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Rainbows from a storm set up,
Left dazzling colors of hues
Clouds in the backdrop start to fade away
I think of sugar plums dancing in play.
The sun sends out its rays of light,
Winds in the air blowing just right
A drizzle of rain comes around
Not a drop of it hit the ground.
Nature, I do love its flowering smell,
And I can only begin to story-tell
That I've had this long-lasting affair
Where I and nature do not despair.
It is with her that gives me ease,
She's never failed me, she has always pleased
She breathes me in as I enter her woods
She took my hand, and there I stood.
Nature and her acceptance of me,
Free my mind of all drudgeries
She breathes me in as I enter her woods
She is beautiful to me, she's misunderstood
I know a man
Who has trauma melted into his very soul
Eyes shine with the blackness of his soul
Dragon wings like hunchback
A weight too great to stand aright
I know a man
Who has spent his entire existence searching for some hidden truth
Sculpted in the corners of his room
Thinking, thinking, feeling
Clawing at his head, his throat
Eureka or madness?
I know a man
Who walks like the world is on his shoulders
Mouth glued shut, nose wrinkled
Posture like the map of Africa
Slouched, bent, broken
I know a man
Who writes every night
Words people never get
Plans people pause to forget
Art artists detest
A failure who thinks himself misunderstood
I know a man
Who looks every bit his age
Comatose eyes, lifeless and weary
Face pressed into submission
Every line, a sign of his many failures
Doubts like sweet incense
I know a man
Taut with passive pain
Benign smile, hollow laughter
Shades because he's scared they'll see his eyes
The eyes so far shrunken, they become pinholes
I know a Man
You know him too
Judgement
You light the fire, then play the victim.
It's not my fire, yet you let it burn.
Rage and pain drive you insane,
creating a parody of hypocritical lies.
Judgemental eyes ignite in fumes,
ignorant to another man's shoes.
Silent emotions
They say he shows no emotions,
yet fail to see the flow of tears,
crying from his poetic pen.
Poetry is only silent to ignorance.
It's the pain keeping him alive,
breaking all figurative chains.
He realises there is not shame,
when the sorrows of lost time,
become burdens he can't let go.
Yet the hurt makes him stronger.
She
I always knew she'd be the one,
from that novel, whose name I fail to recall.
When I read those words,
her image burst from the page.
I always thought lucidity of my imagination,
was a slightly cruel curse;
until i saw those eyes,
which moved closer in crystal definition,
merging true colours into my heart.
Even in the silence of my dreams,
I called for just one kiss from her lips.
Misunderstood muse
There won't be any poetry tonight,
nothing to say, to see nor to write.
An absence of subtle reflection in words,
become a substance of subsistence.
Confused with silent existence of timeless distance.
Insistence of your resistance,
seems like a waste of emotions,
in a false dawn of devotions.
Learn to create perfect harmonies
through simple sincere symphonies.
Then your predicament will not breed,
nor succeed in its egotistical need.
Simple Musings
Silent One
8 December 2019
One thing I have learned in adulthood
Is that were all a little strange
each of us, a bit misunderstood
The severity has it's range
Once you become a socialite
People expose their inner truth
You witness them at twilight
Or perhaps their lack of cooth
We encompass unique impurities
Living in the shadow of what we market
We clothe our insecurities
Or our faults become target
Behind every beautiful face
There lives a weeping soul
We keep it in its place
While spiraling out of control
Ever notice how most people seem normal ?
That is, the first time you meet
Dressed in their best and formal
Their head down to their feet
With time, the normalcy fades
Their inner weirdo rings
It shocks you like a hand of spades
When the fat lady sings
It's coming,
don't close your eyes or fall asleep
the fall of democracy could happen this very week.
Republicans pass bills unread
that hurt the average Joe, Jill and Ted
while waiting in the wings to forge more still ahead.
The rich offer no dissent or voice
sacrifice of the poor and aged is an equitable choice.
It's coming
don't turn away your head but still your tongue
the country may end its once great long run.
Democrats spoke out, read the bill best they could
but internal debate was unheard and misunderstood
and questions failed to find an answer or resolve the good.
The corporations - lobbyists in retreat
proclaim success without defeat
as the country goes homeless, hungry beneath their feet.
