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I got drunk by my self last night
There was just nothing else to do
I told myself that itll be alright
If I could just get that memory out of sight
My eyes are half closed
From staring down the sun
I’ve been down in the dumps
I’ve had a lot of intoxicating fun
And I’m here to tell you
That life goes on
No matter what happens
No matter how much you hurt come dawn
Remember that hangovers are only temporary
No matter how much they hurt
Sometimes you won’t be able
To have memories of which you revert
The fun is what
Drinking is all about
Remember that yourself
You should never doubt
Instead of drinking in sorrow
And self pity
Get drunk with some girls
Who are kind of pretty
If the good looking ones won’t accompany
In your quest for intoxication
There are always the desperate
In this great nation
Sex is a symbol
Which has made America fine
Naked bodies
So sensually entwined
We are a country
Now based on rules
Created by the greed
Of those political fools
Our rights shall be taken
With the swiftness of the wind
We will not even know
For our perception has thinned
We no longer appreciate
Our gift to be free
And our forefathers
Would most likely agree
We need to stop and rewind
What has our country came to
I think alteration
Is far overdue
We need to remember
What the armed forces died for
Now
More and more
Disgracefully we are becoming
More concerned about police force
What has our country came to?
Shouldn’t we feel at least some remorse?
Pay attention to the news
And you shall see
That this proud country
Is not what it used to be
What have we done?
Is there any way to defend our rights?
There is
You’ve just got to fight
For you must make a stand
This is our home land
We mustn’t have empathy
About this subject at hand
Those who have the power to take action
Have the responsibility to do so
Meaning the tyranny on the horizon
We must overthrow
If we wait too long
We shall face monarchy
Yet rules must be made
For we need not anarchy
Remember what life
Is all about
Freedom is something
We must now bail out
So stand up
Be proud
And in unity
Say aloud
We will not fade into the night
We will not
Be taken without a fight
We’ve done it before
We must do it again
Once more our freedom
Calls for our duty to defend
Eyes so lifeless, gone is the sparkle.
Limbs so frail, like living after a disaster.
The only remedy, you, lie so far on the other shore of the ocean.
In the depths of my heart, prevails the core of my unkempt emotions.
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I shriek in agony, your name over n over
intoxicated with a sweet poison,
I can't have enough of your thoughts, circling my mind's horizon.
So addicting, so infusing
The aura of your persona pulls me closer.
In the depths of your eyes as they shackle me in desperation.
You keep me bound to my loyalty for another sulking season.
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Leaping through the time, growing up together.
Second by second, minute by minute;
The feeling grows fold by fold.
Flaring, thriving, never aging
Three fold is my love for you, than the first time you made your appearance.
How many days how many tears,
How many people have passed by.
But the only person left the impression was you, I like.
On a whim or some occassions you do still cross my mind.
I wonder on a side note, if I'm the same to you as you are special to my conscience.
I am writing a poem dedicated to you.
But will you ever care enough, to spare me a glance, when I am burdened by my emotions?
Amidst all the chaos,
Will you ever hold me, if I were to break into a thousand pieces, out of insanity?
Will you ever be there to pull me out, if I was drowing, in the dumps of agony?
Will you ever reciprocate my feelings, I have been carrying for you since our whole journey?
Will you ever do?
Will you?
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I can see your back, facing my front.
I wished you would stay, I wish you would look back.
But you keep walking ahead, wearing what emotions I wonder.
I wish you would let me be your companion so we would overcome the hurdles,
hand in hand together.
But you so blinded, I am aware.
I am counting the days as they pass endlessly,
But you drift further n further;
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I am standing alone ashore, my heart in my hands.
Feelings for you still pouring like a fountain.
Encompassed by numbing solitude.
My eyes so lifeless, have lost the sparkle.
My limbs so frail, they tread no further.
The crashing waves sucking away all the life force, plausible.
You still make me long for something impossible.
