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The bulldog said to the poodle...
"Wow!"..."What a fancy treat!"
"Today you ain't so lucky",
"I'm the king on this street!"
"Looks like you lost your way",
"Now ain't you clean and pretty!"
"You're 'bout to be a mangled mess",
"My oh my, what a pity!"
The little pooch shook with fear,
He found not the courage to talk;
The bulldog was suddenly whisked away,
As the poodle stood alone on the walk!
Nabbed by the local catcher,
The bulldog lost his might;
He could only sit in silence,
While the poodle shivered with fright!
The dog catcher said to the poodle...
"Today's your lucky day!"
"Judging by the tags on your collar",
"Home's just a block away!"
"Don't be afraid, little fella!"
"No more will you be alone!"
So off she sped with the poodle,
Returning him safely home!
The world's filled with bullies,
Whether it's wealth, power, or size;
The Lord sends His angels to protect us,
While our enemies lurk in disguise!
When, Where & how does it all start...?
These feelings that tore my soul apart...
Wanting so much to be found, but lost somewhere under ground...
Everyone screaming I can hear the sound, judging & mocking & putting me down...
Its so dark where I stand, Never looking up, Always looking down...
No smile on my face, Just my miserable boat-race...
Where's the sun that needs to shine to bring me out from behind my rain cloud...
This is the way I never planned, One-day soon I will make a stand...
Where's that little girl that I knew so well...? She's lost deep inside her shell...
All she wants is her wishing well, to break away from all the hell...
To finally laugh & break that spell that people cast all so well...
Words un-spoken as years go by, but you can still see the hurt that's so painful in her eyes...
Here I stand asking please why, oh why, why take what's left inside...
Behind closed doors I've already died, with this darkness I have no pride...
Reaching for what I can't see, Longing to be the girl I use to be...
Happy & care-free...
But the nastiness of people in this world took my confidence, & made my life a living hell...
And to them, that was swell... I really want a wishing-well...
How can it feel so good to be so mean...?
How can making someone so blue be like a night out for you...?
When does a conscience come into play...
When they've killed there prey...?
Even then is it ok...?
Once so strong, Now so weak, Where's the comfort that we seek...
My life has become so bleak...
I wish in my wishing-well the courage & strength to hold on to what's left of me, even though I'm slowly dying...
I hope one-day all you bullies will see what you do to little ones like me...
I hope you know that I'm broken thanks to you...
I'm struggling to realise what's nice about me...
Forgiving isn't coming so easy...
R. D. At Thanksgiving
By: Miracle Man
10/27/2021
As Thanksgiving nears I will think of him,
and we'll share once more with him our blessing.
Trying, once more, to make his life less grim,
freeing him, from one day of distressing.
Like some guttersnipe he exists in life,
at night without a place to lay his head.
He's no transportation, warm home, or wife,
and a cardboard box is often his bed.
Each time I look into his forlorn face,
without judging him, but in thought, I pause.
Wondering just what put him in this place,
And how he might escape poverty’s jaws.
. Slammed by
Mother...President...Teacher...Poet...&...Form
A MOTHERS LOVE
Mother always called me a lousy kid, with a shove
I was the only kid she wanted to get rid of
On my head she always smacked me hard.
She would always slam me calling me a retard
My mother gave me the best slamming love.
((( my mother the best slammer there ever was)))
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WE ARE THE WORLD
Slam back at any country, at any given event
I feel bad for any so called President.
"WE THE PEOPLE" the Republic and the Democrat.
Slamming each other talking crap.
In a world full of slam and argument.
((( The world toughest fight is slam not war )))
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TEACHERS PET
Our teachers kept on and on how we where wrong with a fuzz.
She just stood there and slammed each and everyone of us.
Making us write an essay on broken rules.
Kept us all after school calling us stupid fools
Who knew teachers where allowed to slam and cuss?
((( Teachers words of slam can ruin any future )))
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ROAD BLOCK
Have you ever heard of a poet blocker.
All they are is a slam stocker
They over abuse their blocking right.
Trying to make other poets fight.
Always trying to slam a point across, like a mocker.
((( Hating against any form of poetry is a slam it self )))
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JUDGING CONTEST
Can you guess that slam is just a risky business
Picking out the best slam words from the rest.
Testing out a form we don't know how to let it flow.
Darn the soup for putting slam on the box below.
Even the best have join my slamming contest.
((( Thank you Soup for SLAMMING us with your A-Z list-form)))
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It is human nature to judge others…as if it’s in our neutrons and protons…
which means we need to be careful on what we base our judgements on.
Knowing I have this tendency I do my best to try…
to determine what I feel are the best traits to judge other people by.
I try to judge people by how kind they are….their compassion and their honesty.
Are they polite to those they do not know…do they have patience and empathy?
When I’m judging others all these factors play an equal part…
I like to think I judge others by the love that’s in their hearts.
I try not to judge people by their physical appearance…
if they’re tall, short, fat or thin…
I try not to judge people by where they were born…
or by the color of their skin.
