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Give me a couple hamburgers and a Coke.
Would you like any fries with that?
I've lost touch with my college roommate.
You can always find him on Facebook.
It's so hard to teach yourself to play the guitar.
There's an app for that, you know.
Whatever happened to Michael Dukakis?
You can always find him on Facebook.
I need a cheeseburger and a chocolate shake.
Would you like any fries with that?
I'm so bogged down with wedding planning.
There's an app for that, you know.
Can I get a couple Whoppers and a large Coke?
Would you like any fries with that?
There was this guy on the Boston Celtics last year.
You can always find him on Facebook.
I can't get my kids to eat their vegetables.
There's an app for that, you know.
Whatever happened to Pee Wee Herman?
Would you like any fries with that?
I'd like a fish sandwich and a diet-Coke.
There's an app for that, you know.
How do I prepare a simple meal for 100 guests?
You can always find them on Facebook...
Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
Dear Lord, I'm so tired, things just aren’t going my way,
it just keeps getting harder and harder, every single day.
It’s problem after problem, i don't know what to do,
i ask you for help, but my cries don't seem to reach you.
Or maybe it’s your will, because you know what’s best,
maybe I need to learn something, so I get put to the test.
I need your mercy, I need your peace,
I really need you to hear me, and help me heal please.
I know you’ve never left my side, and you’ve always been there,
I just didn’t see it, but I know you care.
Heavenly Father, what am I doing wrong?
Can't you hear my prayers? Its been so long.
Am I destined to hell? Or what am I paying for?
I know your timing is perfect, but I can't deal with the pain anymore.
I also know that one day, all this will make sense,
or maybe I'm not worthy, and this is my penitence.
Whatever it may be, Lord please dont leave my side,
i know my babies need me, i need you to be my guide.
I can't let them down, i gotta hide this pain,
they don’t understand, it’s so hard to maintain.
I know they hurt too, and they worry about me,
cuz im all they have, please Lord hear my plea.
To please make me better, and help me out of this situation,
help me be strong, so I can resist temptation.
I need to be a good example, so they can have a chance
to have a better life, i need a different cirumstance.
I want my kids to make it, i dont want them to have my struggles,
you know all my battles, please take all my troubles.
Please give me the strength, I need to keep going,
i need to know you hear me, i cant live just unknowing.
I have faith in you… I know your timing is right,
Please don’t forget me, and I know ill be alright.
Well, I woke up one morning,
And it was still dark.
I checked my messages,
And I was shred apart.
Some cousin or something
Told me the news.
He said dad was out driving,
Tank filled up on booze.
Now I could’ve cried,
But it hurt worse than that.
I realized that I–
I felt nothing for dad.
Now it’s almost your service,
And what do I do?
My heart flinches every time
I think about you.
Well, I remember everything.
Like when you hit mom.
I remember you cursing at me,
Words bursting like bombs.
I remember you threatening
To beat me with a wrench.
I remember drinking at fourteen.
My raging fists clenched.
And I remember working out
And as I flexed, I fantasized
How one day I’d be bigger than you
And I’d beat you paralyzed.
And now it’s your service,
And what do I do?
My heart flinches every time
I think about you.
I walk up to the stage
In front of everyone.
I think about how you hurt my own kids
Like you did your son.
You told me I was a bad parent
And my kids needed straightened out
You told my son he would burn in hell
For being gay, and being proud.
And I doubt you’re doing better
After all of these years
Words can never hurt
But they do form my tears.
And now it’s my turn
At your service,
And what should I do?
My heart flinches every time
I think about you.
“Well my dad did bad things,
But he wasn’t a bad man.
He taught me things like riding bikes,
And taught me how to stand.”
I feel my heart pounding.
I clench my teary eyes.
My old man taught me nothing
Except how to lie.
“But above all he taught me
What I should never be.”
I threw the lid off his coffin,
And showed the crowd it was empty
And now it’s your service,
And what did I do?
My heart flinches every time
I think about you.
As I lay in the night and ponder at the mistakes I made when I was younger your my biggest the only one of importance you took me by hand a lamb to the slaughter
You robbed me of everythg my body my looks but I held on to you like a flea dose a dog
I lost my family my friends all of my pride you were always there right by side
I wept and I cried I begged you to go when you did I followed no life of my own
You were master and i was your slave
you dragged me to hell and back again
As I sit and look back of the life I could have had I wish I never met you your evil and bad
You hide in the shadows for another victim to snatch another soul to fall into your deathly grasp
i weep for young who next you will slaughter I pray you keep your hands of my son and my daughter
If I see one of the devil's that peddles your wears even look at them sideways this promise I make
it will be the last thing that they ever shall do I will rip their Hart from their chest and stamp on it too
For me it's too late you have taken all that I had
stay away from my kids them you can not have
to protect them I will do all that I can
I will sell my soul to the devil again and again
You have left me a shell of the girl I once was
dead and empty inside nothing left for you to rob
If I could go back in time knowing what I do now one things for certain I would Never try you
She:
I did not realise.
He:
I could have given her the world then.
Died for her, but it was not meant to be.
I gave up, that was the hardest thing I have ever endured.
I spent an entire two years without courtship.
She:
Maybe……….
Maybe it was meant to be.
Look at how we met
I was young, stupid, and maybe even delusional.
He:
It is alright, we get past these rough edges.
I must say you have not altered a bit.