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Oh noo' It has happened again.! I thought we had escaped the continual scene:
forever falling down, and ya know what people actually celebrate it..?
and we'd thought we were safe here) a place where you had sympathetic support,
ITS NO GOOD..! that's what it isn't..' at last here was a chance at last to get time to
create our own poems, after being famous for all this time..' and we never had the chance
of creating our own stuff..' at least when we were killed off out there it was only by the
cretins..! now it has happened here, its a spiritual thing, sob.' boo-hoo, I saw the
shadow though..! it was a pale one..and we felt a vindictive force, and then our whole
new world shattered.' I wonder how would some like it? you have been being pushed about since
1643, whoever did it must be a cold hearted and lonely person..' I remember reading
reading some lines somewhere about just such a writer, hmm..' and now I'm a ghost and its
all down to someone..! Dumpty...that is who I am now..And down in the dumps BUT I AM MAD
MAD MAD and determined..! I can get revenge, I shall snoop in on any soup mail & nasty remarks
and so on; I can do that because I am a ghost now..! we had such a hard life early on at
the abbey farm there was ole aunt Patricia she was strict always minding our p's & q's
for us always saying we didn't do enough, then after Dad left us 'I was hard' but I never wanted
to be lost and nasty like she was, oh she was a stickler for 'rules' pashaaaw...! never
changed her life though did they...? hmmm, what to do next.? I don't know though if I
really should go down that road, it would be a contradiction of all I have tried to live, by
even through that nasty war, right up to now I suppose..' look! if I became like that I would
probably be going around with a horrible hot anger inside me, it would be like a big heavy
stone where my heart should be..! Oh you know what I mean.! and what would I do next.?
after I track them down.. after, I DESTROY THEM UTTERLY))) what then old egg? I
don't know what to do I feel as if I am being 'almost coerced ' here.. and I've heard
about the other place..' its hot they say, with a big black iron round thing..' I don't think
I would like it there, Oh if only Humpty and Dumpty could be here together again..'
The sea pig wandered aimlessly through the straits of Gibraltar where once upon a time she had seen the pillars of Hercules standing proudly in that so long ago forgotten age
She sighed and swam on "even more down in the dumps than she had been before .
She paused her swim and floated just inches from the surface and listened to the ugly noises of industry and over population ,
She thought back nostalgically and of that happy Ancient music that once drifted serenely from those same shore’s carried upon the incense smoke from the Human shrines dedicated to her kind .
Her age was far longer than even her living memory could comprehend accurately ,
Certainly Before the continents had broken apart and had formed the great islands ‘ of that there was no doubt
that particular memory was like yesterday to her .
The sea pigs parents ‘ ‘when she could be bothered to swim into the deepest parts of the Abyss to find them’
Reminded her constantly of the journey to this system aboard a great Ark that still orbits all the great oceans to this day ‘ shining in the nights sky.
“A reminder of our roots”
the sea pig chuckled too herself as she heard her mother’s whistling calls within her heart repeating that very sentiment.
Sadly though ‘ She and her parents were the last of their kind ‘ seventeen others had faced their demise ranging from natural disasters ,becoming land locked in inland seas or lakes due to the shifting of the continents ,
‘Tragically 'others to human under sea nuclear testing during a unfortunately timed mating ritual 'at least two others had been caught by pure chance by the Ancient whalers of this world.
‘As a consequence of this action ‘for hundreds of years to follow were then depicted on maps as sea Monsters with dire warnings of
“here be Dragons “.
How would the sea pig know of this ? I’ve no idea but she dose seemingly,
She knows her oceans are polluted ,
She knows the creatures on the shore no longer care for their habitat or the great waters that divide them ,
She also knows that one day the Ark will awaken and herald the great return .
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks
encaged on a stage in tar that sticks.
There's an agonisingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror,
as my eyes detect an unrecognisable inferior figure.
I can't see the stars in the sky at night,
and the sun doesn't rise to provide daylight,
creating days filled with unpleasant darkness,
feeling the hate, I will for heaven sent brightness.
It would be nice to see a flicker,
a shooting star or something quicker,
as my impaired eyes see unseeingly at paradise.
It seems these days have perfected imperfection and sadness,
as though infected but immune to antidote injections that stop madness,
and the bad feel projecting out onto these days seemingly disastrous.
