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My little suicide note
Despite my poverty
Despite my ugliness
You have always been a princess
You made me feel like a King
When roads got narrow
You stood by me
You understood my pain
You gave me joy on the way
Though it was never meant to last
My heart is corroded
Like a old can
I am giving up even though I am a man
I am tired of crying like a lost child
Depressed as I can be my loneliness eats me
I wish someone would carry me
But turns out I am all alone
I love you but I have to go
I wish you were here to see me
See me before I take my last breath away
If only I had a real reason to stay
But the pain I go through every day doesn't
My cry is loud yet silent
My words are meaningless yet important
And for you I wish the best
I wish I could say goodbye directly
This message is the best way to say it
Please don't moan for me
Because surely where I am heading is better
By Walter Mafokate©
The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E
(A lone woman sings)
With your last breath
Of the fading midnight hour
Will you hear with all your powers of the auditory
The musical call of my mystical senryu
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
From my Bacchic Celebration Towers
Will you join my unashamed company
In the swirling dervish mists
Who go past each midnight
From another realm
Singing and chanting
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo
To join a new world
Of never-ending pleasures
That will forever last
Where sensuous music with wild voices
Will put your soul
At risk
With its seductive noises
And make it your Fate
To enter and close its rusty old gates
Forever
Would you join
As they passed
No longer to lament
But to be courageous
To welcome me
To pitch my tent
In your soul
With powers of enchantment and pleasure
That will seem
Heaven sent
A contradiction
Of above and below
For I know
When all lascivious dreams must go
So shed your hubris and pomposity
As you
To me
Are led
Chanting my musical
senryu of
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo
We pray to
The Golden Goddess of Exiles
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
To go to a place
Where purple butterflies live forever
And people never
Die
Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A better gentleman there never was
Kind loving and generous man
Bon vivant and lavish tipper
Articulate, meticulous and dressed to the nines
Phoned his mother every Sunday religiously
Never a bad thing to say about anyone
It was a Friday after work
Celebrating the end of the week
More exuberant than usual
Spring was in the air
The days were getting longer
And the breeze warmer
He loved life till the very last minute
When it wasn’t baseball
It was Texas Hold’em
Then that fateful Friday afternoon he said
‘Tell my family I love them’
Just like that
We buried him on St.Patrick’s Day
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon
I’ll never forget that one final glance
That one lone sentinel by his grave
Standing guard
Up on that hill against the setting sun
A fitting tribute honouring
A man who had lived and loved
Every blessed day of his life
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Its only 4-2
and with nothing else to do
I pen you a poem from my new temporary home
I am in Grants Pass Oregon for 5 days a week
And it's the temp home of which I speak
I put up a Facebook friends looking to hang
but ran into a bunch of dudes who wanted to bang... ah yeah
So I modified my post, made it clear it's karaoke or a meal
and not a come on for sexual appeal
lets be friends hey, well opened it up to ladies too
and bam, I got a slew of... women wanting to date ( and a few who want a sugar mamma...
So ... My days have been spent reading mostly
And a bit of naps, this radiation is frightening
And I hung out with a local friend for a day
and I am watching webinars to educate my ways
And I am working out to get fit
and I am eating well, home made
last night was salad and shrimp.. scampi (yeah)
And I am only 10 more days in the bug zapper YAHOO
and then its recover my mojo a bit and take stock too
And life begins again in 10. - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/2/2024
VOICE OF THE VOICELESS
hearts fire up
from within the womb
the start up
of a flame
the flicker of hope
for those wonderfully made
in the image of God
the start of no pain
drying of tears
from each chamber
can you hear can you hear
the cheer of lives saved
no more gas
no more tearing of limbs
no more fear
at last at last
boldly they enter the world
boys and girls see the light
their mother wins
a perfect gift
a gift from God
trust in Him trust in Him
He will bring you through trouble
He will double your blessings
Kim Rodrigues © 2020
Let’s have perfect vision in 2020
V.4 ( BRIDGE #1 & CHORUS C; ) :
You left me without a trace
I discard the feelings of anguish – feeling so unsure…my sorrow weighs a
pound – (where have you been x3 for so long…feeling like an incomplete,
cheerless love song all along)
What should I do? What now? Tell me now…
Somehow, I feel so gravity-bound…I’m lost & never found…frankly, (I’m feeling
grief-stricken x3 for oh so long…feeling like I don’t belong…feeling so wrong)
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(sarcasm: Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
V.5 (BRIDGE #2):
You made me feel this disdainful distress…this high stress…I’m in an emotional
mess
(All alone, all along) x4
You make me feel like a total disgrace…I’m a song without rhyme
(All alone, all along) x4
I’m not lying – you kicked me in the face…but I’m makin’ slow progress
(I’m on my own, but not alone) x4
When I was trying to beat the race…trying to make use of my time
(I’m on my own, but not alone) x4
[End of song xD]:
I’m getting used to being taking for granite…
But, I hate it so much…all I do is throw a childish fit
I’m hanging by the last string ~
I loathe tragedy and its sting ~
~!@#$%^&*()_+=-)(*&^%$#@!`~
THE RABBLE-ROUSERS:
Can't define the last time we met.