You still look very much ravishing.
Even at the tender age of 65.
I’m sure, someone for you will come about.
She:
I thought…
Were you not courting…….
He:
No, I believe you got it wrong sweet Amanda.
As I said a few days ago, you looked a lot distraught.
I just wanted to lend an ear.
And give you an encounter.
To show you there is always light at the end of the tunnel.
Cliché, yes, but it is true.
I bear witness.
She:
Then why are you always here?
Just to lend an ear.
I thought….
He:
Pardon me, I keep cutting you off.
But my kids are done playing.
And if I do not return, my wife will start a brawl.
Pardon my sudden departure Amanda.
There is light at the end of your own tunnel.
Do not despaire.
it was quite a pleasure to see you again.
Please do keep well.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Form:
MY NAME IS MICHEAL
MICHEAL (when was the last time I heard my mom call my name)
LIEUTENANT OF THE LINE
THE LINE OF BATTLE (line of a fight that’s useless)
BATTLE FOR PROTECTING AND PEACE (Peace that involves bloodshed of innocent lives)
PROTECTION AND DEFENSE
DEFENSE OF WAR (War is useless it’s breaking my mind)
THE WAR HAS BEGUN AND ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME (time it’s but a fleeting moment on this battle field)
IM RUNNING (Running from myself why did I choose this path… my life was fine)
RUNNING THROUGH DIRT AND DEBRIS (The dirt stained by the blood of my brothers, the debris.. covering these young men’s corpse)
DEBRIS!
MOVE THE DEBRIS!
CHECK FOR SURVIVORS! (how many more survivors would we have had if we had just tried to talk it out)
SURVIVORS! I FOUND SURVIVORS WE NEED TO REUNITE THEM!
REUNITE THEM WITH THEIR FAMILY. (my family….How much longer must I stay away from them, I don’t want to be delivered to them in a body bag..I don’t want my mother to cry and have to see her son a corpse with its tag not shining,not swaying as I go to hug her)
GO GO GO!
LEFT,LEFT,LEFT RIGHT LEFT. (I should have left the moment my contract was up I wouldn’t have had to be here I could have been home,celebrating eating with my family,being there for my kids birthdays instead of missing so many days of their lives)
LEFT (I left after the war ended,I’ve done enough i get to go home even if I am missing an arm,at least I’m alive)
Oh Men, where's all your humanity gone,
And the mercy, love, and kindness you claim?
Recall, to a mother they too were born.
Now, lost in woe, you put us to the blame.
In to the woods, you came troubling our peace-
The tranquillity, not to be disturbed,
Peace, it vanished, as my zone, put to tease,
And how much I felt is still to be learned.
Lost in selfishness, needs and wants, so far,
You took my kids, as pure as flower buds.
I've no need to lock them behind bars,
Learning to deny their own heart and blood.
The tears I weep, they would fill the whole sea.
Not a man-eater, it’s a mother’s plea.
12/12/2018
Movie:- Two Brothers
Character:- Mother of the two tigers: Kumal and Sanga
Prince Sun summons lovingly his beautiful wife,
The princess who’s always shining at night in full, quarter or half;
Oh, my darling where have you been?
I’ve been to the park to watch the lovers’ kissing scene.
Where is Jupiter our beloved eldest son?
I’ve been busy shining all day long, I hope he’s around;
My love, he has just arrived and he’s big enough,
He can take care of himself especially at times get rough.
Here’s our daughter Saturn coming in,
She has grown into a pretty lady wearing her elegant ring;
Please remind her sometimes to focus on her dreams,
She might have fallen in love with an alien’s son that beams.
The Prince Sun makes a lovely role-call to everyone,
While his Solar Princess sits beside him wearing her luminous crown;
Uranus, Neptune, Mars and Earth saunter to their father
While youngest Venus and Mercury run quickly to their mother.
The Solar Family has finally reunited as one,
Children hold hand- in-hand… going round and round;
They merrily sing with joyful spirit of unity,
To exhibit a magnificent view in their residential galaxy.
Jan. 17, 2014 10.15 am
( I composed this poem a month ago for my kids’ fun club)
Second Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes #13
Judged: 3/16/14
Sponsor: Poet PD (my greatest & most fave)
“Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.”
Thus declared Ephesians 6:1 of the Holy Scriptures…
I confess that I’m guilty of juvenile stubbornness
With my naughty quirks I can’t deny
…Now somehow revealed by my kids.
As to table manners, there was I feasting too long…
Or I could be oblivious of Mother’s counsel for healthy breakfast
I would share with and even give all my milk to the cat
Then drowned my unfinished meal into the sink
So as not to be late for the class.
“Be honest!”* That was asserted with faith in our home.
Yet, I would often barter my sandwich with my seatmate’s candies
When Mom asked how the jam tasted, I said, “cheese, ok!”
Sometimes, I would sell our store-cereals to have “own money”
Then boast of a cash-prize when inquired of the source.
With “Cleanliness is next to godliness” policy
I was taught to practice good hygiene…
But when indolence got the better of me
Brushing teeth would be postponed
Often, cologne bathing was at work.
Remembering those quirks amuses me…
I’m grateful to God for my blessed childhood!
*2Corinthians 8:21 Providing for honest things, not only in the sight of the Lord, but also in the sight of men.
December 10, 2018
6th place, "Secret" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 12/29/2018.