
Tossed back the covers, dismissed the disguise.
Gold diggers dangle their fishnet allure,
And sirens do carnival tricks down the shore.
There may be seven wonders left to see,
But what’s in it for me?
To break a bed, you just lighten the load,
Turn down the covers and take up the road.
If sincerity danced on the head of a pin,
There’d be many times more than what she had within.
Compassion fatigue was her balm for my PTSD.
What was in it for me?
What was ever in it for me?
She held my hand till the money ran out.
Then she did.
MAGA
Inherited lies by children of fools.
Traffiking hate and Aryan rule.
Indifferent to hopes of self-sustain.
Resentment and fear of broken chains.
In blood Ingrained with other's pain.
A lingered stench. A nation's stain.
So on they rant of good ol' days,
of us and them, "Look not our way,"
"We see you not," "Not of our kind."
They've hate embraced, not open mind.
Hypocricy beyond compare.
They will not see. They do not dare.
Thoughts and prayers, a spurious show.
If not their way, then off you go.
No second look to other's plights.
They have their book. They have no sight.
Warped, corrupted, and abused to prey.
It says what they need it to say today.
Promises empty and pockets full.
A bear for you, for them a bull.
"Just hear what I say, but not what I do."
A singular platform, "I'm rubber, you're glue."
Incessant lies by propagandised press.
Dancing for donors. To hell with the rest.
A decadent loser with disavowed fate.
His self-obsessed lies sow palpable hate.
This miscreant mogul, ineptitude clear,
infected a flock with anger and fear.
Privileged victims w self-righteous distain.
To them, their fate. His sheep for to reign.
A gentle pull of ripened peach.
Despotic trolls simply beseached.
Propaganda with a fascist Q.
Gullible marks duped to a coup.
Beguiled & riled & released on the hill.
Zealots and bigots, too eager to kill!
We are aliens on another planet
We are upset because of all of life's debt
I trust that our problems will fade away
We are like the trillion stars in the midnight sky...I will be thinking of you both night and day
You're amazing, so don't fret...
I need to let go and get my feet wet
Regrets and darkness collide with each other
The future is but a mighty blur...we are so unsure
Shake off all the stress and be happy right now
I am stronger than I realize and I'm not alone somehow
I'm not a failure, so don't say you're a wonderful winner
I admit it - I'm a worthless, ignorant and heartless sinner
This is my poem...
It is my shining gem
Let's ne happy all over again
Surrounded by women and men
In my mind's eye
In my mind's eye
I can't deny...
I can't lie...
This is my bizarre poem
Poetry is my shining gem
I make a mess with my paper and pen
I am like a little kid, counting to ten
Everywhere I go,
I see you grow and glow
I am always feeling invisible
Why am I so foolish and gullible?
I'm not looking my best
Life is one terrible test
I had a hard time, accepting the past
The future is going too fast..way too fast
I can't keep up with it...
I chase it, my confidence all alit
But, I'm breaking bit by bit
My heart of stone is growing stronger by the minute
My poem is but a meaningless flick of a switch
My mind is like a sinister, dark, and mysterious witch
Your echoing empathy is helpful, but I need to recollect myself for a little while
I cried and tried to let go of the past mistakes that I've done...I still wear a smile
For, this poem has been written from the heart
Nothing, oh nothing is going to stop me from the start
No one is going to tear me apart...so; don't tear me apart
Is eureka the end or beginning
Of the epiphany, visionary
Astute eyes see past gullible spinning
To capture vistas extraordinary
The buffoonery of closed minds will scorn
Threats upon ubiquitous rigid views
Creation of the idea, unborn
May not attract empathy or reviews
Find your light in the night of depression
Unique patterns only yourself can weave
Chisel open the walls of oppression
Unveil your worth, be true and believe
Rise over the narrow vernacular
Let inspiration be spectacular!
Required words: eureka, buffoonery, gullible, extraordinary, empathy, depression, ubiquitous, spectacular-
5/15/18
joined poetrysoup on 2/25/18
first posted poem "Graduation."
I can see those machines all standing in a row.
That is where so many gullible people go.
All of those fools enter hoping to strike gold.
They come in from the boardwalk and the winter’s cold.
The machines emit alluring sounds and lights.
I see people in front of them during days and nights.
What is dumped into those contraptions causes frights.
Victims insert all their money without regret.
Cash goes in, and promises are what they get.
Those mechanical thieves pay out parsimoniously.
They take advantage of human greed and gullibility.
It seems those gadgets will operate without end.
In time, folks will know they are not a friend.
The man coming home, used to wear
a military suit.
Man’s little older, wiser now,
not innocent … recruit.
‘Soldier his duty,” back then told,
same told, other young men.
Told they’d travel see the world, poor
gullible … little Ben.
