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If regrets are mistakes then what is gained
What is learned in these times of pain
Are we doomed to carry on the same open road
Without a destination a place to call home
I've been up and down this road of strange unfilmiar ways
Kept in the dark with no headlights
No direction in mind
I've keep these feelings of lost
Locked away caged in the past
I struggle to breath
I am challenged by the reality of so many blessings
Still searching for more
Still wanting all i can't take with me when i leave this place
So many smiles missed
So many chances to spend time with my boy
So consumed by the idea of a life of riches
Money did not buy what i have in those eyes of my children
Did'nt cost me a dime to dream
To believe i could have kids and be a parent myself
So many obstacles stood in the way
Still block my progress i feel today
I can't imagine why
I've been giving chances to be that father
So tangled up in the nets of debt
Can't even see how rich i am
Many dream of what i have
Many die trying to get it
Almost lost her
The one who showed me everything is possible
If you believe If you can stare past all the worry and pain
This life could be the dream
The dream relized
Our happy ending...
“There is not a crime, there is not a dodge, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy.” - Joseph Pulitzer
There is something that few recognize,
But is transparent to many.
Kept in the dark and loyal to no one,
Hoping that nobody can find it.
It is a silent killer,
Swooping down on the smallest
Sense of innocence.
Give it an inch,
It goes a mile.
It is not an atomic bomb,
Nor the Bubonic Plague.
It is all in the slight notion
Of injustice.
~*~
“Injustice anywhere is a threat
To justice everywhere.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
kept in the dark
through a crack in the wall
i’ve seen the ray of sun
my heart longs to burst
silenced forever
my soul yearns to soar
imprisoned since
the beginning of time
i write poetries
because my words
need a voice
even in the void of silence
launched into the universe
my voice reverberates loud
whether or not
anyone cares to hear it
i’ve said my bit
my part is done
my pen is the sword
that defends my garden
from the overgrown weeds
out to smother
what makes me unique
I write poetries
to no longer live
in the shadows
of silence
i write poetries
because i have
something to say
Published in PoetrySoup's second anthology "PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World" Paperback – January 1, 2022
Read on air by invitation ~ April 7, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 30, 2022 for contest I WRITE BECAUSE sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON - RANKED 5th
We looked at the world through rose-colored glasses,
sped through the night under blue moons,
parked in cars and gave boys the green light.
Explored gray areas, dreamed of golden boys,
painted the town red and got caught red-handed.
We saw adult freedoms and were green with envy,
we experienced blackouts (I’m talkin’ to you 151 rum),
swam in black water alone and talked to strangers,
told little white lies, yet somehow, we didn’t die young.
I think of college students as dyed-in-the-wool adults.
The grass always looked greener on the adult side,
and we’re tickled pink not to be infantilized any more.
We’ll show the world our true colors
and pass college with flying colors.
Life won't be handed to us on silver platters,
we’ll get white collar jobs.
Of course, as adults, we’ll have to deal with red tape,
and we can’t be yellow-bellied or try to whitewash things.
We’ll stay out of the red or sing the blues.
We’ll stay off the yellow lines, seek golden opportunities,
attend black tie events, obey the golden rule, avoid pink slips,
support our men in blue and look for silver linings.
Adulthood sounds exhausting.
On the positive side, I’m told adults practice safe sex.
Practice means what it’s always meant - right?
Is that why adults go to bed so early?
Besides, as adults, we won’t be kept in the dark anymore,
and we’ll get to chase rainbows!
In her soft, calloused hand, she holds the unwritten letters,
As her ears ring, with unheard love songs, and tender words unspoken
His shallow poems of love so deep, in sweet bitterness resounds
And hover above her, like snakes on the ground
She had been so careless with each cautious step
But now, he then revealed too many secrets kept
She had been kept in the dark, that shined with unseen visions
And now was her time to make undecided conclusions
Her dry eyes weep gladly, with tears of such sorrow
She hopes for sweet raindrops with clear skies tomorrow
Her memory is keen with passion's forgotten voices
She has learned new wisdom now...taught with reckless choices
The sadness she suffers, displayed with her smile
Never was such love that is here for awhile
As their love dwindled down to the stars in the sky
She had asked for the truth, and would wait for the lie
What's been here all along, did not happen at all
In tomorrow's sweet springtime, that came with yesterday's fall
All his letters tossed away, lie bundled here before her
With the cold of the summer, flies the warm winter's air
Although the loss does not hurt, the pain crushes severely
And now her clouded eyes can see it all, so dimly, yet so clearly
_____________________
OXYMORON CONTEST
We are not kept in this world to be test run,
Discarded and thrown away if considered unfit,
We are not experimental beings
kept in a controlled facility,
Taken out of the system due
to inherent unwanted flaws,
We are not puppets pulled by strings,
Dancing and acting to the dictates of their master,
We are not hopeless beings kept in a troubled world,
Though there are so many things beyond our view,
There are so many things kept in the dark,
He has not left us all by ourselves,
He has not made and abandoned us,
Fed up and wearied by our pitfalls,
He walks with us still,
He may not be visibly seen,
Our day to day activities
attest to His preeminence,
He shuffles our day for us if invited,
We retire to bed and switch off,
Helpless and out of control,
We sojourn in an unconceived world,
He calls us back when the time is due,
We don’t know why troubles
are an integral part of human existence,
We accept this with equanimity of mind,
We don’t understand why life is a battlefield,
With varying degrees of intensity,
We hold on believing an end will soon come,
Even though it might seem an endless road,
It's a true saying that
He can't allow on us more than we can bear,
Though we might seem crushed by its weight,
We still see ourselves going through each day,
Living each day as it unwraps itself to us,
We don’t know why some
questions are unanswered,
We don’t know
why some mysteries can’t be unravelled,
We see hope mirrored in His word.
