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I've lamented my own existence for years
Evidenced by my tears and fears
I gave a damn too much what other people thought
Wondering in me what they might have ever sought
I lost myself in the wicked ways of this life
Sealing the chains and feeding my own strife
But I'm tired of all the games and the blame
I've lost years of my life to lame shame
Allow me to articulate that I am a man with flaws
But that doesn't mean I deserve life's cold jaws
I've got a lot to offer this world both inside and out
So I'm tired of living in a cloud of doubt
This new veil has been lifted like a lifelong curse
As I spill my soul to write a brand new verse
No more crying and debating and hating my fortunes
I'll create my own luck as I sing happy tunes
In rhyme I feel in time a shy guy's heart can shine
Just scrub the stains and you'll find something divine
I've got a golden heart that's been sullied too long
And I'll be damned if I don't take a stand and say I belong
Just give me a chance to show I haven't lost a step in this dance
Because with confidence I'm ready to look for romance
And I'm sure I'll fall aplenty even with this new guise
But guys all I can say is my eyes are locked on the skies
And as I wind down this last spoken word write
My hands are trembling but I'm ready to fight
My eyes are filled with tears but I'm filled with might
I've lamented my own existence for years
Evidenced by my tears and fears
But I'm here to say that a shy guy can't just survive
In this cold world he will also thrive
The bell on the door woke the vendor mid snore
There seemed to be nobody there
But then when he looked a little bit more
He spotted the little lad’s hair
Hello there, Sonny, he said, it seems funny
To find a young lad in my store
I have children’s books for not too much money
So what is it you’re looking for
I came for a look for a nice picture book
For I don’t yet read very well
I want lots of pictures at which I can look
Is that something that you might sell?
Well, said the vendor, most books have some words
Even the picture books do
I’ve books about animals, science or birds
I should have the book just for you
But if I don’t have It just give me it’s name
And I’ll do my best to get that in
The lad said I don’t think the author found fame
But can you get ‘Nympho’s In Satin‘?
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9 March 2021
Contest: Bookshop
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
It was a very strange scene and
First experience in this world
Eyes were tight close at the time
I was Zero
To feel and enjoy nothing.
What could I do
The enemy of happiness (doctor) patted
To wake up from deep sleep
Made an innocent baby cry to say something.
Why should I see?
What should I see?
Whom should I look for?
Even before thinking about it
People took baby in their laps
Neither is it in my heart
Nor according my mind
They named me
To make their own.
Observed strange world
Strange people in same coat
I was thirsty for knowledge
So didn't say anything for a year
Merciless fate taught
To make and break
Friendship, relationship
Mud houses , mud carts etcetera
With the cutest dolls.
Years passed
Now baby became young
To watch the World's Fair
As strange as born
Among mean people
To search for loved ones.
Examination was going on
To find a same shape in
Natural or artificial beauty
All in his mind carefully.
What should I buy?
Why should I buy?
Who should I buy for?
I came here empty handed
To go empty handed
Absent minded I roamed their
Like the moon in the stary sky
Without knowing the reality of destination
To achieve, to live and to go along.
Blondie was the next door girl,
with a sexy body that made men go wild,
and like them, I fell in love without guilt inside;
I had fun...not worrying about Hell.
Blondie was looking for her sugar daddy,
saying that wasn't wrong accepting money,
gifts, clothes, expensive cars and jewelry!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, with no ethics:
why did you do that to yourself?
Was all that a replacement for your dad?
You certainly had the looks of models,
and that didn't mean hope was dead!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you sneered and laughed!
There's was a retired veteran down the block,
you volunteered to do errands and clean his house,
and he was a wealthy one, perhaps the one you sought;
and making up lies you got him to give you a fortune...
your baby didn't need any kind of surgery, but John
fell for your trick and gave you fifty thousand dollars,
he had many ships, now he's totally broken and out of luck!
Blondie, pretty, Blondie, who's going to be
your next sugar daddy?...No, it certainly won't be me!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, get some sleep and reflect on your grave mistake...
look for a normal guy who can take care of you, stop being that spoiled brat!
Two detectives from the local precinct rang her bell today,
and with a warrant in their hands they took her away;
Blondie tried to resist arrest, and they handcuffed her against her will...
she always thought of bribing authorities with enough water in her well!
Wasn't she wrong...to even think of that unrealistic monstrosity?
There in a cell, she can't to bend the iron bars without audacity!
