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Do Not Hold Your Tongue
8/14/2023
How oft’ have you been told, to not
rock the boat!
Just go along as an obedient, mute
billy goat.
Just chew on the green, fresh, cud,
Or smile always , be it in rain or in
thick mud.
This may be peachy keen for goats
you see.
But we are special, we are humanity.
When our brothers freedom and rights
are being stolen.
We must stand as one, for tis the God of
the Universe to which we are beholden!
MIDNIGHT ROMANCE
Crimson Sun on cerulean sky
Twilight fades and flees on ash of roses
Flocks of egret form garland, while they fly.
Romance starts in poetry, prose closes..
Charcoal night haply flooded by Moon light
‘Hold your tongue and let me love’ to whisper.
Hearts of dreamy couple danced in delight.
Tree entwined by passionate creeper.
Dark dense patches lying on Ivory Moon!
Smooth porcelain with sable illusion!
Ardent hearts struck by hard sexy harpoon.
Bliss of heavenly joy on Unison.
Fire of passion with mesmerizing smoke,
sweet dream of Midnight Romance to evoke.
10/18/17
'Your Best Sonnet October 1 to December 31'Contest by John Hamilton
Dear younger me,
There are some things that I would say
to help you out along the way:
mistakes I’ve made and deep regrets,
things I would change you’ve not seen yet.
Dear older me,
All that seems nice,
but let’s hold back on that advice.
It may be true,
but I’m not sure you’ve thought this through.
Dear younger me,
Are you for real? Surely you jest!
I’ve had more time, and I know best.
The cost was dear: real sweat and blood.
Why would you choose to traipse the mud?
Dear older me,
Wake up somehow!
I’m worried ‘bout my future now.
I’ve played this game to some degree;
did not see you in future me.
Dear younger me,
But I could share: go buy this stock,
lay off the booze, don’t go in hock.
Just stop and think of where you’d be;
The best part is, the lesson’s free.
Dear older me,
Great multiverse!
The situation’s getting worse!
Just hold your tongue and say no more
or I am headed out the door.
My future is not yours to share;
the way is fraught with danger there.
Dear younger me,
Now I’m confused; help an old man.
Explain this out; that’s if you can.
Dear older me,
I’ll do my best, but just so far,
for I’ll not go past where you are,
for much of what I know as true
might change if I change future you.
You hope to spare my heart the ache
and help me choose the path to take.
The problem is, when I arrive,
what you call you won’t be alive.
Decisions made all shape and mold
the man we are when we grow old.
Just think, if we had stayed in school
and not become a drunken fool,
would we have ever reached wit’s end
and learned the broken also mend?
Would we have met our lovely wife,
and settled in your present life?
Dear younger me,
Gouge out my eyes!
I’m blind and dumb and you are wise.
I had my doubt, but I can say
Let go, let God, we’ll be okay.
Hold your tongue, tie it up tight,
for a loose tongue that strays in devious ways,
can slip and cut deep, too quick, right to bone.
It wags the dog, flaying in many ways failing.
Telltale tongues come in many forms:
A tongue forked splits and deceives.
A sweet tongue tempts the sweet tooth.
A slick tongue twists and charms the crowd,
Tongue in cheek, is a jovial jester in play.
A tongue twister, taunts and defies is suppleness.
A hidden tongue is what the stray cat got,
while waiting to pounce on tidbit poke.
A red tongue protruding betwixt clenched lips
can mean many things, in a ventriloquist vent.
A lighthearted tease, a flirty wink.
A way to focus, concentrate or consider.
A sign of doubt or embarrassment.
A quest to taste what's yet to come.
A glib tongue, so smooth and fleet,
can twist and intrude and entwine
in ears, mouths and other orifices.
A fiery tongue is much mightier than the sword,
reshapes the world with every word,
that wields truth, lies and deceit,
from the lashes the tongue whips into shape.
Ah! the tongue, out or in
tells such tattle tales,
in words it shapes, in tastes it quakes,
into crevices it silently sneaks right in.
So keep it wet, slimy, lithe and subtle
to come out and play, or be kept at bay
as needs arise for every occasion and situation.
The time has come today where the lost sheep make their way
Stuck amongst the decay not even knowing, there in it they lay
That time has come today as you follow amongst that lost herd
The time has come to pray and in so start reading His Word
The signs so numerously abound and so nor could one ignore
Woe to those who aren't found, you know not what is in store
But hold your tongue and be mindful of whatsoever you think
On what is your future hung because it will be here in a blink
Sugar coating has no place here, for such a great Love awaits
He will give you vision that's clear, something satan just hates
he is just looking for his little chance to seal all of "your" fates
Knowing Jesus gets you to the Big Dance in cleaning all our slates
Doubters, seek what He has said of you and of sinners like me
Without His Grace all sin comes due for only He can set you free
For man is a fool and not very wise for clearly this you can see
As the next time you open your eyes this life may no longer be
I am watching 3 inches off of the floor,
The man outside waits at my door
I know the screams from within the box
Howl and call upon your order upon the rocks
But I know you can hold your tongue 'till the end of the night
And I know you can wait until I seem right.
