Long Nerve Poems
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Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life.
Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife.
Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time.
Superb sound of hatchlings leaving to rife.
The Sunsets as it plunges from its climb.
Such as life, we often are placed in odd chimes.
Instability drives doomed people hysterical.
Likewise, the regarded air is beginning to dime.
A brilliant and marvelous day is a sample.
A forlorn relationship douses the pull.
Significance is no longer convincing.
A vitality-less soul supports gloomy turmoil.
Individuals lose faith when their ego is dissolving.
Sympathy is essential to offer ultimate helping.
Passions are hidden for a while and ego fusion.
Days to review and retain the positive feelings.
Ignoring the past and savoring the situation.
Less secure than assuming: reaching resolution
The truth is that everything is transitory.
Even if it is genuine, today is a bogus imitation.
The will to fight in despite immense difficulty
I can swiftly mute myself to the limit of insanity.
Woe and anguish hammer my nerve
I'm worried and upset by the uncapability.
Taking that heart for granted, he's got alot of nerve,
In her heart she knows he does not deserve,
He rides his pity train just to get attention,
He uses and manipulates, all for his own intentions,
Does not know a thing about love, yet he cries his lonesome tune,
I'm sure I'm not the only one who's heard him chime the blues,
Blames his pain on everyone else, yet he makes his own bed,
He has forgotten what love is in his own narcissistic head,
He makes excuses for everything to cover up the truth,
He constantly tries to make you at fault for things he'll say n do,
He'll sweet talk you and make you feel like your the only one,
And turn around and backstab you, evil runs in his blood,
He preys upon the good hearted because he lacks the love they have,
To make himself feel better and not take responsibility for being bad,
He'll come back around and blame himself, just so you'll feel sorry for him,
The truth of the matter is its a revolving door because he'll do it all over again,
I'm not asking for a world of pain, and your abuse with me ends now,
The only way out of his own mess is to learn to love himself,
Oh, he'll tell you he deserves better, but that's his ego speaking,
He talks in the third person, even to himself, but that's really not what he's believing,
For if control is not under his wing, he's lost all sense of self,
And when he loses that feeling of control, he uses and hurts everyone else.
My cousin Tallie
was a real-life
award winning
beauty queen
from age six to eighteen
The kind who seems
a cardboard cut-out
Southern stereotype
all big hair and hype
manicured nails and
well arranged...
assets
but in reality
there was much more to Tallie
Her favorite movie
was Fried Green Tomatoes
and as far as movies go
it was good
but I never understood
until much later
why she loved it so
At first I thought
she was obsessed with the dish
she just 'had to try' fried green tomatoes
with fried catfish...
But it was actually
more about “Towanda!”
the primal, female battle-cry
And there was something electrifying
heartbreaking and mystifying
in the way she had the nerve to
let loose
a hullabaloo
screaming “Towanda!”
without reserve
fully, freely
like a woman
on the very edge
with nothing left to lose
and that was true
Tallie'd been abused
but somehow
nobody chose to see that part
that she actually had
had a heart
that someone had torn apart
Now Tallie's a badass
with blue-green hair
and a hard edged manner
devil-may-care
she has a tattoo
for each person she held dear
far and near
dead and gone
and no one knows why
she's evasive, withdrawn
as they spew out their judgments
in-between their
slow Southern
matter-of-fact yawns
With all the details noticed
while picking her to pieces
how did they miss the moment
her innocence was taken
faith in mankind shaken
How the barefoot, crazy-haired Tallie
running free, suddenly
stopped entirely, sparkle gone
certain sadness in dark eyes
and full-grown
this woman appeared
world-wise
And while they wonder
who the father of her
latest offspring could be
I wonder where the
adorably incorrigible
little Tallie is-
that used to be
When you don't see love,
Just go to the sea.
Make the sea breeze
As your love letter,
To send your love for free.
The sea is vast as ocean
So as love is simple,
Yet so unfathomable.
The heart is one foot
In between your head,
Yet so far at a distance,
So deeply felt unrestrained.
The mind is green when tame
While heart is red in passion,
To determine what is mystery.
Like the sea sometimes troubled,
Yet so gentle as the giant.
Love is peaceful as plain desert,
Tranquil yet so desolate to solve.
It needs two people to humble,
The troubled water by shared force.
By looking at distance shore,
Start paddling is a step to go there.
