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Every breath you take isn't good to take lightly
Every near death experience teaches that slightly
We're shown love from our friends and families constantly in every way
We take their presence for granted thinking they'll be there everyday
We take our five senses for granted and don't view them as gifts
We live life like its guaranteed and never think about what if's
Our lives are lived but not promised to no one
But we take risk and take chances with life just for fun
We think we're invincible and nothing can happen to us
We have youngsters into drugs exploring for that quick rush
We hold a grudge and stay angry with those who mean the most
Not realizing life is too short and we should be holding them close
We take things for granted because its part of our imperfection
But we lose life as quick as we gain it so you make the connection
Don’t Worry About The Small Things
Life is too short to worry.
Burdens are exhausting.
Always stressed.
Water under the bridge.
We all have problems.
We are consumed.
Life can be overwhelming.
Even the small things.
Not knowing.
Leave your worries behind.
Do you trust in him?
Do you ever look above?
Sometimes, wonder.
We don’t have all of the answers.
Waiting for a miracle.
Put your burdens in his hands.
He wants to carry our burdens.
We have to trust in him.
No matter how dark the road.
Don’t have to suffer long.
Hard times to grow.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Be patient for his calling.
No more worries.
Find a way.
His way.
We pledged a portion of our lives training ruling,
When is it thriving to mandate and perform?
What do words feign in the theater of living?
Unlike dance, which is an achievement charm.
I've barely suffered to forbear a lasting mark,
By betraying these futile sensations on paper,
I realize the purity of the most significant task,
My way of life would radically grip to remember.
The business idea made Disney on the up,
The reality of a dream versus advert view,
Undeniably we don't soar but rise each step,
For the view and attain our genuine shaw.
My performance overtakes that of the wise,
I meander from one to the closest, awestruck,
How are you presently, they enquire? A gaze,
"Oh me?" I say gently. I'm doing fine, not stuck.
A mistaken view of such a rare performance,
My rarest bestowal in a decade of struggle,
Oh, how I awed, dumbs that its discordance,
An act of the stage never held a snuggle.
After exerting my skills, I left the spot right,
My faint dwell bears me with joy and calm,
When the sun sets, I gain peace in the night,
Hastily, the veil will fall off, so I won't harm.
Stain not letting, be diverted by anything,
Whatever deeds to hail you, elect varying,
Essay not inciting to be swung by any turmoil,
Any lifestyle drive love, trust, and verity,
Recall that life is too short not to dwell fully.
1st place contest winner
Written: May 14, 2022
The Greatest Performance of My Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
I was thinking
It would be different
Seems familiarity breeds contrition.
All I get from you is competition;
You used to listen, now you are always contrite;
At all cost, you wanted to be right,
While I wanted to be effective.
We are getting nowhere fast,
me feeling more neglected.
When your wrongs, became too strong
It was time for me to get gone.
You complained and nitpicked
You were supposed to be my safe world.
Follow the trail of tears
There is a message to be found
Loud and clear.
If you had paid attention
To the signs, read the handwriting on the wall.
Yet, you got the mess, and missed the message,
I pulled out all the tricks I knew,
desperate to continue loving you;
Even when the thrill was gone,
I still stayed, and prayed yet,
you made our bed with thorns,
I pulled out my magic wand
And abracadabra said, “horns be gone”.
I begged for your tender side;
I was tired of the “paper chase”
Sex was more like marital rape.
I needed that extra kiss and hug
there will be no makeup sex;
As you walk around the bedroom and flexed.
Since you love only yourself
I am going somewhere else.
Before I become reclusive,
Your sense of humor is abusive.
I felt there was no use;
Tonight, there’ll be; no dinner waiting:
No more anticipating; just a note, to say
“You're not funny -just a joke”
Tired of dangling on this rope.
Life is too short- I’m out like smoke.
I made a conscious choice to leave.
Needed room to breathe.
Going elsewhere to seek my needs
Breaking the ties that bind.
Searching to find, my own mind.
Your wrong is too strong-
And your right is too light.