It's coming
the change we weren't looking for
a wall to separate us from the external world
land preserved and now restored to open sores,
promises made long ago now broken once again
by self centered greedy men.
A newer rule has set in
that promised change and greatness anew
forgot to note, it was only for the chosen few.
It's coming as a stormy torrent,
the fall of the republic now abhorrent
where average men and women are of no importance;
rules are changed or completely eliminated
and all that's done is understated
in the house free people once created.
The rules are worded harsh and bold
as each freedom is easily sold
and in the end, falls the republic of free men.
The Wonderment of a Child
While on my travels, I met a very young child today
He let out a yell, as if to grab my attention to play
I raised my both hands and smiled, he did the same
We both smiled and laughed, enjoying our little game
I watched him, all his excitement from everyday things
I was amazed at the joy he had, whatever the day brings
It brought me back to the memories of my own childhood
In that time of not knowing, of all things I misunderstood
Growing up with wide eyed anticipation of everything new
Hoping for what we wished for, will somehow all come true
Not a worry in the world, as we played our wondrous games
Lost in a world of our imagination, hoping all remains the same
How we lose this fascination of the simple things as we age
Struggle of adulthood, throughout the stressors we engage
Within all the strifes, the emotional turmoil that drive us wild
Try to look back and remember that wonderment of a child
So long ago
Choices were made
Words were spoken
Bold they were
But not to the point
Hurt they caused
Straight to the heart
Knocked you down
I wish i could take them all back
I took that love
Stomped it in the ground
Took all your caring for granted
Misunderstood your concerns
I never considered your feelings
Treated you like someone i should not have
My love for you is true
Someday i pray you see
All this change is first for me and all for us
I ask for for just one more chance to prove this change
Is real
No more broken promises
No more mistreatment
You are the axis that keeps my world spinning
You are the foundation for all that is strong in our life
Forever grateful to you and truly sorry for this pain i caused.
Oft when folks are talkin',
They'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly,
The meaning misconstrued;
And so they get the text all wrong,
And spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said,
You wonder why they lied.
Some people just don't listen,
When others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying,
Ever gets through to them.
Here a word and there a phrase,
Is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together,
And Oh what they can find.
It pays you well to watch your words,
Speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest my friend,
Will later on rebound.
Then just try to 'splain it.
Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you,
'Cause they just don't understand.
Judy Ball
So often people spread around gossip that has no real bearing whatsoever simply because they misunderstood what someone said to them.
Sometimes people will say something in jest that others take as serious talk so that's the story they spread to others.
Why is that?
Because it's often more fun to some people to believe the worst than it is to believe the best about someone else.
Remember, when someone tells you gossip about someone else it's a good idea to ask yourself what that same person says about you when you aren't there to defend yourself.
A gossip is like a loaded gun.
When it goes off all it causes is destruction.
Love Life
There was a time I wasn’t sure
If I would ever love life.
It always seemed I was only surviving.
But I found my way through
All the winding roads.
By choosing to live authentically.
To stand by truth when I was attacked.
Words pelting me like cold sleet on my face.
I was squinting just to see beyond the tears
Where to go?
Misunderstood, yet never able to understand
The evil cast upon me.
I had many friends, but still I was alone.
But, not anymore.
Now, when I hear the Loon call, the owl hoot,
The hummingbird chirping…
I think to myself: ‘Yes, I love life too!’
Heidi Sands
Some guys will always be the same
Like don't really want to know your name
Don't want to know what you are about
Most want to do things for clout
Mad because you want come to their house
No longer want to take you out
Just want to get the goods
When you say no it's misunderstood
They vibe change
They act strange
And some of them never change
Some guys will never change
They will remain the same
Don't want to know your name
Just want to see if they still can give you the game
The ones that look
Good and nice
Be stuck on themselves right (right)
Not trying to get to know you
They trying to show you
Show you a good time
How could you be so blind
Blind to the fact
That he just wanted to do you
Screw you
Just chill was that a part of the deal
What happen to the guys
Who wanted to get to know you
See you smile
Haven't saw any of them in a while
Some guys will never change
They will remain the same
Don't want to know your name
Just want to see if they still can give you the game
I just want a guy
Who wants to
Get to know me
And boy I get to know you
(Repeat 1x)
Some guys will never change
They will remain the same
Don't want to know your name
Just want to see if they still can give you the game
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
01/04/2022