Where heart is poor the mind is willing.
It takes two to tango and dance the wind.
This sea of life is love to a brave.
The shore is way up there,
To get love and life the best.
Whose nerve never give up is strong,
To the sky the bravest we all belong.
Sleepwalking existence
Lost under the act of humanity
a transparent veil whispers through
creeping battle for middle earth has begun
Coldly so much in-differences plays out
shape-shifting this world's virtue
Infected with so many parasites filled with hate
Greed begins manufacturing rats of war
Getting rich destroying life's
even nature into the bargain bucket
Millions are starving
Human values let's count the cost
Many raped and tortured on a daily basis
hospitals, schools and places of worship destroyed
weddings and funerals bombed
come on lets be frank about subject matter
Has man become so blind stupid
uncaring beings against creations flowers
Has history not learned us anything
Move out of this blind spot
The cold cut of steel awakens
aggression is a direct violation of world law
Which is held within rights
not to be ignored council of the good living folk
The same seed of elite bodies
holding purse strings correct
Control a conscious mind makes choices under values
which side of the fence they sit morals
Beast's of this planet destroying animals
you know no grounds for peace
a burial right against good living souls
Rights are being diluted in front of our eyes
Bats from hell looking down your nose
At us whom you consider slaves
Exploiting our worth
Decreased minimum set wage
As the standard of living becomes poorer
Falling into a backward spiral
position of truth becomes a society
filled with dirty underhanded secret deeds
Nerve to expose highlights
reveal behind an optic scene
Richard clerihewed me yesterday
Why the nerve, I should have got him first I say
Then I laugh still wondering if clerihewed is a word
Realizing that many conventions in our language are up surd
The Clown of Clerihews, what a moniker Moe would say
I could probably write a lot of these everyday
The ballade though, not a form for a dummy
If I can convince ForDummies publishing, surely I'll make money
I'm butchering the king's English Curly would say
As a child I'd watch three stooges reruns everyday
Yes at that time Curly was my favorite of the three
A poem with nyuk, nyuk nyuk, is a sight to see
I'm not sure what Larry would add
Being the only of the original four from a different dad
A musician yes, a great violinist they say
Healy said he pay him $90 a week and extra $10 to throw that fiddle away
What about Shemp can't forget the other brother
Yes Shemp, Moe, and Curly had the same mother
In the latter years I've grown to like him as well
He was actually one of the original two, or so they tell
Joe Besser, hah, definitely the lame duck
Being Jewish, I'm sure the other three would call him a smuck
Some of his appearances I have to tolerate
I'm a fan of the other two with him, so I can't hate
One more for Stinky Davis, as he was called on Albert and Costello
A role he played, definitely not the role of a hero
They all said he wouldn't take a pie in the face
Did he not know the other 40 years of stooges history, what a disgrace
I purposely left Joe DeRita or Curly Joe
He had two stints with The Stooges I know
Was the one short film Snow White and
I have him below Joe Besser, that can't be grand
I guess ThePhilosopher, now lower shouldn't judge
In the 50's he didn't even live a nudge
I was born quiet a while later
Ok I admit it, of Joe I'm a hater
Even having fun in my hate of Joe Besser lol. He had a very extensive acting career, and there was a reason he was allowed to be there without taking pies in the face. He was actually acting out his own character that he developed over his comedy career, so that's kind of impressive. After posting had to add in Joe DeRita, or Curly Joe, lest you thought I forgot his important roles lol
Open the door
Welcome to the professional relationship war
Opportunity knocks
Wanting investment stock
Offering salary positions
Full-time committed commissions
Benefits are great
For you and a mate
Travelling collegiate towns
Going down
Alpha Beta Road
Enduring wintry cold
First place opportunity went
House fraternity rent
Brothers answered knock
Calculated the luring stock
Requested a brochure
When opportunity stepped off the floor
Accepting escort to the door
Finding another place
Hoping to receive a smiling face
Innocent and bright
Wearing wedding white
And engagement ring from her knight
Both ready for the real-life fight
Opportunity gave the door a tap
Woke the Sorority sister from a between class nap
Throwing a pitch
Sounding quick and rich
She exclaimed
Not playing a game
“A.I.
