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Whats the Difference Between Me and You

I didn’t grow up trying to better anyone 
but I bettered the bitter and discovered haters one by one 
turns out it’s a lonely place when you’re the champion 
everybody wants a piece everyday on repeat 
you see them looking at you with the envy in their eyes 
because I worked out while they sat eating all the pies 
the effort and the discipline continuous developing 
playing sport and at the gym 
while they weren’t doing anything 
they think that I was born athletic lucky genes they say 
while they watch tv smoke and laze lacking energy each day 
hours they spend dreaming about glory and achieving what they ain’t
while I compete in competition hard work starts to pay 
living dreams the actual scenes and getting lots of praise 
while no one ever notices the ones dreaming they are great 
desperate for attention they start to label you that way 
I don’t want attention I enjoy the sports I play 
they look for ways they better you in any category 
and then they talk aloud about it most assuredly 
making sure that people know until they all agree 
they’ve finally found the sweet spot they’ve found a victory 
but then you go and win something and all the people see 
then everybody talks about it and you are centre scene 
and this just grows the hate resentment and the jealously 
so now they will compete with you every possibility 
behaviour fuelled by envy and it’s obvious to me 
if you are lazy you’ll grow bitter and be a nobody 
and you’ll become an empty shell who dreams they do achieve 
desperate to be noticed by the whole community 
and you will have to tell yourself just how great you are 
over time you will believe it and see yourself a star 
but that is called delusion you’re not who you think you are 
becoming confident and cocky a reality apart 
your happy days will be the days others suffer hard 
you’ll kick them down and dance around and talk to them real harsh
entitled lazy liar horrid no empathy or heart 
and this is how you will achieve as the narcissist you are 
all because you sat and dreamed and smoked and drank the bar listening to winning stories of those held in high regard 
and as your ego disappears amongst the mental scars 
you’ll be wishing you were someone else hating who you
saying lots of nasty to people so high up above you
while they can’t even hear you they just laugh and shoulder shrug you
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Meet on The Highway of Hope

I stand on the highway of hope getting ready for the train to go on a trip to the mountain sphere, the passengers are pouring in, the seats are filling up, and everyone is in a mad rush. What on earth is going on? The passengers have been here before the break of dawn and excitement is all over the lawn. The cities and towns are flooded with lights and everyone has made an early sacrifice, smiles and laughter are everywhere and the people have nothing to fear. The highway of hope is taking me to the show, you can get an all-inclusive ticket wherever you go; you have a ticket for the train ride, the theatre, restaurant, cinema, the football games or just to go jogging up the lane. You have tickets to go shopping or to work out at the gym; there is a bus and a train for everything and there is one reserved only for music, singing and dancing. You can ride the bus or train any time of the day and your mornings and evening will never waste away, every ticket you buy will contribute to the blue sky and your donations will not die. Meet me at the highway of hope and I will show you where to go, the mood has change and joy is spreading everywhere. If you have nothing to do, put some snack in a bag and join the picnic train, and view all the terrain. The goal is to make a million in an hour and leave the sorrows in the showers. You will have something formidable to look  forward to at the end of the day and your burdens and stress will surely roll away. Come with me to the highway of hope and join, the campaign fundraising train .Every ticket you buy will raise my ambition; every train you ride will elevate you to the sky,  the numbers are growing and the passengers are swelling and my life has just begun. I have five-dollar tickets, ten-dollar ticket, a thousand- dollar tickets and any money tickets. There is a bus and  train for every price  and someone to show you how to roll the dice. If you don’t want to ride the train, the bus will do the same; a hundred bus and a hundred train is parked up on the highway of hope in every state so buy your tickets and join the masquerade.  The goal is to make a hundred and fifty million dollars a day in the all inclusive bus and train ride on the highway of hope in all the fifty states so join the fundraising effort before it's too late.

 Meet me on the highway of hope anytime of the day and don't delay.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Fist Fight

I believe in the right place 
and the right time.
If one has fighting in mind.
I'm not talking about people 
who join (the fight,)
those who stand up for a cause.
People fight for a number of reasons.
Two people don't agree on something.
Ignorance, anger and lack of patience.
People let their anger 
get the better of them.
Really angry people feel 
they have to hurt you.  
Most people believe 
there is no such thing as a fair fight.
You hear things like “*itch!” 
I’m gown beat your sorry behind tonight!
And the other says
“you can try!”
“You gotta bring some
to get some!
These are the people 
that carries a weapon.
For those who were taught how to fight,
like Boxers and people who study 
the Marshall arts.
When you learn how to fight,
you have to remember people's 
second amendment rights.
You'd be surprise at the number of people
who'd bring a gun to a fist fight.