So I turn to alcohol and slowly increase the dose
and down the booze until I doze,
to awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
reaching straight for the glass of straight voddy,
drowning myself down in hate toward the junkie category.
A way I find carries me through this hell that flattens me,
clouding my mind, shielding hurt that comes with thinking clarity.
Leaving me imprisoned and unable to escape this reality.
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Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
so I drink water and take vitamins to get far from my minds tricks.
My mind digs up thoughts sick and twisted
from the ditches of the mental scars life inflicted.
I see a full moon but no stars in the sky at night.
There must be a faint cloud blocking that far travelled light.
Throughout the day I stay active as it distracts the gloom
and subtracts it until a world seemingly more attractive resumes.
I shrug off the booze and don't meet the thugs
that deal drugs and rise above a life for chumps.
I start these days feeling down in the dumps,
but if I live the right way I move passed the grumps.
I feel that just the moonlight moves me to comfort,
I perk as I forget today and all that work.
Tomorrow is another first,
I think life offers more than I deserve.
Me gambling that once held me up now I’m afraid to utter,
has left me really in the dumps and struggling in the gutter.
No more flamin’ pokies will I play; no horses shall I back,
I’m prepared to take what’s red and have it wrote in black.
I fought this flamin’ gambling bug for nigh on close a week,
but missed the thrill of rolling cards and ‘gee-gee’s’ so to speak.
In a last and desperate trial to beat the ‘sirens’ beckoned leer,
I walked down to the local pub and got stuck into the beer.
The barman must have noticed me in this depressive state,
‘cause he shouted me one on the house before he said “Hey mate,
you look like you’ve got troubles!” And I just shook me head,
then told him that I reckon I’d be better off if dead!
“That’s not right!” the barman spoke in his strong assertive voice,
“What about the people out there, who never get a choice.
They don’t give up and want to die; they rally to the cause,
so don’t give up when feeling down and struggling in your wars”.
“Here have another on the house; you’ll probably feel much better,
when you hear this yarn about a bloke who fits you to the letter.
He owed five hundred quid and eventually he claimed,
he couldn't gather up the cash and so felt quite ashamed”.
“In fact he felt so depressed he drove his vehicle so it’s said,
right up to a cliff edge and then he lowered down his head
upon the steering wheel and never moved for near an hour,
and from this point you can’t deny the strength of people power”.
“Folk gathered ‘round concerned and after hearing what they heard,
they held a whip around to help now knowing what occurred.
They handed him five hundred quid which to him was heaven sent,
so he thanked them and reversed, whistling to his heart’s content”.
That yarn did inspire me I admit toward the nature of some folk,
it warmed my heart to know there’s some prepared to help a bloke,
so I asked, “Who were these folk who helped with little fuss!”
The barman poured another beer - “The passengers upon his bus!”
A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul
With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want
Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother
Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all
They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash
And dust that filled the air
Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor
Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.
She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister
She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world
She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in
As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags
She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless
As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear
She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength
Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest
Till this dander evil king is no more
She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain
Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13
Once upon a time in a town named Grumpy Dumpy lived a little princess named Deborah. Now Deborah was the most dumpy grumpy that ever lived in this town and in order to keep this depressed princess happy everyone around her also had to be sad and in the dumps. One day a tall young handsome prince came through the town of Grumpy Dumpy and made a decree. He said that he wanted to meet all the fair maidens and take one for a bride. The only stipulation was that the bride had to be the happiest girl in the city and immediately Deborah knew she was in for a challenge. Deborah hired tutors and more tutors to teach her all about happiness, but she just couldn’t grasp why anyone would want to be anything less than a grump-a-grump. She purchased every book on happiness and even took happy pills. It seemed the harder she tried to learn about happiness the worse her predicament became.
Then one day another person traveled through her town. His name was Thomas the Changer and he offered Princess Deborah a new start. He offered her a new beginning and a clean heart. She took Thomas the Changer up on this offer to give her a royal makeover. She did everything that he asked her to do and she even read his book on eternal happiness to help her get a clue. Within just a few short weeks Princess Deborah was a new creature. She was a new princess and her life was indeed a new life.
