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SO MANY DAYS SLIDE INTO WEEKS AND THEN MONTHS THEN YEARS NOW DECADES HAVE COME AND GONE AND NOT THE ONES YOU THINK
ITS NOT LOST YEARS OF YOUTH WHEN YOU COULDNT WAIT TO GROW UP
ITS NOT GETTING OUT OF HIFGH SCHOOL AND THE COLLEGE TANK
NO ITS THE TIME YOU STEPPED INTO THE WORLD JADED BY EXPECTATIONS
MAN MADE AND ENFORCED LIKE WE JUST LIE TO EVERYONE AND SAY WE SELF MADE
BUT SOMEONE GAVE YOU A CHANCE THAT OTHERS DONT HAVE AND WE LOOK DOWN ON THEM WITH NO HESITATION
THROWING REASONS FOR THEIR FAILURE OUT WHEN WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM
A FRIEND ONCE SAID EXPECTATIONS ARE FUTURE RESENTMENTS
AND I THINK THAT MAY BE THE SMARTEST THING EVER SAID
I CAN ALWAYS SAY I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER BUT BETTER FOR ME MAY NOT BE BETTER FOR YOU
I AM STARTING TO RESENT PEOPLE FOR HOLDING ME TO EXPECTATIONS THAT WERE SET BY FOOLS
II WILL TRY TO DO BETTER IN MY OWN WAY
BY SHARING THINGS THAT MAY HAVE BEEN LOST ALONG THE WAY
HERE ANOTHER PEARL I PICKED UP
IF YOU SEE A TURTLE ON A FENCE POST KNOW HE DIDNT PICK HIMSELF UP REGARDLESS OF WHAT HE TELLS YOU
I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER BASED ON WHAT GOD WROTE ON THE HEART OF ALL MEN
I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK I SHOULD HAVE AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE
JAMES BROWN KNEW THE SCORE MAN MADE MONEY MONEY DIDNT MAKE THE MAN
THESE DAYS IT DOES LIKE BEING RICH MAKES YOU SMARTER THAN THE REST OF US
I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER IN THE FACE OF IGNORANCE
BUT YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND LEFT AND RIGHT ON THE TV
IS NOT WHAT YOU GET TO LABEL ME AND IF YOU DECIDE TO TRY THAT ON
WELL LETS JUST SAY A TRUMP RALLY HAS NOT GONE THAT WRONG
I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER BY CALLING MY SISTER AND HUGGING MY MOM
UNDERSTANDING MY FATHER AND APPRECIATING THE LOVE OF MY DOG
I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER IN THE WAY THAT I SEE
I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER AND IT BE BEST IF YOU JUST LET ME BE
Fred King
1915 (One Month)
Welcome to Mt. Olive.
Come inside.
Don’t be afraid of us ghosts.
Now come down the southern lane,
Keep going past the dense walnut trees,
Past the Morris and Bangle graves,
On to the far left corner,
Hidden by the manzanitas and the monkey flowers there;
See the cracked slabs of cement in the gloom?
See the names of the dead babies scrawled there?
Scrawled with a rusty trowel.
This is the Potter’s Field.
This is the grave of the dead babies.
This is the island of the fragile candles
That never felt the flames of life and love.
Genuflect to us, the dead babies!
And bow down to your God!
I know nothing of your earth,
But I do know
It is a fearful thing,
To fall into the hands,
Of a living God.
(His Version of The Face of Depression)
A smile, what is that? I haven’t seen one in so long, at least not when I look in the mirror that man’s expression is set in stone
Eyes, are they supposed to sparkle and shine? Because all I can see is death and despair when I look into mine
Personality what is that? Definitely not something I own; I have nothing to offer to anyone that’s why I am better off alone
Hands that aren’t cold to the touch, does such a thing exist? A heart that isn’t dark and dead inside, I’ve never heard of this
A broken heart that bleeds but is sheltered behind a wall, I would know nothing of such you first must have one at all
Dressing to appease someone else’s eye, or to make yourself feel something? Yeah, I’m not that guy
Putting one foot in front of the other, what does that even mean? I don’t walk, I stomp wherever I go if you know what I mean
Living in the darkness because you know nothing of light, never giving anything to anyone because by doing so would be right
Coming home and not having to remove a mask that you wore throughout the day, because your face says it all I have no emotions to convey
Breathing in and out and screaming just to hear any other sound, but the silence that you live in, and then feeling even more without than you already were to begin
Lying on my bed but no daydreaming for me, my past is my past, my future doesn’t yet exist, and my present only revolves around me
Playing conversations of yesterday on repeat in my head, just so that I can revel in the pain that I once caused wishing for it to now puncture me instead
Envisioning that I am the one being caused pain, that I’m the one being made to cry, it’s almost funny to imagine that because I am dead inside
Missing you so much that it hurts? If only I knew how, I have no remorse for anyone or anything, don’t even bother asking me how
Feeling guilty? What is that? Feeling ashamed? Oh, those are what people call emotions, I didn’t know they had a name
Looking at my reflection and seeing nothing staring back at me, only the look of a broken, dead man who calls himself apathy.
We are all in one room
Morey is playing a violent video game
because there are blood splatters on the screen
every time I look at his I-pad.
My husband is sitting behind me watching
a movie on a laptop. Both he and Morey are wearing
headphones because I have dog ears.
I am trying to figure out if there is any way possible
to write six poems tonight or six short stories, ,six
limericks, six something. I pick up both I-pads.
One to write, and one to look up spellings for
I am not good at spelling.