There are those who go out looking for a fight.
Suffering from inflated ego's or over confidence.
Those are ones who get beaten up every time.
I was a Dee Jay working at night club.
A guy came up to me and told me.
He came out to start something.
His night wouldn't be right without a good fight.
So later that night when the club was packed.
And of course, a fight started on the other side of the room.
Mr. Ignorant jumps up and turns over his table
looking to start something.
But the people had quickly 
picked up their drinks and stood back.
I smiled as security walked his Ignorance out the door.
If one has fighting in mind,
I believe in the right place and the right time.

So, lets flash back to 1979
Where I was in a Kung Fu class.
After training for a few of months,
In the outdoor gym, my class mate 
Help me find my glass chin.
I was over confident,
He showed me why he was number one
In the class and I was number two.
I wanted to go a few rounds with him.
I thought I was better than he was.
So, I was clowning around making him look bad,
or so I thought.
When I took my stance. 
That’s when he taped me on my chin.
And…  that was thee end…
The lights went out.
I came too, and found myself on the gym floor 
And people looking down at me.
I had never been knocked out before.
I have kept my ego in check 
from that day to this.
So, I learned that 
ignorance is bliss, until
you get hit by a fist.

The Personal Trainer

husband 
didn’t pay attention when she started to change her look,
after all, she’d been saying how she wanted to for a while &
it seemed to make sense,
what with her going back to the gym full time,
after a period of time away
when they first had been married---
husband just went about his days
working more hours than he knew what to do with,
business was good &
with all the business around him seeming to fail,
he’d been putting away for the life he imagined in the future,
with or without 
her---
but her time spent at the gym seemed to increase &
thought her body began to get trimmer, sexier, tighter, stronger &
she seemed to walk around the house with a new zest for life
(when he was there to see her),
he still didn’t notice that
the personal trainer had moved in---
she had said something to him,
but he was listening less & less
as he had more & more to worry about at work,
for it was all part of building his empire.

the personal trainer was a less successful man
by the standard that money can by,
but he listened to her
as he traced her curves with his fingers in the gym
with palms of his hand smoothly gliding over her muscles
making her body quiver &
it wasn’t long before in the car outside the gym
they consummated the professional relationship
again &
again &
again &
again.

as she began to show less interest in sex with her husband,
he wrote it off as a side-effect of marriage &
found himself a main squeeze on the side,
a 20 something who needed money to get her through college
with a perkiness that made him feel young again &
a body that wouldn’t quit---
as he grew more distant from the wife,
she grew closer to the personal trainer,
until the day when she brought him home to the house,
when she swore the husband would be gone.

husband found out the way a husband will
when husband had been no longer interested 
until another shows his face, as it is only jealousy then
which kicks in, making husband suddenly care---
but personal trainer put husband on the ground
when husband came into his own bedroom
to find personal trainer banging away his bride
who now had no interest in husband---
husband sued the personal trainer for assault &
bride to be divorced husband, taking half of everything he had,
breaking his empire down to nothing 
as he had been stupid enough to not require a prenup
at the beginning of it all.

From the Elephant's Diary

From the Elephant's diary


You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet of sugarcane juice,
lush green grass n' tons of bamboos
Mammoth was my forefather not anymore seen
Now I know being gigantic is in my genes
Instructor at the gym shooed me away
for I broke his treadmill with my single step I say
We love to have our bath in nature's pool
We dabble water with our trunk till we are all cool
A relaxing shower for all friends after hectic schedule!
In our forest club, trophy for best music band,
we won last week for our trumpet troupe!

               Large is our family my Jumbo uncle says,
               Old and wise he is in our tuskers' herd
               He says our eyes are small, to see
               only little good left in this big bad world
               And our ears are large to fan away
               the gossips and bad we hear
               Thick skin we do have so called pachyderms
               to shrug off the  hurling vices of the woods
               but we have a large heart to spread
               loads of love to all species widespread

In history, we have a place reserved 
for in wars and royal processions, 
we were used as pride symbols he says 
Revered animals we are since eons.....
In country called India, heritage animal we are
and even worshipped in religious places he says!
Huge boulders or logs ,mankind used us for transport 
We even entertain them in zoos and circus

               But he regrets that we are poached, killed by men 
               to pull out pair of our incisors called tusks
               who polish to make precious ivory to earn bucks
               So useful and harmless friends to humans we are
               I asked my uncle why so cruel the men are?
               He said men show their power 
               of being Nature's superior creature 
               we elephant folk are helpless giants
               We can do nothing but to pray that 
               we be valued for our selfless services and
               be saved from going extinct from this world!

