Long Lately Poems
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I've always had my pen and paper rescue me from my thoughts
Now..now i feel i have to rescue them from your toxicity
'Cause lately you've been all that runs through my mind
You seem to interfere with my every thought
And i just comprehend to the scale of each interference
I feel so caged , i feel so naked...
I am so subdued to reason that;
I had taken your love and painted a fine piece of art
And hanged it upon the walls of my heart
A sacred place within this museum
That you chose to tear apart....
I'd expected you to show some thriftness to my heart
But you went rough on it
Now I'm left to deal with these broken pieces
My knees have helped me always.
From my crawling toddlerhood
To my trike, then 2-wheeled riding,
If I needed them, they would…
Let me walk for many miles,
Help me climb up many stairs;
Do aerobics in a gym class,
Reach for shelves from tops of chairs.
On my knees, I’ve dug and planted
Bulbs so daffodils would grow.
I’ve bent down to tie a thousand shoes,
Scrubbed floors so they would glow.
I have jogged and danced and boogied
And played lots of running sports
And throughout, my knees have given me
The greatest of supports.
But at last, with age advancing,
From some things I must refrain
For my trusty knees have lately
Just provided me with pain.
5/10/21
"Strangely"
Withdrawals getting shaky
I can't think or see straightly
I'll stay stuck or I'll break free
They thought I was just being shady
It made me
Or was able to break me
A change in me
Or still the same me
Continued on more sanely
Or started going crazy
I held on bravely
It all went bad, or was all gravy
Got the job done or I didn't and was lazy
Lifeforms full of vigor, others hanging on faintly
Species with soft or rugged skin that is smooth or scaly
The picture quality was great or it was far too grainy
Days and nights stayed sunny or got rainy
From here to I-80
To way beyond Haiti
Getting spacey
In a room that is hazy
Too many people being flaky
If need be, I'll hit those with the impact of a comet named Halley
Like the world did to me, paid no mind or I said "Ahoy Matey!"
Feeling pain-free or achy
Endless heartbreak for me
Hard to relate to me
Living life strangely
And quaintly
To put it plainly
I was all for it, fully against this or it was a maybe
Falling into a pit, instead of improving greatly
Sober for a brief period, now I get drunk and high on the daily
I was going up, but I've been going downhill lately
I put myself in danger, yet for others I offered safety
Only one way to find out, if you got what it takes to be
If this is the first, then what happens at stage three?
If I ever have a baby
And she's a girl, then I'll name her Hailey
What about Amy
Stacy
Or Bailey and Paisley
If not, then how about Daisy
Casey and Macy
or Katie?
Before and after I turn eighty
Give my all and do my best, so she can turn in a wonderful lady
2025.2.19
Conflict of interest.
Since when did I start facing that?
Why did it happen all the time?
Did I have its meaning misinterpreted?
Was there a term to describe,
How, all of a sudden,
You felt some things in life,
Like they have reached the end of their lines.
Every day, I struggle, pleasure or pressure,
Physical or mental, medical or financial,
Exhausted travelling to enjoyed playing the piano,
Attempted paying non-PBS medicines
To drain my non-existing saving.
Tried hard to remember the music,
Ended up with headache.
Used the sustain's pedals,
Ended up hurting my leg's muscles.
Once, I had to juggle
To visit my friend in hospital,
And assisted the doctors
To understand his medical conditions,
Or to help my mother in finishing,
Her Birthday wishes wordings.
For nearly two decades,
I survived without money.
Did I have any of it?
By chance, I found this place,
Since then I could relax a bit,
Of the finance's issue.
Where I visited and what I did there
Was quite legistimate and fair,
It was heaven when you had fun,
But it became hell when you were done.
I did quite alright until last year,
I decided to give all that a miss,
When I meet and spend time with you.
You did not influence me nor knew anything about it.
It was my own decision and
There was big conflict of interest.
How did it happen?
Well, it gave me financial secure,
Whereas I was on nine clouds,
When you were around.
Now everything ended,
Your friendship and my finance.
I did not and would not blame you.
There was no obligation on your part,
Purely was my personal decision.
I accepted and did not regret it.
Last but not least, it has happened lately,
When someone promised to help me
More about the Poetry website,
Then he disappeared, no contact, not in person, nor on line.
Therefore, everytime I logged in,
First thing appeared on my screen,
Was someone being an active "Follower",
I had to figured out how to get around,
To log in properly and ended up spending lot of time.
I was wondering, if I touched the botton,
"Unfollow" next to the follower's name,
What would happen then?
Should I just remove it and get on with it.
Have I defined correctly the meaning of Conflict of Interest?
