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Of all of the maladies
that pay us a call
emptiness must be
the darkest of all
Like a thousand blank pages
of an untitled book
Or a lifetime of savings
that somebody took
This consummate void
that kills all your drive
is made up of darkness
and it eats you alive
And the world brings the darkness
but it offers no cure
Just ten thousand treatments
that man must explore
And just when he thinks
that he's found the right one
the emptiness stabs through
the heart of his fun
And blacker than anything
blind eyes can see
there's nothing at all
where your heart ought to be
So again and again
you try something new
in hopes that this darkness
has pity on you
But alas it shall not
for it knows no remorse
Your only hope now
is in changing your course
No hair of the dog
will ease your pain
It will just further wash
your life down the drain
You've breastfed on garbage
upon the world's teat
but the milk has all curdled
and is no longer sweet
The next time you find yourself
down on your knees
try talking to God
I'm sure He'll be pleased
He doesn't barge in
He's a gentleman, you know
but on your invitation
He'll happily show
He'll take all that darkness
and replace it with light
and all of your troubles
shall flee like the night
So I hope you choose wisely
to start life anew
You can take it from me
I was once just like you
© Mike Wise
4-27-23
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the mizzen and the stays
as we set off for some murder and some theft.
You'll find us as your hosts on the sunny Barbary Coast
and from there we venture forth to ply our trade
we've been out leaving them for dead from the Atlantic to the Med
before we skittle off back home our fortunes made
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
As I previously stated we all get inebriated
from our copious imbibing of the grog
our excuse is there's no Cola in the bars of Hispaniola
which is why we need the hair of the dog
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Got a woman in Bermuda and another in Tortuga
and they give me lots of lovin' for some coins
and although they're very foxy they're just both a pair of doxies
which I'm sure explains the rash around me groin
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Now we're really no buffoons when it comes down to doubloons
and our treasure chests are burstin' at the seams
then old Blackbeard started spouting about doing our accounting
so I said (before I shot him) 'in your dreams'
(ye chorus)
As we skirmish the Atlantic I was starting to get frantic
since the one thing on my voyage I've always feared
is the men who've not been coming for a while across some women
have all started wearing lipstick, which is weird
(arr, the chorus again)
Well it's reached that point me hearties where we anchor down and party
so me shipmates here on board I'd like to thank
though the mix of food and beer has now given me diarrhea
which is why I've made our cook just walk the plank
(for thee last time, chorus, arrrr)
September 17th 2015, 'A pirate's life for me' contest, sponsor Kelly Deschler
(Author's note- there are several spellings of diarrhea, but it doesn't matter, they all have 'arr' in 'em, me hearties)
11/22/20
Feels like I'm on and off of Mt. Kilimanjaro
Staying happy not wallowing in misery and sorrow
Trying to make the best of each day and night, since I might not see tomorrow
I know that time can not be borrowed
Whereupon
I'd stare upon
The night sky as time flied, then I continued the marathon
Once in a blue moon, was a paragon
Heard of, but not familiar with Farrakhan
The same can be said for hair of the dog
I've been hearing it
And experienced
Still not taking me serious
At times, it makes me furious
Then I get drunk and delirious
But now, I'm just curious
What is it about me, that makes every girl steer clear of this?
Just another question, remaining mysterious
So unexpected, what this life brings
Even though, there wasn't any strings
This one stings
I wanted to treat you like a queen and be your king
Buy you rings, and all kinds of things
Animals that do or don't have wings
On a property with a swing
And a spring
Whelp
Another heavy punch dealt
Below the belt
And this one, I really felt
No, I'm not just feeling myself
I really don't need help
But I'm looking to give it to somebody else
If only she felt, how I really felt
I wanted to make her heart melt
And stand out, but I feel like I've been put back on the shelf
At times I had doubts
I'm not going to bad mouth
Or look for any hand outs
Got to get it, fast now
It's so sad how
Here I am with just my shadow
Come and Find Me in My Solitude
four fingers in a water glass
to keep the “creep” away
four fingers in a water glass
to keep the curse at bay
no ice, let’s keep it quiet,
hard bite of whiskey’s sting
“hair of the dog that bit ya”
as the dying grey wolves sing
rocking inside the boxcars
camping beside the track
drowning dreams of a yesterday
that’s never coming back
huddled beneath “newsprint” blankets
curled in pain’s fetal ball
dreading the sounds of the sunset
fearing the crash of night’s fall
praying for death in a doorway
shivering against marbled stone
a vision through slow closing eyelids
of somebody calling him home
12/2/2016
submitted to – COME AND FIND ME IN MY SOLITUDE – Poetry Contest