Blondie, pretty Blondie, you had freedom and a loving family,
your mom worked hard and raised your with morals...Blondie, pretty Blondie;
and with hostility, you turned against her and became an escort, joining the night ladies:
snorting cocaine and picking up guys by the hundred...weren't you scared of catching Aids?
Copyright (C) 20210 by Andrew Crisci
It was very unpleasant.
But also, enriching and full of teachings.
It requires patience to allow healing.
"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger."
The fever was intense
took the virus and me to the limit.
The body weakened, just wanted to rest.
The Cells entered the battlefield.
The mind I can't understand
gave the body space.
Surrender was the only way.
Trust the body, it is wise.
Extreme situations
lead us to deeper teachings.
Pain teaches us who we are.
Look for life lessons in the process.
Maybe, I should slow down.
Don't take life for granted.
Pay attention to your senses.
Take better care of my body.
Let others help you.
Above all;
I remember that I'm not the one in control.
There is a superior force
that will determine the result.
I asked for help and trust.
God does not give you more
than what you can't bear.
Grateful, for the Challenge!
I come to you from Greater Sudbury.
My mayor greater too.
I offer you a greater pleasure.
Our natter greater too.
We're all about a greater mission.
Our hope is greater too.
We'll look for you as greater tourists.
The pamphlets greater too.
We'll see you have a greater time.
Our scenery's greatest view.
We'll put you in a great hotel;
you're comfort greater through.
We'll sell you all our greatest goods.
The merchant's greatest woo.
You'll travel all our greater roads.
The potholes greater too.
We'll show you all our greatest things.
A slag dump baring slough.
Then aww you with our great big nickel;
a chimney and ah-choo.
We'll miss you when you go to leave.
You're absence greater too.
And think of you again
when next year's season's due.
My eyes look for you
My heart bleeds the truth
My spirit enters your soul completely
Without you
I'm a mere shell of a man
A broken piece, a soul split wide open
A driftwood on the sea
We are but two halves
Together, we are ONE
And our hearts
Have wings to soar
Come, for my fragmented heart...
Calls out for thee
I weep for thee
To make it whole once again
By doing the above
Reaching up
You complete me
You Complete Me Poetry Contest/Collaboration
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Date written and posted: 03/08/2019
Before this virus came around
On Saturday's I'd go to the mall
One of the places I like to go first
Would be the bookstore to enter
I would look for poet's poetry books
There are lots of books to choose from
As I walk through the aisles-
I noticed someone sitting at a table
She had piles of books stacked high
So i chose a chose a book and read
It was titled Love-I bought it
The author and I chatted
Then she signed her book
Her name is Beleza Angel
The title was Pieces of Me
Will be a book i will always keep
This will be a special book
I met a poetess she wrote poems
She published her poems
Beleza Angel a book keepsake
She is on instagram & Facebook
can i endure the rejection in the mirror,
much too true and sharp and clear.
i’d rather be a vampire with a toothless smile.
the light is much too bright, and people kiss
their own sins, alas
the mirror breaks, shatters
in so many places, shyly hiding beauty marks
so visible they’re scary.
windexing the flat screen will not preen
the tiny wounded bird,
as average goes unnoticed.
no mention of a mentor, more like
a tormentor. whose words are wise?
i’m not taught to look for those,
only shadows, grimly gliding in the dark.
unflappably glaring from the only side i see,
with impeccable white teeth bleeding,
sucking the life, out of each room.
the mirror doesn’t disturb their gloom.
i have no need to fear for they seek
to mar the cheerleader or **** star.
i watch from the reflection of my inner soul,
waiting for the moment they catch the light of day.
"The question. If someone handed 'me' a box with everything
in it that I had lost, what is the first thing, I would look for ?"
I have lost a lot in my life so far. To tell the truth I have lost almost every
person I love to death. I will mourn them all forever. It is said that time
heals but I don't really agree with that. No amount of time will erase my
grief. I suppose, I have lost jobs, friends, things along the way, but those
seem insignificant to me. Although, I loved deeply each of my loved ones
the loss of my baby is like a dagger that is still bleeding, an open wound that
will never heal. I held my baby but once, one little breath, then, she was
gone, I tell myself my baby girl was too beautiful for this world.
the snow is falling
a grave under the pure white ~
a stone angel weeps
So, if someone offered me a box of everything lost, I would reach in and
pull out a perfect, healthy baby girl. And I would raise this girl with all
my love. But, of course this is but a poem, a thought and the reality is that
my baby is gone from this world. I hope God cradles my girl sometimes,
I know God is very busy, but please, God.
it is a long path
past trees to a place of tears ~
blue flowers growing