Been in a bit of a funk lately
Have I finally reached the end
No quatrains, couplets or narratives
No words of wisdom to send
At first I thought, oh I'll be back
Humming along as before
Don't get yourself in a great big flap
Lately I'm not quite so sure
Wishful thinking was part of it
It's lot more serious than I thought
The well's running dry, pretty sure
In a permanent funk I'm caught
Need a great event to inspire me
It's only a matter of time
I'll be back on track and zinging along
And once again I'll be fine
In no time at all I'll be smiling again
So why am I feeling so down
Feel like this old King of the Jesters
Is somehow losing his crown
Hey neighbor,
It's too easy to blame the government
for your own sorry @ss life
but the government is
nothing but a spoiled
funhouse reflection of yourself
they fight like children
unwilling to negotiate
play games, steal frequently
play hopscotch with our faith.
Hey neighbor,
with the complainer's mouth,
what have you done for your country lately
aside from putting drugs in its mouth
flashing hate-burn it down
destroying monuments
spray paint, worship-burn flags.
if you want to turn it around
start simple by not smoking grass
it'll turn you into a lazy ass zombie.
make you lay blame for your lack of character
and you may want to cover the crack of your @ss
no employer will hire you and that vertical smile.
If you have a child, be a real man-take care of your children
they need you to guide them and elevate their lives
from the poverty line
It's all in your hands.
hey neighbor!
I’ve always been and always will be, just me
Always trying my best, to live authentically
I’ve been known for facing truth and facts
Sometimes a burden to carry, for life it impacts
Often attacked by those who don’t want to see things
I can be out casted for what my information brings
Yes, in what seems a long life, it has been a theme
But, is everything always exactly what it may seem?
I live and learn, trying to do my best to care
But, I’m just me, sometimes like a bird caught in a snare
Set by those in places, who choose only one way
I release myself free, picking up pieces to a broken day
I am just me, trying to find a free way to dance
In a world of restrictions, where I make my stance
I can survive, heal, and surely I can always grow
But there is one thing for certain, that I know
I am just me today and forward, my soul will not change
In this flow of days lately, full of things to rearrange
I am just me day to day, as I have been from the start
So, I may scream in silence or cry upon dry ground,
But, I will keep speaking truth and share what I’ve found
Some may listen or others may slam the door
But my words will keep flowing, as my voice reaches the shore
Heidi Sands
10/21/21
Take a minute and just stop
Before I have a broken heart
Something isn't going well
From this night of living hell
That came out of nowhere fast
Something made you go and snap
Making you turn into someone
I've never seen you become
Please breath slowly and relax
Your anger is to the max
I want to help and know what's wrong
Your violence is way too strong
You need to settle down a bit
Controlling this new rage of fit
So we can talk and get through
Whatever's bothering you
I don't care how long it takes
I'm a friend who wants to make
A smile show up again
Let me know how to begin
Cause I will be here for you
Even if the whole night through
A punching bag I have to be
To release the misery
That has gotten you so riled
Please confess what turned you wild
I am scared for my friends safety
We have gotten so close lately
And don't want to see you hurting
Believe me when I say there's nothing
I wont do or even give
To make sure that you will live
Without pain that fills your heart
I care for you a very lot
Robin Davis
Romance (Friendship) category
I have received a lot of unexpected sad news from friends lately
- But this shocked me -
I came home from town and my neighbor with her younger daughter approached me
She asked, did you hear? I said what?
She told me her husband died in a tractor trailer accident!
As I was responding, her daughter suddenly started hugging me and would not let go!
I kept hugging her tightly and kept talking as my mind tried to absorb the shocking news
A heavy sadness consumed me
I told them I know what loss is like and gave all the positive advice and support I could
For some reason the world seemed small
Just the 3 of us standing there as pain lingered in the air
- God Bless Them -
Heidi Sands
3/7/26
(C)opyright
Take me to a time
When there was no water
Take me to a time
When innocence
Couldn’t describe your daughter
When the only path
Was a stairway to no where
When you only think strangers care
Only to find
No one even bothers to stare
Is that how it used to be?
The more you tell me
The further I see
Is that how it used to be?
Were you all alone?
With no where to roam
No place to call home
Did you make soup from stone?
And when you looked toward the mirror
Did you see only a skeleton of aging bones?
Do you miss the laughter?
Do you miss wanting to see
Who would remain there after?
Do you still chase a hopeless dream?
Do you still lead a life broken in scenes?
Is everything we stand for just a fading theme?
Do you still move as often as dust on a windy day?
Do you still wish for Decembers so cold
That you’d sell your only belongings
To see early days of May
Is that how it used to be?
Was that you, all alone, with no where to roam
No place to call home
Did you make soup from stone?
Lately have you only seen a skeleton of aging bones?