February 25, 2022
Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
12/29/20
"Snow Globe"
Respect the virtuoso
You don't or you know so
Life can be peligroso
People going loco
Humans addicted to chocolate aka cocoa
And the other kind of coco (cocaine)
On a high horse, acting like your the major-domo
Here I am, shaking a snow globe
I failed, I passed and I was so close
I excelled, backtracked and showed no growth
By being a bozo
It was or wasn't recorded on a Go-Pro
Life going up and down like a Pogo
Sometimes wearing Polo
Got my saber like Solo
Staying on the low low
No matter what, I don't need to 'E.T. phone home'
All these women so-so
Always posing for photos
Judging a book by the cover is proto
Days and nights yo-yo
Kept in the dark or receiving promo
She was doing the go-go
Others remained sad or were saying " Ho-Ho"
Unarmed or strapped with a fo-fo
Getting crumbs, a slice or the whole loaf
Obtaining zilch, some or it by the boatload
Close and far from po-po
You are so far from my sole hope
She told me her and I was a no-no
Because I was just a joe blow
Never once phased me, too worried about logos
Not ever going to spend time with me and Toto
Catch you on the flipside girl, since you treated me like a hobo
Will or won't happen near Point Lobos
Having nothing or something to do with Cronos
By the way, shout out to Quasimodo
Looking into the future how might it seem?
Will the hierarchy have become supreme?
Will bio warfare become the norm?
Mutations of viruses in all shapes and form.
Will government rule, with no liberty left?
Where one’s identity, might well be bereft?
Where everyone’s tracked, for their safety of course,
And the fear ensures a need to endorse.
Will China continue its exotic trade,
Leaving a threat that another virus might just invade?
Where control is complete meaning we’re kept in the dark
And reliance on welfare leaves a picture too stark!
Will the pharmaceuticals sit on their throne
With billions to fund epidemics unknown?
Where conglomerates are narrowed to just the few
Who take full control over me and you?
Will 2020 be the point in our past,
Where we knew our freedoms would never last?
Or will we learn that our existence is more
Than the worldly goods we’re desperate to store?
Will we free ourselves and learn the truth?
Admit our world had become rather uncouth
And it took an epidemic to see the light
That humanity on Earth need not be a blight!
That this pandemic we currently face
Was not the end of the human race
And people fought the tyranny of old
Thus, an Orwellian future did not take hold!
"Birthed some 65 years ago
Born when retardation was a common fear-feared
captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle
some medicated some placed in confinement
kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot",
~
"I was made the oldest, alto yet I was the youngest
I was his co-caretaker
Spent a lot of my grade school days..
The first 6 years staying home with him
While my mother and father worked
For you see my brother was born
Blind and retarded
And one month premature and incubator baby"
~
"My brother, yes I have a blind-man for a brother;
Where as with just one play of a song on the radio;
Retained it instantly, memorize simply, could sing it alone/along;
Musically could have easily have been another Stevie Wonder,"
"And with mom and dad both now been dead;
For longer than 30 to 40 years;
On this day I celebrate the birth of my brother
Joseph;
Blessed happy 65th birthday;"
~Joseph Allen Lee~
You and I do not bend steel with our bare hands;
Or perfectly bear the sinless image of our God and Lord.
Universal sin, our weakness, was initiated by Eve and Adam.
Righteousness, our strength, has been imputed to us through Christ.
knowledge of one's own weakness is often a must for survival.
Relationship with Almighty God through Jesus Christ is imperative.
Youth itself is a very powerful weapon even if it is very measured
People who are driven by purpose and guided by God are powerful.
Technology makes advances, but must never out perform the human brain.
Opposing forces must be kept in the dark regarding the source of one's power.
Neglect and lack of discipline, like Sampson becoming helpless by allowing
Intelligence about his strengths and weaknesses, are roadways to destruction.
Therefore, we must guard like KRYPTONITE God's gift to us for navigating life.
Each of us is responsible to protect and serve others with the gifts from God.
092021PSCtest, Your Kryptonite, Anthony Biaanco