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'twas the night before any Christmas...
And all over our any town,
Lonely seniors tried so hard to forget,
What life was like in a land long ago.
When husbands or their wives were still living,
and the kids were all still home, very giving,
Today, that device called a phone,
Is not used even though they
are now even in cars?
And families send you photos of them in bars?
Or...places to impress we silly old elves!
"Why don't they leave us alone and get a life
for themselves."
So off they go, these abled bodied-beings,
Not even dreaming that perhaps one day,
they will be ancient and alone, too.
So, whether it's Christmas or just a plain day,
pick up any phone you own!
Say hello to the living,you cannot speak
to the dead!
What is wrong inside your head?
Don't think a text or email can ever replace
lovable you.
And as for our"busy" excuses?
I won't say what I call that.
What, are you...a conceited aristocrat?
Call your friend, cousin,grandmother,
grandfather,Mother or Dad.
Anyone that you care about.
If not, it tells me it's you....it's only
..whom you value.
These old folks in the twilight of their
years,
Must not be ignored, you never see
their silent tears.
Do people no longer care?
They miss being loved and respected,
And believe it or not,
A dog or a cat will not make it for them.
They need a human being,I ask...when?
These seniors are terrified to call you
at home or at work.
In a world that over glorified technology,
Where life has become one word
communication.
And there is no life on earth,
Except living in the Facebook Nation?
Worse, emojis are not cute,
Nor, what does it say about you?
And more horrid to me, when the initial of
your baptismal name becomes you?
It's sad..and as for automated replies?
Are you kidding?
An insult to humanity.
None of us is royalty.
Conceited, full of self, you bet.
I don't know where the life I knew
has gone.
I don't even know where love
has gone.
We all morphed into Alexa's?
I cannot give birth to the past.
Just talk to my walls and stare at
unwashed frying pans..alas!
PanagiotaRomios
4/26/2019
2:15 pm PST
Eighteen and feline lean
Headed for all those places I've never seen
As I hit the road with a big grin
Setting out so I will win
In a place, I have never been
I must not be late
I have a job that awaits
After the interview, I pretty much knew
What I would do
I will be in a place where the sky is so blue
With a bunch Of people, I barely knew
As we get on our way they say
Won't be back for twenty-five days
We get paid for every hour we are awake
Now I'm wondering if they aren't fake
Arriving in remote places
Hope I can handle these paces
Up all night till morning light
Didn't feel quite right
As we left the job site
I thought about being up all night
Until the job is done
The money is great but I am spun
Nothing about this job was any fun
Off to another place with crazy Kevin
Not aware that soon I would be headed for heaven
Climbing up Flamming Gorge
It's easy to see why its so high
When we cross the peek
Everything looked so bleak
As we lost the bakes
No kidding this was for all the stakes
Why must I pay for Kevin's mistake
As I open the door when I felt
The truck slide even more
Side to side what a hell of a ride
I'm just glad we did not turn
The truck into a glide
I can't hide behind I was scared
To get to the bottom side
When the truck stopped I popped out the door
To chalk this truck so it would roll no more
What do I want to write?
I feel like I could write and write
I will write about hard
What is hard?
Is it the opposite of soft?
Or does it mean difficulties?
Whatever it is meant
I just want to tell you that
Life is not hard
It's not hard when you are struggling
It's not hard when you don't even know
Where you are going
It's not hard when the part of you say go
And another part of you say no
It's not hard when the only one left is you
Just kidding
That never happens
So why do we think it's hard?
We like to complain
We like to do the grouching and moaning
We like to say "what is it, God?"
Instead of saying "this is it, God"?
Would God ever say "this is it"?
So why do we think this is it?
It's only the next step and the next step....
for the step after
Life is beautiful
Life is full of admiration
Adoration, aspiration
Go for it
Climb higher
The step is just beyond the corner
when we actually reach something
This is paradise
Unless we didn't know
This is for you and for me
Enjoy it
The thing is right now
Right here
Do you know what thing?
I’m trying a new refreshing write
My blessed Soul word out of sight
Maybe my view should truly change
Having a good look at new poetic range
I don’t want to upset the infamous P.D.**
The one who’ll police me in 3D
Undercover poet, that apparently is not?
If I reach for my pen, he’ll take his shot!
On the run with out my needed soul
I better hide in that deep dark hole.
As he Ass kisses all those lovely ladies
Maybe he wants to have their babies??
Taking advantage of his poetic power ;-)
I bet in reality he’s as sweet as a flower!
What horrid word’s I use without my belief
If I get caught, he may smash out my teeth!
A poet on the run from a cop so hot?
In P.Ds eyes, a poet, that I am not??
To be or not to be, that is his question?
Fountain Pen to my head, I’ll sign his confession!
Banged up in this inspirational cell
“Not a poet” written on walls of limerick hell
“P.D waz here “ plastered for all to see
As soon as he reaches for his pen, you better turn and flee!!
(Welcome and embrace our new Poet friend
I’ll love and embrace him until the end
I trust he’ll visit my poems, and call them crap
That’s my plan, body armoured up, ........I’ll just have a nap.)