What is the moral to this story you might ask? The moral to this quaint little children’s story is that it is a bad idea to live in a grumpy state. You may miss out on the man of your dreams also known as Prince Charming. The other moral to this story is if you are going to turn your life around, you don’t need fancy books, happy pills, or others to get the job done. Go to the expert, Jesus Christ, and he will see you through any obstacle. He is the One True God and he cares for you!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
11-4-14
For Carol Eastman’s contest-Fable to the Rescue
Eons of intimacy, still the one I dote on;
My lady, embodiment of mother beauty,
My ecstasy and salve to my sorrow,
Thou shall always be embraced and recalled
Until my soul gets rid of my mortal body,
Till the end my life exhales the final breath
And the last beat of my aching heart;
Beautiful as you, no woman I’m smitten by,
But you, my all-time darling, so calm as the ocean,
You ne’er let my joy dissipate but with tender words,
Always enamored you had me of you.
But now you say me tired of years’ long bond
Out of blue, throwing me deep down in the dumps-
The sting you ne’er put on my jolly heart;
Berserk to be, shattered the innocent heart is,
Discerning that once amorous soul has now changed
And ditching away the hapless wretch to despair;
My lady, adornment of my life and my solace,
What about the dreams we dreamt together?
The dreams of our matrimonial lives and blissful home,
Divine offspring to be born and the eternal togetherness,
The reverie of rejoicing our anniversary till the end
And watching the time run with our hands entwined;
What about the promises swore to each other?
The promise of incessant love for one another
And to never leave each other’s back no matter what…
Desire still unsullied, my precious covetable angel,
Never will you be forsaken, but the mounting wish to have you
And to love always my heart only aches for you;
But like never before, palpitating my heart with fear
Of being forsaken, denied and loathed, for I sense
Rise of repugnance in you and the hatred maybe;
Still then breathing on with the hopes to be fulfilled one day
And waiting for the time when we will be together
Where we will live our dreams and promises remembered;
My lady, joy of my life and the reason I breath still,
Ask me not of severance for I can’t love you lesser
But you’re the one I love to bits and my soul
Would only rip apart the day you leave me.
With love, Karma
A VISIT TO THE DOCTOR
I had a bad cold,
And my throat was sore,
My husband told,
Me to go to the Doctor,
Before I got flu!
I made an appointment and was due,
To be seen at two o’clock.
I sat down next to a young man,
Who had the pock,
He was coughing and
Spluttering all over me,
Can’t you see,
Don’t you care,
Are you not aware,
That you’re spreading your germs,
All around this place,
He got up with a red face,
And sat on a chair at the back
Which fell as he sat for he was big,
And the chair had a crack!
As soon as he left, sat a lady,
She told me she had shingles,
Just to look at her gave me tingles.
I got up very concerned and ready
To take my next seat
I chose one whose occupant I didn’t suspect,
For physically I couldn’t detect,
Anything visible, she told me
She had swine flu,
And my flu vaccine was overdue!
I shot up and was ready to leave,
But the next patient was a toddler
Who seemed very shy, and I
Did not register,
That he seemed to have lumps
His Mom told me
Her youngster had mumps,
After he had sat on my knee,
And had a chew on my car-key!
I phoned my husband and told him,
That I had been in touch with a toddler,
With mumps,
I could immediately hear he fell down
In the dumps
For he had never had mumps,
And disliked the thought of getting
These lumps,
And of course any repercussion thereafter,
Would certainly not be a matter,
For laughter!
As I was about to leave,
A little girl arrived with measles,
Who repeatedly said
Mom I don’t like needles!
This was too much I was going home,
I opened my bag, and put back my phone.
We both thought it was certainly safer,
To go home and take a Corenza!
So if you get sick,
Try and get better on your own,
Or try to speak to your
Doctor on the phone,
For whatever it was I had,
If I’d stayed at the Doctor's rooms
I’d be sicker, sad
And feeling bad!