                 ©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015 


For contest: Giant animals
Sponsored by: D.Nathan
Date: 2nd September 2015
© Anu Nayak  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Alas I Knew Him Well

He walked with a swagger,
was a delinquent lagger
       and recidivist wagger
all his schoolboy days.
  Joyridin on the Pare’ bus
he’d skylark and cuss
            just like one of us
as was his way always.

He was undeniably cool
but did shirk at school
          and play the fool
from bell to ringin bell.
Widely well liked as a peer
and but for the odd jeer
         had nothin to fear
but many a tale to tell.

He oft sat ready in class
but mostly half ar-se
 and exams seldom pass
much to his own bane.
Almost always in a scrape
lookin to mock or ape
     or some dare or jape
and felt a swingin cane.

He climbed out on a limb
and broke into the gym
      then let his friends in
loadin up the bar.
Squattin and pressin away
liftin in the weight bay
      ‘til fun and horseplay
went a step too far.

He did the flyin fox cling
and leg and arm fling
         on the rope swing
with collidin force.
For dear life hands hangin,
blokes fallin and clangin
     into each one bangin
on the Confidence Course.

He was a hurler of eggs
and ‘til someone begs
     did charlie their legs
but it was all in fun.
A water bomb he’d let fly
when he’d from up high
       ambush a passer-by
abscondin on the run.

He his loyal friends also
under the gym below
         did hide and stow
lest they all be found.
Then one guy in the loop
would dive thru a hoop
        and the rest swoop
should it fall down.

He at lunch hour stood
all innocent and good
   but not as he should
policin the tuck shop.
As monitor it was his job
to calm the unruly mob
      but never tell or dob
suckin on his lollipop.

He was a classroom pest
out of uniform dressed
    on his own little quest
and always in strife.
But in his heart he knew
what he needed to do
    and this he would rue
the rest of his life.

He was a master pranker,
some say a wanker
           but he did hanker
for somethin more.
Girls thought him sweet
and did fall at his feet
       goin crazy for Skeet
but his spell had no cure.

             ~~~~
                
Pic above: The old Windsor Park Hotel is 
                in the background. It is 1977
                and we are just 16 years old.
     below: With friends below the trees 
                of Rangitoto College.
Form: Rhyme

Serenade

What have you done with my beau, I want take it to the show. What have you done with my beau, it time for you to go. What have you done with my beau; I want it back on the show. I like its style, it rhythm is wild and its voice makes me want to smile. What have you done with my beau? I need some explanation before you go. 

The grand serenade is on and the big band is on the stand, hip-hop music celebrates fifty years on the land. Oldies and goodies, reggae and streggay, heavy metal, and modern music, romance and classical sounds are on the list so join me to share this special gift.  

What have you done with my beau? Everything is in the bag for everyone to feel glad, your sorrows and pain will go away and you won’t have to suppress your emotion for the rest of the day. 

What have you done with my beau? It is time to get ready for the grand musical mix. I have not seen my beau all week, it is so discrete, it could be lurking in the room next door but it’s time to bring it out on the dance floor. 

Forget the musical hymn and let go for a ride in the gym let’s listen to each other’s heart and romance like lover do in the dark, and watched the curtains come up and the crowd grows wild when the serenade starts. 

What have you done with my beau?, the buercrats and the autocrats have crowded the dress circle in the theater , the Italians and the Germans are in the audience and the Austrian and Norwegians prelude is riding in the heavens. The Russians are in the mix too and they have a score that if sang from the heart will take you out of the gutters. 

What have you done with my beau?, it is embedded in the show, take me back in time to learn what is divine. The voice of Mozart rumbling in the strings and spirit of gran partita riding in the winds, nineteen century serenade will do ,Tchaikovsky, Josef Suk, Edward El  Elgar Ludwig van Beethoven, Hector Berlioz, Franz Schubert, Richard Strauss, and other serenades are on the list for that special moment when my beau and I become one and the musical pleasure will be our distant song. 

Everything will fill the air and fine heart will touch souls far and near. Spirits will meet, hearts will greet and the birds will sing again. We will join as one and this eternal bliss will be our destined song. My beau is back, let's go and see the show.

Headline News Hypocrisy

Headline News Hypocrisy 


"If you see anybody from that cabinet in a restaurant, in a department store, 
at a gasoline station, you get out and you create a crowd. 
You push back on them. Tell them they’re not welcome anymore, anywhere!" Maxine Waters

Main Stream Media “She is such a dynamic leader.”

“I’d like to take Trump out behind the gym and kick his ****!”  Joe Biden

Main Stream Media “You tell’em Joe.”

“We can’t be civil until we are back in charge again!” Hilary Clinton

Main Stream media “She should have been President.” 