Whatever be my plight,
I’ll take my chances elsewhere.
I’ll be finding my future without you”
Abracadabra, I am gone!
A kiss.
It’s time to reminisce about a lovers kiss;
So soft were the lips, such a feeling of bliss.
Such ecstasy to be found in such loving lips;
The wetness of those lips covered in red lipstick.
With no need for a tongue, the tenderness of a beloved hug;
An embrace of love, a loving sense of warmth.
So soft to the touch, so full of love,
So full of joy; such a lovely feeling of mutual trust.
The holding of the hands and the needy longing;
The mutual understanding and plans for a future wedding.
With each other together, dreaming of lasting forever.
Such Heaven to be seen shining from two birds of a feather.
Lying next to each other, in bed eternally happy;
So quick to forgive and forget any quirks or misery.
Such peace to be found, such happiness;
Such blissful neglect of a busy life,
With too little time with each other to spend.
Life is too short, so live for love;
I live and breathe to love, because I need to love.
I need your love, I crave to be loved;
I need to love, because I love to love.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Life is too short
Life is too short, not to say love you
I’ve lived life beside you everyday
But I could never get enough of you
Life is short
So short
To stand by and hate your sister or brother
I don’t even get to see my brother anymore
So quit acting like calling your sibling is a daring chore
Life is too short
We need to learn to love one another just a tad bit more
I love Whitney and my dogs
Thats who I do it for
Life is too short
Johnny short
You’re down with me at my cake day party
Be down with me in court
Life is midget short
Too short
To live without a plan
Life is too short
You should know where you stand
My Life is too short to constantly live in fear
Life is too short to barely making it through the year
My Life is too short
Not to do something new
Life is too short not to say I love you
Wasting time
Shortens life
Spending time
Studying other people
One's you don't care about
Wondering could you be like them
Succumbing yourself to doubt
Doing things
You never wanted to
I’ve lived life beside you everyday
But I could never get enough of you
Telling yourself
What you cannot do
Telling lies to yourself
Then saying that you never knew
Life is too short not to say love you
Questioning Life
Rather than
Trying to find out the answer on your own
Scolding at yourself
With a constant pity tone
If it didn't make you happy
Then it wasn't worth your time
I could never get enough of you
I’ve screwed fate and denied hate
Learn to adore
Don't fear what's beyond the shore
Don't cry during the night
Do it in broad daylight
So that someone will see
How much you are suffering
It's okay to hurt
Because your feelings come first
Learn to accept care
Remember to love your own share
Life is too short not to say I love you
When I was 14 I learned to appreciate being 5’2
Had to find happiness in myself
Before I found you
Where they can find you
Is right next to me
All 2 quarters and 5’3 of me
I’m already short
So when it comes to money you can’t short me
Time is money and money is time
And I have to make enough of both for those after and before me
Tuesday morning detectives at my door
In an instant life can get gory
Call my mother and tell her I love her
I’m glad I’m free to tell you this story
Its hard out here a shorty
Life’s short shorty
Our eyes met across a crowded room
You blew me a kiss and it lifted the gloom
Strode over to me and asked me to dance
I held on tightly – wasn’t missing this chance
The attraction between us now is woken
Our eyes conversing the only words spoken
I pull you close your shapely bottom I'm clutching
Our lips so close though not yet touching.
My eyes fall upon your left hand
There was a telltale ring sign – I didn’t understand
How could you be acting like you were really ‘free’
I don’t want to hear 'my wife doesn’t understand me'
There is no ring because I was betrayed
If she had been faithful I would have stayed
I won't deny it was painful but life is too short for regret
Truth I've been seeking and truth I've just met.
Well I’ve heard it a thousand times before
We’ll end up as lovers then you’ll walk out the door
I need a man that I can really trust
Not one whose eyes are simply filled with lust
It is not lust within my eyes you see
But an appreciation of all that could be
Feel our hearts beating chest to breast
Allow the truth from our hearts put your fears to rest.