**Poetry Destroyer
Only Kidding P.D. And welcome :-)
Obviously, i can't tell you what form this is!!
Form:
[Inspired by ‘Stating The Obvious’
Contest but doesn’t meet the spec]
Millionaire, Bartholomew Fairfax
Admitted today, he ‘forgot’ to pay tax
Goodness gracious, well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
And this from his latest press release
The girl on his arm was not his niece
You’re kidding, no way
No sh1t Sherlock, you don’t say
Tell me something I don’t know
Shut the front door, I’ll be blowed
His jewel bedecked wife in her large golden carriage
Is backing her man for the sake of their marriage
Who’d have guessed it, Gosh, who knew
Crikey, Get away with you,
Well I’m gobsmacked,
I was not born yesterday
Still to come in The News tonight
Two youths in a pub have been in a fight
And the final result in formula one...
The man in the fastest car has won
Goodness gracious, well I never
Knock me over with a feather
Who’d have thought it
Pull the other one
Just a while ago
I was happy
in a split second
it all changed
you had to leave
I hate the goodbyes
I will never get use to them
I hate the fact
that you can't stay
I wish we didn't
have to part ways
moments like these
I want to cuff your hand to mine
never to loosen the grip
who am I kidding?
We're not meant to be
reality tend to skulk in
when it's the least welcomed
it's going to be difficult
but maybe it's for the best
maybe this time we need
to say goodbye forever
because I can't live like this
I'm slowly dying,
I’m slowly forgetting
how to breathe…
Addiction is the compensation for something lost in childhood. You are not addicted to the substance or the thing, but it's a release from the trauma that you compensated with the substance and the addiction those feelings bring What’s crazy is
Most of our lives depend on blind faith
I was given some wise words of wisdom one time in therapy. He said, "You go to sleep with the unconscious faith that in the morning your eyes will open to see a new day." I paused and replied, "Holy crap its true!",
that means we all actually have faith built in even when we doubt we do. Even in doubt, you still have faith every minute of the day with every breath you anticipate that it will oxygenate, moving carbon dioxide from your blood to your lungs. This process is blind faith, aka body’s gas exchange Crazy right to think you’ve been searching for faith, and you have had it all along So when addiction steps in
That faith is skewed or barely hanging on So blame your parents. Just kidding they knew nothing more than what they were taught and what their eyes perceived in their own environment endured, which was full of fear, sadness and anger that unconsciously transferred to us the unaware and new baby who one day too, would be an adult now with trauma and fears without reason until they realize the reason was you. We only seen the aftereffects our caretakers were subjected to due to their upbringing where they learned to neglect, blame and shame not from their own wants but their surroundings, they too were emotionally enslaved and so on before them and all their generations passed too. This is how their trauma affects you. Addiction starts compensating for something lacking, masking an unhealed wound Pain that was never meant for a child to go through or bear painful feelings that don’t belong to you
EVERY TUNIC’S TUCKED
squeamish that every tunic’s tucked
on one side, lopsided, uncouth
on the page, in the book - why is
every model told to tuck her hand
inside her pocket, jam her socket
into her pants, plunge me into distress.
If they want us to buy online, can’t
we size it up ourselves. I laugh
like crazy…going crazy…the lazy
love to push buttons and tuck.
well i’m out of luck, looking through
glaring pages, glossing over, needled.
insensitive to my plight? perhaps
you have your own quirk. don’t
laugh behind my back…hit me
on the chin. just don’t tuck your tunic
with your hand in one pocket. i panic
at the unprofessional modelling. i turn
away, i scorn, i feel sick. the lazy
like to set up every one the same.
their camera should be ashamed…
how lame. let me speak…let me shout.
i was kidding about the chin -
keep it to yourself…
Out on the heated tarmac
Sounds of multiple aircraft engines
Fumes from the planes
Lung clogging matter inhaling
Sporadic glow from the sun
Through skies filled with clouds
Dancing beside and around each other
Like a great spread of grazing sheep
Happy passengers boarding their on-time-flight
Security alert!
Be extra vigilant
Man your post, observe all things strange
Who are they kidding?
It’s me, not them, if I have any say in the matter
Certainly not them and I
Since I would have long been gone
They say in a security emergency
Stand at your post
I say, run, run, run
The first life you save should be your own
Think I am selfish
Try standing before someone
Who does not value their own life
With chest filled with organic matter
Wires attached to a timer
They say stand at your post
I say you would better, run, run, run
Guess who is afraid of Darth Cay-der, the cat of all cats?
I am not kidding. Darth Cay-der frightens me, grandma.
She rolled her eyes, and then the dice. We are playing Monopoly.
Tonight in heaven.
Her photo fills me with glee but these heavenly visits are much better.
The angel began to tell me I had to leave.
I am arguing with her. Just a few more minutes, I plead.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is on this morning, the angel says.
If you get up now, you can watch it before work.
She convinces me, so my eyes flutter open
Much to the relief of my dog who has a full bladder.
I open the door, so he can relieve himself.
But a blast of cold wind hits him in the face.
He backs up.
Maybe Darth Cay-der is out there too.