Feel your spite, wait for the burn
For we all want, we all yearn
Wait 'till the rafters waft clear air upon your neck
And slither the silver lined tears that slipped as I begged for you not to check
Went as you dreamt and I wept as my days fell to waste
In haste as the rafters breathe my name and a lack of accosted face.
Calm the wolf from within the box
As it grazes your poisonous flesh to protect my infancy from the fox
And I know its not time to let go
But the manhole beneath my feet pounds at my door, as I fall slow
The stars dont seem so far, I have found
Wait, for the words beneath the world may fall down.
This cant last for much longer, not anymore
But there's so much water pooling beneath the door
I wait for you to pick up your head from the floor
Before I fade away and fly
Further towards the future prediction of faded grave
And engraved words that spoke of one, and none that forgave.
Wait for me, wait as I wave, hold upon my lacquered oak door
And hope your unsustained kisses sing the words slipped beneath the door
In my heart I had a place for you
In my mind, I thought you knew
through and through, your fist would always break through
Before the chain of the swing broke and the manhole only grew.
The poem never ends heartfelt
We forget this flesh, blood and bone was borne to be felt
Forget this sad life, for I'll slip by silently
And we can separate separately
Before your order is recieved
And my door can recede.
Treat the right side of face, made up and out of place
Criss-cross down and turn before the water can swallow what is left of the face
Lullabies left to ripple across with words sang through a silver lined haze.
Have you ever told a story, said something that was untrue,
Perhaps to make yourself look good though such tactics were undue?
Have you ever denied a thing that truth of fact you'd done,
Perhaps for self protection when you were under the gun?
Have you ever betrayed a friend who thought you could be trusted,
Who stood by you through thick and thin but you left their life disrupted;
By things you said and things you did you never should have done,
But you thought only of yourself and things you could have won?
Have you ever betrayed the love of a friend or family member,
And used their love and loyalty to light a fire like tender;
A fire that burned the bridges that they tried to build for you,
A fire you built with cruel lies, a fire that grew and grew,
Until all that you had hoped for and all that you did have,
Was burned to ashes, blown away by the winds of righteous wrath?
Instead of trying to look good, so smart, so in the know,
It's better oft to hold your tongue when winds of trouble blow.
If you can't say something good,then don't say something bad.
Hurting others hurts you too, it leaves you tired and sad,
Without a friend or relative who gives a whit, a care,
And without friends and family you haven't got a prayer.
Hold your tongue
force a smile
count to ten
breathe in
than exhale.
There are times
when life is unfair
some bumpy moments
words unkind
feelings hurt
promise broken
a misplaced joke
feeling wronged
situation unjust.
So easy to blow your top
raise your hands loudly shout
scream and stomp your foot
let off steam
make a list
slap a counter
throw a chair.
But to what avail
will it solve a thing
make you look guilty
and somewhat the fool
or do you just
play it cool
agree to disagree
and go on with life
sometimes you gotta
bite your tongue
better to be nice
you just won.
Wanting to shrug off this shell, break loose from me
Silence that damn hermit, hiccuping under his tree
Trapped inside too long, dormancy dreams to wake
Disgorging bubbly lava, fills in soporific landscapes
Longing to escape soft tissue, cast off mortal bones
Break shackles of mundanity, rid life’s infernal drone
Out there lies all answers, beyond the hermits void
His space mostly perfect, til our Big Bang destroyed
Go forth and multiply, primal stars hypernova like hell
Filling a cosmos with elements, configuring him as well
Hold your tongue hermit, stop humming about in bliss
Stay quiet down that hole, cease fumbling at the abyss
Deeper and deeper, below where basements depress
Sits an altar of incremental tables, poets go to confess
Forget truths algorithm, they’ll fool any polygraph test
And the hermit lies all day long, he meditates for a rest
Breathe in, breathe out, forget about terminal breaths
Don’t underestimate the ether, chants a monk in Tibet
Fill your mind with mindfulness, peace will set you free
Watch them hiccups abate now, our hermit’s all at sea
February 6th 2023 / 2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers'
FINAL Placement Poetry Contest / Sponsor: Mark Toney
Your silence nearly deafens me
Because I am not prepared
To sit and wonder quietly,
Uncertain and quite scared.
For scared is what I surely am.
I am scared to face the fact
That instead of saying something
You choose to not react.
You hold your tongue and clench your jaw
And refuse to say a word
As if the things I shared with you
Had somehow gone unheard.
I sit here with my mouth agape
Waiting for a single sign
That I am not invisible;
That we are somehow fine.
But alas, we sit in silence
For a length of time unknown,
With you engrossed in thoughtlessness
And I trapped in my own.
I’ll not sit here any longer.
I’ll not give you precious time
To carry on your silent ways
And interrupt my climb
Toward a life of happiness
Where finally I can be
Unmistakably unburdened
And altogether free.