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I use to look and learn
Now I learn and look
I realize I am a version
Of an unopen book
Page by page
It keep turning
The fire in my words keep burning
I am who
Let me explain
I am more than just a name
I am the chain that breaks generational curses
The lyrics In unread verses
I am the seed and the soil
I am the water that boils
I am the cake that's been baked
I am the solution to when there is a lot on my plate
I am the tradition to a traditional setting
I am the bet to the betting
I am the sweat that keeps sweating
For determination
To win no matter how much I fall I get back up again
And again , and again
I am the boat that soaks up all the tears after all these years
I am the leg that stands
I am the worshipping hands
I am the circumstances
I am greater
I am the now and definitely the later
I am the future
To a futureless world
I am a woman no longer a little girl
I am the dream
Most could only imagine
I am a trainer the horses keep saddling
Like we battling with how to start
A new thing
Like self love ,love self
Wealth , health , finances
The Lord setting up advances
I am the water that flows so clear and calm
I am so bomb
I am so dope
I'm the realest out here folks
No jokes just facts
I am the one to have your back
Pick up the slack
Lay it back down
I am what you want around
I am to
The new version
Of a unfinished song
The lip balm
The chosen one
Not frozen one
My heart is warm
Ready to give and receive
Please let me make it clear
I am the VOICE BEHIND THE PEN my dear
I am the factor to the fear
I am here
I am still
The dose of a pill
The one to keep it real
I am the sealed note
That hasn't been open
I. Am the token of spoken word
I am more than what you see I'm heard!!!
I am that word
You'll see
I am ME!!!!
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
12/07/2021
Outside, inside,
Up and down,
To the upside of the downside
To my final step, and the squeak of a shrew
I am the rock that bears the weather
And the fire that eats the heather
I am the self in selfish desires, as
I float higher and higher and
I dream in my cadavered recumbency
To but fall down, and
Drown in the salt of the sea.
Slashed sweetness of my sweet seventeen
Burns with the berevity, and
A brisk bleed
As I succumb to my disease.
So let the wind whisk away my cares
Let the naked air style my hair
And I'll wear what I'll wear
Let me orbit the stars between my scars, and
Let me be, let me...
Can you hear me God, are you up there listening to my words,
I have lots of questions for you to answer, lots of whys;
Like, why did you take my big sister far up above to be with you,
Mother said you needed a little girl with wings in heaven.
Why did you not take me instead, then mother would not cry,
And father would not weep when he was talking of her;
And God why did you make me different from other little girls,
Why was I so quiet and lonely reading books and writing.
I was not like other little kids, I was always thinking of things,
Wanting to explore nature instead of playing with others;
Refusing to eat animals and weeping because they were killed.
Are you there God, can you explain life and all to this girl.
I understand why you took my true love from me that day,
He was always driving his car too fast, he was doomed;
But God, why my babies could you have not left them here,
As I stand at their grave with clenched fists, I ask you why.
Are you listening to me God, can you tell me why I write,
Why do I have this need and passion for words on paper;
I understand that mother was sick, but father why so suddenly,
Do you have a purpose for me in this life, if so what is it.
Well God, I guess that's it for now, please give mother a hug,
And father and all the rest I love you have taken up above;
Even those pets that shattered my heart when they departed,
Are you there God, why is there so much suffering in the world.
Well, I'm waiting, God . . .
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October 14, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Can You Hear Me God
Copyright Protected, ID 15-717-069-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Are You There God,
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
I have retired
It was not what I thought I would ever do
I used to say “I will be taken out in a body bag when I am 92.”
That is what I thought would happen.
God heard this and laughed.
Okay, little girl, he said, “you are not in charge. I am.”
He made me so ill I took twelve sick days in Jan and Feb.
I have never taken twelve sick days in one year in my life
I started feeling better
So I said to myself “You could substitute teach next year.”
God laughed and made me so ill
I had to take nine more sick days.
He must have something planned for me.
I always go into His plans kicking, yelling and screaming.
Even though they are always better than any of my plans.
I'm glad to meet you! I'm hopefully lost.
I was accidentally abandoned here.
You're thinking I look adorable,
But trust me, I'm sadder than I appear.
Dear stranger, I beg you, string me up
So that I can be easily found.
Yikes, look at me! I'm as dirty as a pig.
I'm so tired of lying on the ground.
I wish to return as soon as possible
To a little girl crying her eyes out.
I'm drifting farther and farther from home.
The wind keeps blowing me about.
Dear stranger, I don't want to be replaced.
Help me get back where I belong,
Lest I'm completely forgotten; my bond
With my toddler friend is just too strong.
She was a little maiden, made of snow
Born of ice and cold and frost one night,
Who yearned to feel the love that humans know,
That brings their hardened human hearts to light,
The love that warms them with its fire so bright.
Her parents fashioned her one day from ice,
And that same evening, there they saw a sight,
A little girl, so beautiful and nice.
As she grew up, their little girl became
A friend to all she met there; even then
She still knew she and they were not the same,
For they could love, and she could not. The men
Would court the ladies, but the handsome Len
Wished her to court, the maiden made of ice.
