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High school times were lived with fun and ease
Other peoples opinions I didn’t care to please
Found friends who accepted me for who I was
Wanted to enjoy it, soak it up, it was love
Class became less important, became such a bore
Going to school and listening started to be a chore
Intelligence and ability weren’t the problem at hand
Needed a challenge, motivation, Teachers didn’t understand
Getting taught the same thing, same lesson plan everyday
Made the decision easy, I’ll just go a different way
Basketball I still loved, it had always been my addiction
My new ways were causing trouble, not my smartest transition
Wasn’t making the grades needed to stay on the team
There I stood watching, as it drifted away, my dream
My whole life’s plan, I gave away just like that
Figured quitting was the answer, now I’ll never get it back
Decided on a new plan, a new worthless occupation
I was self employed, getting hired? No complication
Welcome to the party, I’ll be your host for the evening
What ever your pleasure, just ask, it’s for the taking
Which drug do you prefer, I’ll be happy to oblige
Smoke some herb, do some coke, or Lucy in the Sky?
Never was a dealer, just a consumer if you will
Then a new addiction, one special little pill
Just weekend party fun, you know, only here and there
But the feeling it gave me, well nothing else could compare
Soon it was a daily thing, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and such
Next thing I knew, I couldn’t smile with out my crutch
Still to me, all these things didn’t seem a big deal
What happen to that speech, the one about how drugs kill
Friends tried to warn me, things had gone too far
But I couldn’t help by stick my hand, in the evil cookie jar
Harmless fun turned to mayhem, actions with consequences
Tragedy was lurking, hiding behind the fences
Time to get out, but I tell you, it had a good hold
These demons and these urges, was I strong enough to control
Found a way to slow down, hop out the fast lane for a bit
It was a good ride with good times, man what a trip
I really thought I got lucky, no major repercussions
Thought I was out of the path of total self destruction
But hold on tight, this is just the start, of things I’d have to kick
Darkness was upon me, but my eyes were blind, what a trick
I kept passing up that contest, realizing its difficulty.
However, sometimes I do enjoy jumping into challenges,
but this one proved to be beyond and above mere difficulty.
After jumping into 'this river of cold water poetry', I was prepared
to hop out of those rapidly-flowing currents just as easily as I jumped in.
However, I reached a point of such uncharted waters that I decided
to master this feat of omitting the "O" vowel as if it never existed among
the 26 alphabets of the English language. I wanted out, but pride kept me in.
I proceeded as cautiously as I possible could, and after 20 lines and repeated checks for the "O" vowel, I thought that I had achieved my goal. So I submitted my poem to the contest, and after submitting it, I continued to check for any "O's" that I might have missed.
I tell you, I never realized that my sighting for the "O" vowel was so impaired. This is without doubt one of the most edited poems that I have ever written. I think that I am "O"-vowel-free in that poem, but you can be sure that I will continue to check, hoping that all the "O's" have disappeared by the time the sponsor finishes. Anyway, win or lose, I am a certain and proud winner in that Lipogram contest. And another thing, ......
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I hop out of my shower about 8
I got to get dressed
Because I got a hot date
I out on the Roca Wear
And the Timberland boots
Then I checked my pockets
And counted my loot
I stepped on the scene looking sporty
Me and my crew, doing things that are naughty
But then I, saw this girl
I mean Shorty was fly
Like a mad scientist I was hypnotized
But the way that she walk, and talked
And the way that she dressed
But what really caught my eyes
Was her two breast
One said BOOM
The other was like BOW
And her booty was yelling
HOW U LIKE ME NOW
So I left my boys
And started to walk over
Before I asked her name
She invited me over
For some fun time
Or some play time
You think a brother slept on that
Well I..
Arrived to her crib about 10 o’clock
And by 10:30 the boots was knocked
We when from the bed on to the floor
I tried to pump the breaks
But she was bagging for more
So I went on for just a little more
But this is our first date and I'm hitting it raw
And what was funny and really a shame
Was when I asked her her name?
So said my name is
Anna Iren Dorsey Smith
Please pay attention
Or you might miss this
Rush and Roulette
Know the name of the game
And if you ask me again
I'll try you the same
And if you didn't wrap it up
Then that's a crying shame
Because AIDS is my nick name
ADDA is our third space,
A beloved & sacred place.
Here we learn to love self,
In vibrations, in intuitions we do dwell.
Want to wane worries, or cross a treacherous path,
Or simply need a supporting act.
Join, sit back and relax.
Take center stage or enjoy the ringside view,
Glow in our spotlight, or enjoy the reflected hue,
When the clock strikes 9:30, we are there for you.
It is a time to learn, to play, recognise or to celebrate.
