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I never always truly sometimes
Wish I could be just like you
Better than not just good enough
One of the rare unlucky few
To be calm cool and uncollected
To be at the bottom of the perceptual top
Bopping to the sound of a dyslexic drummer
Whetting appetites I just cannot stop
To be imprisoned in the prison of freedom
Doing those things I shouldn't want to do
Left right forward back at the beginning
Like a child size adult version of you
I never always truly sometimes
Wish I could be the only one me
A little eccentric somewhat normal
Wondering towards who I wish to be
For nothing is everything I wanted
Now everything is nothing worthwhile
I live in the moment of forever
Trying to turn back a broken fixed dial!
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
The Million Dollar Question
There are lots of questions
That go through my head
Should I ask them
Or are they better left unsaid
All kind of thoughts
All kind of visions
Making sure I make the right decision
Going through a tunnel
Still remaining humble
I may have fallen or even stumbled
But I still stood
Through the bad and the good
The million dollar question
Still stands
Why do we try to impress so many people on land?
Where's the helping hand ?
Has it left ?
Do we feel as we can do it ourself?
What about our wealth
From within
Did we let it end
What about friends
When times get rough
Will you help them get through some stuff
The million dollar question
Why so much rejection?
To the world
What happened when people use to care
What happened with dreams we use to share
What happened to teams that use to put in work ?
Why do we focus so much on being hurt
Or hurting each other
What happened to us loving one another
And the support
Why did it leave
Why are so many people feeled with greed
I've asked all these questions for our protection
You choose which is your million dollar question?
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
11/23/2019
The youngest boy was killed in Lebanon
My oldest died in the Mekong
I’m left here with only one son
The draft dodger that we named Tom
Our family traditions were strong
We haven’t seen the boy for so long
My anger just isn’t worth it any more
Now I just want my boy back in the door.
Come on home, come on home,
You’ve been gone way too long.
Come on home, come on home,
Your mother waits at the door.
I said some awful things in my pride,
Words that ran like bad, bitter blood.
But a man learns where his heart’s been denied,
When a father’s got no son.
My mind has opened and so too my heart,
I learned the hard way with boys that are gone.
I understand now where it fell apart,
I’m really sorry—that’s where I’ll start.
Come on home,
You’ve been gone way too long.
Come on home.
A thousand miles to go and a dollar to my name.
A chip upon my shoulder right next to all the blame.
I’m running from the future, I’m running from the past.
I may be going nowhere but I’m going to get there fast.
Heading toward the mountains, find a cave where I can hide.
I told her I’d be back but I think she knew I lied.
I thought it could be different but I’ll always be the same,
A thousand miles to go and a dollar to my name.
A thousand miles to go and a dollar to my name.
Temporarily insane, at least that’s what I’ll claim.
Prosecutor, judge and jury stalking right behind.
I hope she will believe me when I say I’ve lost my mind.
I started out with nothing but the clothes upon my back.
Left behind the little things, now I feel the lack.
Just when you learn the rules love will always change the game.
A thousand miles to go and a dollar to my name.
A thousand miles to go and a dollar to my name.
It’s long past time to leave but I’m very glad I came.
I knew my time was up when I saw her loaded gun.
On your mark, get set and go. So long and it’s been fun.
All the things I told her just hoping she’d believe.
Now I just don’t know exactly who has been deceived.
But I am just a lone wolf, a beast she’ll never tame.
A thousand miles to go and a dollar to my name.
( It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears.
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )
I knew you before I met you
cage crossing through mad books
your stainless leap
forcep-blessed
matrix-reprieved
weaving bled-shred
embers to god-pled
braving
the cairn of night
to do full
dubious ends
god's just
flung to hijacked earth as
after-thought
of finer stone
slashed lash skin broke to Moses hues
whose mode struck cursed
to sudden wander
to tower-armed berths annexed next in
your voyeur's finger rage
to run abducted through heuristic sunk-end heads
and sacrifice your brokered queen
prove your tongue-burning tears
a strangled pen
inched favor from chain-shell shouts
sieved by sheltering friends
savaged the race-card feeds
fouled in chilling fidgets
glyphed everyman's advance
to cherish one ascending
giving divinity thought-shadow charges
to dodge doc's sunny reparteé
finally
bipolar glue-power unclogs the gash
cherish your psyche's wormwood-hack
your peace-ink cooling blue
your snow-truth judgement bridged
with one bank and a gun
whose prophet
son of none
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Notes:
1. A journalist once asked the Dalai Lama if he had to reduce the teachings of Buddhism to one word, what would it be. His response was; "Compassion".