“When they go low, kick them!”  Eric Holder

Main Stream Media “They deserve it.”

“Get up in the face of some congress people!” Corey Booker

Main Stream Media “You go Spartacus.”




“Make America great again!” Donald Trump.  

Main Stream Media “Man, that guy is so hateful, always promoting violence”



Ok, I am sorry for this but it is infuriating me and the main stream media is the enemy of the people. Stop reading me if you like because of this 
but it is every day and has been for the past two years. What really gets me is people act like they don’t see it or feel that it is okay. 
Whether you like the guy or not, this is just too much.  I have seen numerous poems on this site trashing the President of the United States. 
Everyday there are more. I mean really?  Yes, I agree he’s not the nicest guy in the world. He shoots his mouth off too much but he is doing something,
Which is more than I can say for any other President, Democrat or Republican. He works hard and that is what scares these other politicians. 
They look at politics as a job where they don’t have to do anything except sit around all day arguing with each other. They are scared to death of work. 

Tim Smith just posted a poem about Kindness…everyone should read it. Why can’t everyone just be kind to one another? Yeah, I know…stupid question. 

The headline this morning on MSN read:  "Pittsburgh mourns synagogue shooting victims as protestors await Trump."  Did we really need the last part of that headline? 
Can’t they let these people and the country mourn in peace? Why do they always have to stir up crap? Why didn’t they just write, Pittsburgh mourns synagogue shooting victims and we still hate Trump?

Covid Waltz

A Rondo In 23 Verses

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my life for sure. 

I hate masks but I wear them.
Fogging my view with each breath
They blind me to dangers in traffic
Forecasting my vehicular death.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my walking for sure. 

A haircut or facial nice to conjure.
I look like a portrait of doom.
My grey roots protrude and grow longer
The mirror reflects all of my gloom

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my beauty for sure. 

And Zoom every day, I hate it.
Playing Hollywood Squares with the mob.
At least I can work here pantless.
Until I find a new job.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my soul and my movements
It has ruined my career for sure. 
 
At gym I used to sweat bullets.
Admiring the bodies around.
But now its reduced to a laptop.
And some formless voice counting down.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my physique for sure. 

Homeschooling my children is stressful.
They hate every thing that I do
They look upon me as a jailor
A bossy mal tempered old shrew. 

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my family for sure. . 

And why can't we use our own dog walkers
Metabolically relieving the hound.
The city has forbidden this action.
Another way needs to be found.

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined my pet’s life for sure. 

And please don’t repeat this around
I have a lover every Wednesday afternoon. 
Since they're not strictly in my bubble,
We can’t, you know what, in a room.  

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and my movements
It has ruined sex life for sure. 

Look, I know that millions are dying
I’m not insensitive to that. 
But my lifestyle has taken a beating
You can’t call me a brat for that. 

COVID is very inconvenient. 
Difficult to endure.
It controls my being and movements
It has ruined life for sure.
Form: Rhyme

I Longed For the Days

I longed for the days when the earth will smile again and the penitence of its mind will humble itself before the benevolent sky and the assemble of peace will be trod bountifully through the street. 

I long for the days when the hill and the valley will meet and walk hand in hand in the street and greet the people we meet and pass on a word of encouragement to those that fall from the heavens. And time will tell how he constructed that hypnotic well to release his mind from the pit of hell. 

I longed for the days when the sun will smile with the rain and cool the desert flame, the cactus will grow in abundance and moisture will cover the desert land and the plants will flourish all over the land and the sun will obey its command. 

I long for the days when I can dine outdoors, and watched the waves riding on the shore, I will write a verse or two, and listen to the music singing in the wind. I will breathe in the fresh air from the atmosphere and write a romantic poem for thee and absorb the moisture in my flesh from the sea.  

It is the touch of love that will ride with the vision from above and somewhere out there in the atmosphere; you will feel the difference of time racing with the spirit of the divine. 

I long for the days when I can walk in my old school again, and bring the place alive just like old time. I will walk along the corridors and mesmerize my golden sorrows and the path I took that gave me a hundred books. 

I will dance underneath the trees, just like how it used to be, I will bring my friends alive and reminisce their sacrifice. I will recapture the memory of spending long hours in the study room and could not take a shower until the following day at noon. I will go to the gym and workout on the tread mill and hum my childhood hymn. 

I long for the day when I can travel the world again and meet people from every, race, color, creed, nation and culture. We will have happy times together, have buffet meals for supper and sing Kaluki at noon. We will learn about each other’s culture and play games together, and when the evening is done, we will stand on the board, walk and gaze out yonder and our heart will be together. 

I long for the day when I will meet all my television friends, we will have lemonade on ice and we will tell stories in the moonlight.

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