I try not to judge people for being the people they were born to be…
I try not to judge people just because they don’t look or act like me.
Since I was born with this tendency to judge…I try to make it my goal
To try and never judge another person by the things over which they have no control.
This body
This body is a lie
Taught that this body
Is only pretty
Because it is honey
Because I didn't stay in
The sun too long
Because I reflect my father
And my grandfather
Who was a reflection
Of light
This body
This body I do not fit
Because it always looks happy
It forces a smile on me that
I don't want to show
I am not happy
This body
Makes me laugh
Like everything is funny
But nothing is funny
Because I am serious
This body
I want to hide
Because men look at it
And drool over it
Like it is a piece of steak
Like I am not human
Like I don't deserve
The choice to say no
Because his body
Gets what it wants
But my body
Gets stolen from me
Every time he says he wants me
But I won't let that happen
Because if he try to bust in me
I will bust back
And I won't let him take
From me
The only thing that was given
To me
Because I never had anything
But this body
this body
Was made wrong
Not that I wish I was male
But because I was taught
To never love a another female
And I feel weird because I love
Both
But I hate the terms they call
This body
Because my mother named me
Ceeairra
Not straight
Not Gay
Not bi
I am Ceeairra
In this body
This body
Is fake
Because I mark it up
With makeup
To hide everything I hold
Inside
I am tired
I am exhausted
My concealer doesn't
Only hide the bags underneath
My eye
But hides the war that's going
On inside my mind
my eyeliner holds
The tears that I fight
With every night
Because if they came out
It would only make this body
Look weak
Like this body
Ain't got enough
Things to prove
I'm sick of this body
Tired of this body telling
Me what to do
Tired of people judging
Me because of
This body
I am not just
This body
I am more than
this body
So please stop just
looking At
This body
I closed my eyes for a moment,
sighing deep within my soul
disbelieving what my ears heard
and what my eyes saw.
Again, again, there are innocent deaths
taken before their time,
taken because someone did not approve
of how they choose to live their lives.
How sad it is, this life that hangs in the balance
of judging others by our terms,
as we would never judge ourselves
now matter how thick and large the beam in our eyes.
Too easily we each fall into the trap
believing our way is the only one
and we vocalize our disgust and contempt,
forgetting all that we have done.
For the future, for our children's sake
let's look more closely at our hearts
and let God be the only judge
of the decisions that we make.
Written: August 13, 2023
No 1236 New Poem Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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wish we could
embrace
saying this
yet
crossing time barrier
is still beyond me
sending my words
as
whispers in the wind
look back
master
art of self-love
you deserve it
beyond anyone else
mistakes
are typical for your age
watch, learn
& proceed
Realize
parents commit sins
as well
yet no harm
chastise
since they care
fear arises
world is
hellish place
you still
too naïve
& trustworthy.
Express
your uneasiness
with words
you have
valid opinions
but stop... overthinking?
too much analysis
no one is judging
your words
or
actions.
Old age
isn't your goal
cherish
simple life
winter dance
in the snow
camp
under the skies
Mr Later arrived for his interview,
for the position of Time Manager.
"Good morning. I'm Mr Later," he smiled.
"I'm here to improve your schedule."
"Though, judging by your diary...
I suspect we've met before."
His Business Card read:
Manager of Pending Affairs
CEO of Not Yet, But Maybe!
Director of Priority Re-ordering
Minister for Best Intentions
Chief Executive of Almost Enough
Commissioner of Convenient Excuses
Chairman of Noble Intentions
Custodian of Someday
His Specialties included:
Priority laundering.
Pending upending.
Bucket-list polishing.
Deadline cushioning.
Urgency Dilution.
Calendar decompression
Hope rescheduling
Momentum evaporation.
His Motto Section read:
"Do it when you've got more time."
"Tomorrow has reserved you a front-row seat."
"Don't spend tomorrow using up today.
"You'll appreciate it much more... later."
"The hills ain't going anywhere."
"There'll always be another sunset."
"We upend pendings, extending your endings."
"We'll keep your bucket list beneath your shopping list."
"Every conundrum sounds humdrum on a bongo drum."
"Later is always the perfect time... trust me."
Before the interview was halfway through,
Mr Later stood up.
"Sorry," he smiled.
"I'm running a little....later than expected."
"I'm late! I'm late!"
"I have another appointment."
"Can we finish this..."
"...later?"
Then, turning at the door,
The interviewer smiled:
"See you Later?"
Mr Later smiled:
"Everyone does!"
Those in power play on our fears and our ignorance.
They know that it's easier to believe a lie that one has
heard a thousand times than a truth that no one has
heard before.
These individuals tell lies sprinkled with half truth and this
is the most cowardly of lies. However, no one is a successful liar unless someone believes them; and we can easily see
this happening today.
Some say you can’t fool all of the people all of the time but
Judging from what we see today, it isn’t necessary; a majority
is quite enough. It seems to me that a tiny soul is living
inside a deceitful person.
The deceitful “leader” has a short blanket and when he pulls
it over his face, he exposes his feet.