A game, an expert, language or science,
History, finances or rhymes,
Or a journey through times.
ADDA has it all,
Join to have a ball!
Sometimes,
A treasure of stories,
Living fantasies,
A deep dive into realism.
A playfield,
For a novice, one’s first tryst,
Where one grows from a seed to a sapling or a caterpillar to a butterfly,
A stage for an expert,
An attentive ear, a learned audience- push you further to gly
ADDA has seen, celebrated it all!
ADDA takes a special feel,
When our dynamic duo, grace the screen.
A smiling diva - heart melting, benevolent Ma Mansi,
A guiding light, ceaseless wisdom, path maker, Guru Shivo
ADDA is a journey,
Many hop in, hop out,
Stamping their imprints, many to follow.
Wheel is in motion; it will roll on…
People come & people go,
ADDA is a constant, one cannot ignore!
The sun softly stirs the strawberry tree
Provokes a lovely green bird to hop out
They snuggle and fondle when the cocks croak
A young boy joins them in a smiling spree
A happy farmer throws up rings of smoke
‘Bill, come here’, came from mom a tender shout
‘Good morning’, said the white crest from the sea
The soft morning moves into a dense day
The sea starts conversation with the shores
The light brown wheat fields soak up some cool sun
Fishermen jostle for space at the quay
Traffic jam on narrow roads has begun
The mom is busy in her household chores
They have two kids and the third on the way
How magnificent is the setting sun
The happy bird hops back into its nest
Darkness falls and slowly mingles with light
Mom speaks to the guests at her house in turn
On Bill’s birthday the stars are shining bright
It is indeed a splendid fun food fest
I take a dark chocolate and a bun
Commotion fades making room for silence
In the wake of a bright star and the moon
The green bird chats with the sun in its dream
Bill looks up his grandpa in the lucence
His sister reads on how to become slim
The guard shuts the doors at The Pantaloons
The owl is busy in a conference
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Young G’s sporting tattooed gunz, on rolling black streets,fishing without water, amphibians of the dark ghettos,with names like Ricochet Rob, because he once dreamt of shooting straight.Mumbles, who’s mom was a midnight walker. He was not named for that, butbecause he was hit in the head to much, as a tike and stays drunk, on liquid crack.Then there is Bboss, just because he says so and their ship goes wayback. Riding in circles, on the wavy vinyl streets.They roll up on their port, this side of an intersection, they cannot pass, for the other side its just to deepThey hop out of the grey primered lowrider and begin clubbing, off the hip.Clubing their wares, slingin caps, dumping on anything, that is hauling ass.The stray paint hits, an innocent ankle-biter, across the sea.The truth is black lives matter, unless you are a pirate, with a carbineand are colored blinded, by dead presidents.
4/30/2017
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang
The chick's riding me, she started to pant
She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant
She's eating that wood, like she's a termite
Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite
I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert
She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt
Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty
Started at three, it's going on four-thirty
Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man
She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland
I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour
Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower
She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean
Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion
Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay
Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A
With Twilight's Glow Nature Boldly Speaks
Soft twilight glow just before dawn's new birth
When sun and earth show, art for all its worth.
O' tender emotions- send not thy cries!
For Nature holds more than blue, blue skies!
As light sends shadows burrowing so deep
Furry animals wake from midnight sleep.
Rabbits and squirrels hop out to and fro
Songbirds sing and splash colors just for show!
When night approaches with sun setting reds
Nature's night creatures, out pops sleepy heads.
Mother owl hoots loud to let man this know
She is wiser than both raven and crow.
Man wakes each day to Nature speaking clear.
Precious life is great, if souls would but hear!
Robert J. Lindley, 1- 04-2017
Sonnet
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110
Note- From memory of scenes at lake cabin decades ago!
Entire area burned decades later from massive forest fire!
Such blessed scenes forever gone... gone... gone.
Renegade trees pop up faster than dandelions all over my yard
I live in the country where I credit good old fashioned Kansas clay.
I wake up in the morning and bam, six new stalwart soldiers.
They guard wildlife as well as me, of course.
Fox, wolf, squirrel, bunnies, owls and cardinals live in these trees.
They prance or hop out sometimes, just to show me they are there.
I have elm, mulberry, willow, walnut, oak and acorns for sure.
I do not rake up any walnuts or acorns, preferring to feed squirrels.
I am rarely gone, but one time I was gone for four whole days.
When I drove down my drive, the trees waved in elaborate ways.
Their branches were flying up in the air on both sides, like a hello.
As soon as the car stopped, the waving stopped.
My husband asked me “What is up with those trees?”
“I think they were telling me hello,” I replies.
I hugged them extra hard that day,
And I swear they squeezed me back.