That moment was very historical.
And it's always kept with a reminisce,
Since we all remain simply antithetical.
And it proves there's a mark of a refurbish,
Which shows our power as individuals.
That day could be full of benevolence,
Or possibly, it was totally a nightmare.
Probably I might have caused you some pain?
If so then,I'm selflessly sorry...
But what if you rather made me feel disdain?
Well, I don't wish you keep that as a worry,
Because I attribute you with a good memory.
So don't be bedridden with regrets.
Merely have a peace of mind,
For there to be a relaxation for your beating heart.
We're obviously the truths and lies we believe in.
And I'm sure destiny meant it all as we're living,
For us to understand the concept of humanity.
But as our thoughts and actions tread freely,
Some do regard themselves better than others,
Sadly in this impermanent place of ours.
And those people are 'Rabble-rousers'.
Who literally breeds anger and fracas,
By causing so many lives to be seen as failures.
Unto them do I trigger my bullets to eliminate.
Just to serve the downcast a dose of elevate,
In order to heal every heart based on a conjugate.
My lost friend for years,
I spent many days trying to find you.
I don't even know when we lost our communication,
but it happened. Perhaps we were to busy with our lives,
and in the middle, we untied our bonds.
We were young fighters,
helping each other all the time.
Enjoying our friendship
we've spent the best of those beloved moments that will never come back.
My dear Loly, believe me when I say that I tried hard to search for you, while the answers never came back. I don't know if you did the same, or you felt abandoned and gave up.
Your only child was your rose to water everyday after his father was too greedy to be encharged of both of you.
My dear friend Loly, you raised your beautiful rose alone, with your long journeys working for him to have a future.
You didn't care how tired you were, you wanted your child to have what you've never had.
My friend Loly, you tought me honesty, humility and wisdom,
and in spite of your battles, you always used to have a smile and good advice.
Now, I miss not only those beautiful moments, but I miss
not to have held your hand when you had the last breath.
My lost friend for years,
looking at the best beach in the world you are resting forever. Now saddly, I don't need to keep on searching for you anymore, because I know where I can visit you, that dark place where I have never meant to meet you again.
"It has been said that time heals, I do not agree with this,
emotional pain create scars, sad and sometimes beautiful;
invisible scars and we cope, but the scars are never gone."
Quote by _Poet
I have been running for most of my life,
but, once I was carefree, happy and unflawed;
until life stabbed my young heart with a knife,
for when my older sister died I was shock-awed.
From that day I was frozen in a silent tomb,
I was a little girl wrapped in a cloak of gloom;
too young to run away but I did in my mind,
could hear and see but inside me nothing twined.
I chose to run, but had I stayed . . .
When I was a teen I did run fast and far,
had no destination but I felt at last free;
the people I met were both nice and bizarre.
I walked the streets lost in a vast people sea.
Along the way I met a handsome man,
lived with him for awhile and then I ran.
Took a bus to another city quite busy,
where I met a guy who made my heart dizzy.
I chose to run, but had I stayed . . .
One day I realized what I was looking for,
so went home and knocked on my parent's door;
my family was so happy with love beautifully pure,
I held my parents and finally let my pain pour.
I chose to run, but should have stayed . . .
Had I stayed then I would have had support
I would known love and had a safe port
would not have wasted years running, running
and each one of my days would be stunning
well, as they say, it is never too late
by going home to family love I changed my fate
"Now, I embrace what made me a poet, my beautiful scars."
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November 03, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/I Have Beautiful Scars
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1498-781-03
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, I Chose to Run, But Had I Stayed
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 11/26/2022
Third Place
A boxer in the ring may think
He’s getting all the breaks;
Then bam! he’s down, for just like that,
One punch is all it takes.
I know exactly how he feels
For suddenly, today,
Whatever energy I had
Quite quickly drained away.
It happened as I headed home
From taking in a movie.
The walk was twenty-seven blocks,
But I was feeling groovy.
The last few streets seemed very long
And man, I sure was sweating.
I hoped that it was not the flu
That somehow I was getting.
I made it home and hit the couch
And fell into a sleep;
My dinner plans for later on
I knew I couldn’t keep.
Whatever hit me, from left field,
Was surely tantamount
To reeling from a punch that sent me
Flat out for the count.