If asked to do the same for Christianity, my word, similarly, would be: "Kindness".
Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.
A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.
Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.
Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died
The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.
Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.
Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.
And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.
*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???
some ladies are annoyed
because boys will be boys
they call it toxic masculinity
based on logic they think they see
feeling there is a need
to teach us boys
how we should be
and that means more pleasant
than we are presently
they say that because they know more
that’s what they say but I’m not too sure
believing they’ve been sent to save us
from our ghastly horrid behaviours
when really they should go away
or understand the way we play
cus they see nastiness in us
interactions torturous
that we banter just because
that's the way been taught to us
by the older males who are horrible
according to these women fools
who fail to understand the difference
between hurtful and hate filled speeches
and banter with our near and dearest
for laughter to make an appearance
through their eyes it’s all just weirdness,
but then again they’ve got no shlong
they ain’t men so they are wrong
don’t like what you’re looking at move along
men and women are not the same
we use humour we call names
while you judge us like we’re insane
then interact just to complain
and tell us our ways can’t remain,
I think you might have half a brain
please remember
we’re different genders
and you can’t mend what you ain’t been
just go on home luv and flick your bean
then try and learn to understand
that men don’t flick they hold in hand
we’ve very different parts on us
and banter isn’t harming rough
because it’s humour look that word up
then look up the word retardedness
that’s you little Miss Marvellous
as you have never been a boy
next time when you feel annoyed
coming our way with your noise
is not a very clever choice
no patience left for your stupid voice
boys will be boys
and since you ain’t one
Bugger off!!
Girls fight behind each other’s backs,
Why don’t you concentrate on that,
not like boys who go face to face,
no, because women prefer to be two faced,
honourless bitterness and all a fake,
behaviour littered with mistakes!
Understand your flipping place!!
Canis Lupus
The sound of a pin drop in the
kitchen downstairs wakens me.
I get a whiff of a strange scent
not one I can identify.
My eyes open and I can
see in the dark.
Unusual, as I always stub
my toe on something.
The nightlight is on and
I make my way to the bathroom.
I glance in the mirror and
see a strange face look back at me.
Yellow eyes, dark black pupils
look out from narrow slits.
Long pointy snout with
silky whiskers from each side.
Jet black lips curve back, reveal
yellowish curved fangs.
Pink tongue with dripping saliva
hangs out the left side of the mouth.
A full moon shines through
the bathroom window.
I feel the call of the wild
in my bones.
As I bound down the stairs
nothing can stop me.
At last I am free to live
the life I was called to.
Up here in Canada we have our own words
Everywhere does, some think ours are absurd
Between toques, hosers and rhyming currency
Like loonies and toonies, we do speak uniquely
But narrow it down to one province specific
Our Saskatchewan tongue is fairly prolific
We drive on the blacktop to get to the grid
To get to the cabin you went to as a kid
Past the RM’s to grab a two four o’ Pil
Put on my bunnyhug to ward off a chill
Wearing thongs in the summer to the river and back
But the ones on our feet, not the ones up our crack
Kitty-corner from the LB is the Rider store
For watermelon helmets, jerseys and more
Our die-hard fans, they all bleed green
Filling the stands, not a bush league team
Daylight savings? Not on our clocks or phones
For anyone in Saskabush or Pile’o’Bones
Or Elbow, Eyebrow, Climax and Oxbow
Moosejaw, Moosamin and Findlater also
And if you were in P.A. for any time spent
You’d know poor deadly is a compliment
Swimming at Pike used to give you the itch
But it’s all better now so jump in, in your gitch
Even if you’re in the city you know everyone
Probably from the small town that their cousin is from
Someone always chuckles when they say Speedy Creek
We like eating dainties, drinking Vico and Beep
Land of the living skies on or license plates
With good prairie storm clouds, the view’s kinda great
Take a left by the elevator and a right at the barn
Keep going until you’re 20 clicks past the farm
See the dog with one ear up and one ear down
And those are all the directions to get to that town
Full of colloquialisms you may not know well
If you're not from the easy to draw, hard to spell ;)