Ben heard, “privilege fighting for peace,
for freedom for this land.
In return, be educated,
come home … a smarter man.”
And so Ben donned a uniform,
looked handsome as could be.
Put on, so that whole world might live,
in peace … and liberty.
Christmas Eve in foxhole, Ben thought,
“should be peaceful, not fight.” *
Thought, “must have been out of his mind,”
he’d known … killings not right.**
Christians killing other Christians,
saw Priest blessing each gun.
No way no one, on either side,
peaceful men … like God’s Son.
What no one ever mentioned, and
took war for Ben to see.
Blood guilt tears, he’s experiencing,
not who he wants … to be.
Ben, valiant soldier shed tears in
cold prison many years.
His CRIME, “Not kill fellow humans.”
now God’s approval ... hears.
Valiant soldier, peaceful teacher,
neutral in world affairs.
Scripture on U.N. wall obeyed, ***
'sword beat .… into plowshares.'
she glides into your life quietly and unobtrusively
pretending to be dainty, shy, demure, fooling you once again
because you are gullible and ready to believe in her good intentions
her first bite is but a neck nibble, not horribly painful
a mistake she giggles, and you believe her
because you really want to
She has those pretty green eyes, and that adorable smile
you give her your heart, and share your bank account
she’s grateful, giddy, and gives you the answers you searched for
let’s move her in you think
all of your relatives are screaming no
because they know you, and they have seen this web before
she is spinning her lies and cheats into a dainty tidy nest
you are caught before you realize how painful her bite really is
Why do I care more about others than myself?
Isn't a rightful liaison a duty to give away a joy that
isn't perspicuously mine or should it be considered so?
And that brings up this poignant and perplexing question:
how to cope with criticism and still subdue my self-ego ignored?
Friends approach me and say with a sympathetic tone,
" You need to put aside some time to enjoy yourself,
to detach yourself for a while from the worries,
and troubles you constantly see in everyone;
more than anything else, take care of yourself! "
Would such friendly and egotistic words agree with my humane mentality?
It will make things worse, not better as I move forward to achieve social well-being;
I have been known to have taken the shirt off my back without hesitating,
and provide advice and care even in a small way to ease a friend's burden;
I been called gullible and definitely the nicest person alive unable to tell a lie!
Living for others is a commitment obliged by must,
I will gladly divide a loaf of bread and not take a single slice...
and I will be satisfied only when they are full and smile;
if saints have done that: going to bed hungry to feed the neediest,
shouldn't I act in the same way, instead of looking away and not serenely sleep?
Many not agreeing with me, may come forward with their vague view;
I will tell them without complicated words...without explaining actions for doing such deeds;
nobody will sway me from acting on instinct when the needy's courage is not bold...
selfishness is a shameful attitude in front of poverty...an ugly word, a presumed virtue!
Let them wonder and be amazed how I choose generosity over my self-ego ignored!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Ccrisci
They Know Them
They know what they want.
They know how they eat.
They know how their brains work.
They have known them since
they kept them as slaves.
They have known them since
They were kings and the others
Were their servants.
They know how to tame them,
How to dissuade them. Now,
They think rules govern,
But they know how to
Govern how to make rules
To keep them in control.
They know they are gullible;
They know they are fools.
They know how to make
Them even more foolish.
They think they vote
To elect them, but they
Know how to make them
Vote in their favour.
They are prepared by them;
They are cultured by them;
They are reaped by them.
“In no time, made myself indispensable
I bask now in the sunshine of my popularity
I have made the young and old my minions,
Giving each one what he wants
Snippets of news, served in lightning speed
A magic world unraveled at the click of a button
Making you sedate as with opium
Turning you into addicts of my hypnotic charm
Some stay wide eyed staring into my screen
‘Night owls’ who refuse to follow the dictum-
‘Early to bed and early to rise’-
The time old ‘mantra’ for wellness
I imprison you in a world of make believe
Where only we two exist, you and I
Your spirit arrested without handcuffs
Your eyes, resting no more on what is around
Confined to a virtual cage, you turn into a prisoner
Sadly, the key in your hands tightly clutched!
Remember, you are as free as you choose to be
I have my sway only on the gullible....!
Alas! With your sense of direction lost
You turn into a moth, caught fast in my web,
Mysteriously drawn into my incandescent light,
Unaware of the peril looming or the claws tightening”
Folks, break free of this confinement, cut off the hooks
Your spinning around only makes you dizzy
Digital technology turns a boon, when used discreetly
Smart phones, a bliss making the whole world within reach
Sans this, we fall headlong into primordial darkness,
Unschooled of what happens around, unable to cope with change
So squeeze out the essence and discard the dregs
And embrace your transition from the possessed to the blessed!
Placed First
Jan.8.2022
Let’s Explore Digital Technology Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Simon Rogerson