She asked her loving mother, and again
Her loving mother gave her this advice:
“My little maiden, made of snow,” she said,
“If you felt love within your heart, you’d melt,
For love is warmth, and you are cold as lead;
You’d vaporize, as if by fire or smelt.
Your fate is yours alone; it’s what you’re dealt,
And though with human love you would be dead,
I will not have a child who’s never felt.”
And so with grief, her mother acquiesced;
The little maiden made of snow would feel.
She wanted for her daughter all the best,
There is no life without a love that’s real.
So soon her heart the handsome Len would steal,
And she stole his as well, and felt so free,
And with a ring before her he would kneel
And ask for her his one true love to be.
‘Twas then the maiden felt it all begin,
The death arrived of which her mother spoke;
Her heart, for love, was melted from within,
The frozen ice which made her soon was broke,
And though ‘twas only for love that she woke,
That love melted her cold heart from inside,
As if the fates were playing some cruel joke,
And that’s how little Snegurochka died.
I want to run her thoughts
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just old, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint
Dinner out together,
the background music is too loud.
I can hardly hear her words,
she barely hear mine
An owl in a hollow tree can hear the whole dark forest.
I imagine I am roosting in her throat,
listening, not to her words or mine,
but Brailing my way around her silence.
Then I hear it, there between her vocal folds
a little girl is weeping,
a mother belittles and scolds.
The server comes around. “How you’ll doing.”
She and the waitress look to me,
but I am still in the hollow of her throat
a space now witnessing
my own doleful litany of sad songs.
"A person who never made a mistake;
never tried anything new." Albert Einstein
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This poet girl,
wrote in crayon, then gave pens a whirl;
I made mistakes- lots of spelling errors,
being told gave me terrors.
But, I was just a little girl with stories to tell,
so grandma gave me a dictionary to help me spell;
yet in bad grammar I seemed to dwell,
and still words I would unfurl.
I love writing,
to me a struggle worth fighting;
many said you have no talent- just stop,
not listening I let my words drop.
And drop they did- for failure is a word not a tattoo,
I wrote poems and poems and set them free into the blue;
and in time my style and talent grew,
mistakes are lessons exciting.
Yes, I prevail,
a warrior who sometime will fail;
did I misunderstand or misinterpret those words,
oh, were they meant to break my heart to shards.
For with words there is a power,
and that strength can lead to disaster;
but no matter- I now forget faster,
and my words set sail.
"No surrender, No yielding, No giving up!"
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August 25, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Overcoming Mistakes
Copyright Protected, ID 1175-768-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Overcoming Mistakes
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
THE JOKER
Come at me Joker you will.
Got your eyes following me like steel.
A piece of me do you need.
Hell, take a few limbs off my tree.
Why did you leave that note on my wall??
Now I fear this echo-y call!
You left (ME) P.D. afraid of the dark.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I'm hiding under my covers, trembling at your weak bark.
I'm so scared,
I'm sleeping with one eye open~
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"
I even sleep with the lights on.
sigh!" Sigh!" SIGH!"
I Can't let this go on.
A break in the wind,
Did you follow me again??
I hear this tune playing in my head.
LAUGHING and LAUGHING!
I panic with so many tears to shed!
Like a little girl, my hair I twirl.
Why is it me you dread??
This TUNE is making me shiver and quiver like a kid.
Your watching me slither back into bed.
This LAUGHING!
This TUNE I fear!
The noise is growing NEAR.
NEARER and NEARER!
My face is turning white like the dead.
I keep pressing my hands against my ears.
This tune starts to thicken the flow in my veins.
"FINALLY!"
You drive me INSANE.
I get the nerve to look under my bed.
What the FUDGE, is this doing under my bed??
Is this a jack in the box??
Joker are you FREAKING with my head??
A joke a laugh this DESTROYER has lied.
You don't got what it takes to make me hide.
Your trap fell into the pit of my abyss.
I've been waiting for you behind close doors.
We both hide behind a mask.
Your head falls upon my checkered board floor.
I am still P.D., and your masquerade is over my friend.
I've come to destroy the joke you left on my end.
A trick--A riddle--A joke--A game--
Lets call it your death sentence.
I already tagged your stone with my name.
The POET DESTROYER was here : )
And left her name on your headstone of shame.
**the JOKER - re-post**
from: the POET DESTROYER
to: the JOKER *from the poetry pub*
I will turn back the old pages of time,
to mom's flowers and this little girl;
mom filled my pool and in I jumped,
she called me pixie and I giggled.
Then she turned to her garden,
trimming black-eyed susan;
and white shasta daisies,
and we helped too.
I had my own tools,
I worked hard too;
she gave me a small patch in the sunshine,
with bright petunias and yellow marigolds.
Mom planted coneflowers for the monarchs,
I planted columbine for the hummingbirds;
and yarrow for bees,
oh, I loved the garden.
And I loved mom too,
and the lilies, blue bell flowers, and violets;
oh, that crazy creeping thyme,
this is a treasured page in the book of my life.
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June 20, 2016
Verse
Submitted to the contest, New/Old 2
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place