We remain in the same room for a couple of hours.
without conversation unless you count the
multitude of “thank you grandmas”
when I brought Morey food in the form of
eight pieces of ham, six strips of well-done bacon,
and one “thank you grandpa” when grandpa fixed
Morey a pepperoni pizza at 10:30 because he was still hungry.
I am usually more social than this but
today I spent six hours with a bossy take charge
four-year-old, so frankly there is not one drop of energy
left right now.
I sit here gratefully,
not talking to anyone, each of us in our own
fantastical electronic world. Each one of us living
a life the others know nothing about. I think my husband is
a police detective solving crimes tonight, but I do not go
back to peek at his laptop. Seeing Morey’s bloody screen
is more than enough.
However we came into being,
Commenting on anything and everything,
I am sure was not factored in,
When it came time to give us a brain.
When it became obvious that our brains were about to implode,
Computers appeared on the scene,
And one would have thought the need, to comment on everything,
We know nothing about would be reduced,
And our brains would resume normal service,
But no, we seem to have ramped up the comments,
Which now, carry hate, which is another monkey on our back,
Which in turn gets more Knee jerk reactions from those,
We attempt to destroy with words as sharp as any knife.
For those without the urge to be the fastest on the draw,
To shoot off comments til their brain starts to haemorrhage,
It is your duty to send out messages of Love and Hope,
Before any more brains start imploding.
Who Do you share your dreams with
Who do you tell how you really feel
Cause it's not me
Who Do you whisper sweet nothings too
I have to wonder who
We speak everyday yet I know nothing at all
and if I find out it's from your FB dialog
but somebody gets the convo
the laughs the encouraging word
Silly of me I tell it all
but a conversation is two way
guess I'll have to learn
clueless I must be
and now I SMH at myself
so desperate for attention
so desperate for affection
wanting to be loved
I got lost in the winds
Even with the lack of words I got lost
Caught in the thoughts the fantasy
My made up little world
Please somebody come get this silly lil girl
So trusting wanting to believe
That love can conquer anything
Time.... distance..... even fears
My made up reality
Guess my bubble just got bust
Form:
Involved in the race of life
Competing with millions of people
But only those who will reach the arrival
Will be considered as winners
Some don’t want to get involved
Because the arrival is too far to be seen
So they just give up, for fear of the unknown
Or fear of the unseen end
We are all ready to run these miles in front of us
We know nothing about the end
But we just want to take part in the race
As soon as we hear the starter
We start running
Of course there is a false start
But we all keep on running
I see some cheating
Taking short cuts
But they know nothing about The Judge
Or they are just ignoring His presence
For they have never seen Him
So they act as if nobody was watching them
While He is keeping an eye on them
I have never seen The Judge, but I feel His presence
I know some are going to reach the arrival
Long before me, but I know that
The Judge knows those who cheated
And sooner or later they will get their punishment
Others just fall down before reaching the end
For they are exhausted
I start being tired and I slow down
For I understand that the road is far away
And instead of sprint I need endurance
And it’s just at that moment that I realize
I was indeed in a competition
But my first challenger was myself
And If I want to reach the end,
I’ll need to fight first against my weakness
So as to go beyond those virtual limits
So I take a gust of wind in order to fill my lungs
My goal is to reach the arrival
And my wisdom shows me
That the first obstacle I have to overcome,
If ever I want to be a winner, was myself
So being aware of that, I am hopeful
Because I am well equipped to run right to the end
Form:
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human
being with an independent will.” - Charlotte Bronte
I live in a country where I am free
free to be me, to say what I want to
to think without any hinderance, restraint
I am not controlled or ever limited
freedom of religion, of speech, of thoughts
of education, the ability to vote and complain
this is freedom
I love being free, never confined
knowing nothing of bondage or slavery
the power of choice is mine to take
I have opportunities and liberty in life
my country has human and legal rights
I know nothing of war in my country
no bombs will wake my sleep at night
this is freedom
I wish every country in the world
knew the freedom that I exist in
_______________________
March 19, 2022
Poetry/Verse/This is Freedom
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1440-932-19
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Freedom
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/21/2022
Fifth Place
I thought I could live alone till you showed up
Showing up to give my life the support it needed
Need became an understatement when u are close
Closer to me makes me realise I can't do without you
Without you my world is idle
Idle mind becomes lonely
Loneliness needs a partner
Partners we have become
Becoming friends the only option
The only option is us being soulmates
Soulmates a trail in disguise
Disguised are the good and bad thoughts that make us stronger
Stronger without questions
Questions without answers
Answers without reasons
Reasons we need not to acknowledge
Acknowledged we are in being together
Togetherness the only way to survive
Survivors we were in the past
The past the beginning of the present
The present the beginning of the future
The future we know nothing of
Of which I don't care because I'm safe with you
You and me will see the future through
Through every huddle that comes our way
Our way lies with Almighty
Almighty the All-Knowing.
I will be the Cricket World Cup Champion in 2024.
Though I know nothing, even of a simple score...
I'll do Sirsasana (yoga on the head pose).
At my collapse, I will touch the ground with my nose...
What if I wear my undergarments upside down?
Yeah, my torn touser might make the moralists frown...
My dealings with people may be like those of cats.
I don't know yet; they'd be scared of me like house rats...
Crying Competitions I will conduct with friends.
Less sadness there will be, but, surely, more nonsense...
'Fight for fun' will occupy a part of each day.
Friends will be free to fight with bray or bubble spray.
All Fools Day will adorn each morning like fresh dew.
though, as the day goes by, it will stay out of view.
Fun and frolic will be components of the year.
Each and every moment must be a bomb of cheer.