Senior replied
Wrote you are a lie
We have Wi-Fi
Don't even try"
Rejected
Dejected
Opportunity still acted cool
Not being a fool
Walked over to where there's brew
Needed a break
Find out how much students want to make
Discovering academics at stake
Opportunity pondered a bit
Thinking what would fit
When Honesty walked in
Knowing how to win
One over
When scholars mature, get older
"You look hot
Join me in my spot"
Opportunity did knock
Wanting investment stocks
"Only if you speak the truth
Or honesty will hit the roof
You see opportunity when you knock
Your stock
Better be real
Or it's a no deal
There are many fakes
And hate
Out there
Our new generation is aware
And they do care
Future should be filled with dreams
Not angry computerized screams
You must love thy neighbor
And the waiter
Since they could be the one
When success is done"
"Honesty, you should not be ignored
May I open the door
And share
Ideas, creative and fair"
"I got this,"
Honesty blew opportunity a kiss
"We maybe broke
But still can joke
Reality is on our side
A light that guides
Showing vigilant nerve
Until we get what we deserve
A true blessen
Confronting political recession
Since deception
That is not our fault
Should be caught
And will haunt
Those doing wrong
Singing our campus fight song"
Opportunity figured day end arrived
And said goodbye
Leaving the course
Feeling remorse
“The Shrimp Basket”
by Positive Mark
What warms your belly like a basket of shrimp?
Not only did you eat, but you went first class.
Sometimes the blessings go over our heads,
like the mind boggling dreams that we see in our beds.
To live in a place where no bombs are dropping is starting to feel like a novelty.
Adhering to xenophobic codes of life can result in the wrong type of polity.
So here’s where we stand.
We’re watching the news.
Two types of long beards are at war.
The prize of the battle’s a long swath of dirt that nobody should want anymore.
The mothers are crying. Their children are dying. Humanity’s bearing the scar.
The whole time, I’m chomping on baskets of shrimp, drinking cocktails in raucous sports bars.
A strange sort of guilt to inflict on one’s self,
but it’s realer than real all the same.
The nerve of me out here enjoying my life, while the Middle East goes up in flames.
Far be it for me to go question a faith, and believers should remain fastidious.
But it strikes me as strange, those who cripple and maim, are the ones who are staunchly religious.
The people who live in the holiest lands are the ones who are boiling in cauldrons.
Suppose we all chimed with “The Fire Next Time” by the the philosopher named James Baldwin.
I’ll sit back and watch, while they tally the dead. On a good day, I might shed a tear.
I just hope that the liquid that spills from my face doesn’t get in my shrimp
or my beer.
as adults we must be accountable for our own behavior
if we expect the same from our children.
when children see political leaders in compromising positions,
adults fighting in court rooms, PTA meetings and city council sessions
and fathers and mothers verbally and physically abusing each other.
how can we expect more from them
when we are not holding each other accountable?
do we blame the media with their reality shows?
do we hold them solely responsible for exposing our youth to all of this?
they say just change the channel or turn off the TV
but that is not an answer not is it the solution to a growing problem
society has made this type of behavior entertainment
if not for its shock value but to boost up the ratings for revenue
parents fighting and attacking children and coaches at little league games
celebrities going to rehab on a daily basis
sports figures and officials throwing games
professional athletes committing felonies and only getting slaps on the wrists
and then they have the nerve to suspend a child from school
for DRAWING A PICTURE of a weapon
hypocrisy at its worst
judges taking bribes
doctors molesting their patients
teachers have sex with their students
yet we have a ZERO TOLERENCE POLICY with those same children
who are we kidding?
behavior is learned
and like any and all animals in the wild
the young are taught by example
its time we stop naming names and placing the blame on others
and look to thine self
its time we stop with the excuses and start holding ourselves accountable
for our own behavior before we impose rules on our children
Blue Stripe was in love with the fortune-telling albino cat.
Today it was raining so hard, he ran out without his hat.
He wanted to make sure she knew he was “all of that.”
Whitey saw him arriving. She said, “that man’s phat!”
They met in the middle; she was holding a scarf so fine.
I wish she liked me, he thought. I would ask her to be mine.
Another kitty out in the rain began to meow and whine.
They ran to help out the baby cat, name B.G. Clementine.
Blue Stripe felt tongue-twisted in front of this beauty.
Whitey figured this out and said, “You are a cutie.”
Blue Stripe almost asked her out but lost his nerve.
“Why don’t we go out sometime?” She asked, throwing him a curve.