There is a look of honesty in your big brown eyes
I find you so attractive that fact I can't disguise
So lets take things slowly it's a chance we cannot miss
Out lips lock together in a tender kiss
Happy to take things slowly, what need have we of haste
I feel I am in heaven with my arms around your waist
I swear I almost fainted when we sat down on the bench
You reveal your inner passion with our kisses turning French.
Just as passion is rising my mobile phone it rings
I pause so I can answer it and the news it brings
My husband he is on his way, oh damn I forgot about him
Better dash off my love and forget this night of sin.
6th May 2014
Written by 'JaDazzle' - Jan Allison and Darren Watson
There is no money in poetry
The foundations have been laid, now the money needs to be made.
I want to become a full time poet; how do I make this pay?
Is there anybody out there willing to offer a helping hand?
If poems were worthy £1, I would have made a grand.
What is poetry worth?
I know the value of words;
But what hope is there for a future,
When poetry is all free, just like music?
We live in a changing world.
Still seeking a publisher;
Still seeking inspiration.
Still seeking enlightenment;
Still in need of a vacation.
I write at least one poem a day; now I’m on book twenty two.
I like that Twenty One Pilots song they are playing;
I wish I could know what you think. What will it take to prove,
That people like my poetry and the words that I use?
No other job will ever inspire me, I have a vocation;
This is my truth. This is what I do.
Please send a sign, or a contract to sign;
It’s a sign of the times, that there is no money in rhymes.
I’m not asking for much money; just enough to live comfortably.
I dream of having my books published; no I’m not being funny.
I’m deadly serious; this is what I need, what I want.
I want to be a poet; I will do whatever I must.
My life is too short on this Earth to be lying, in the sun;
I must write, I must yearn; I must believe and I must trust.
One thousand poems written; some good, some bad.
But the majority are welcomed with open hands. I gave it all I had.
I am still a novice; I am always honest.
I am getting better with age; even if this poem doesn’t show it.
This is truth, this is real; now let it pay for my meals.
I am humble before all poets; if you ask I will kneel.
I will beg you to just take a look at my works;
Do not judge me by just one poem. That is all I ask;
Surely this I deserve.
No poet can always be perfect;
My style may be different to theirs,
But we are all worthy of your notice…
Let us know that you care.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The Duality of Man
Black and blue.
False or true.
Heaven or Hell?
Me or you?
Life or death?
Loud or mute.
Do we keep our eyes closed?
Or do we see a way through?
Hot or cold?
Tea or chocolate?
Coca Cola = Subconscious adverts.
Roll the dice and place your bets!
Be alone all the time,
Or name a pet.
Do what you like,
Or what you are told.
Do you love Him? Or Her?
Decide before you are too old.
Be one of the common people,
Or break the mold.
Make your own choices.
Do you stay or do you go?
Work for the state (of mind), if you have the time.
Remain independent, or change your mind.
The NHS is the best!
You could choose private.
Pick up a gun or a pen…
Grow up or remain a kid.
Life is about choices, so I choose life.
Life is too short to be worrying about time.
Reinvent yourself as many times as you like.
With every day there is a new age,
So why not smile,
Instead of cry.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Why did you send her?
Was she some sort of test?
As visions of her dance through my head
A silent scream erupts from my chest
I had life figured out
I thought I understood
I was content
Everything was good
Now that I know of her
Her absence is pure hell
Now that I know true happiness
Without her I will never be well
It shouldn’t have happened
But we both decided this was true love
When I look at you
It’s as if you were sent from the heavens above
God took the blueprint
Straight from my head
You showed me heaven
When “I Love You” you said
Your eyes tore through me
Looked straight into my heart
I knew I loved you
From the very start
You told me too
You said you knew I was the one
Life is too short
We should not be done
In order to be together
We must in inflict pain
Will others sorrow
Be worth our gain
We decided
To be noble was the way to go
What lurks behind these sad eyes?
Only she will know
I’ve known the heaven
Of true love under the dark night sky
Now I know the hell
Of helplessly watching the same love die