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Oh, for the love of God...
Why must you always stay
Tethered to me? Sever your strings.
You keep creeping behind me;
Continually tugging at my sleeve.
When will you leave me be?
I keep trying to forget wrongs
I never made right, but no dice!
I keep trying to make peace...
With missed opportunities;
I still lie in bed with choices I wish,
I had made, mistakes, painful memories...
Of the past, but much like a magnet,
You insist on pulling me
Back to you, again and again.
You incessantly stir
The glowing embers to reignite the fire
I keep struggling to smother.
Quit circling above me
With your saturnine wings
I loathe your brooding shadow.
Set me free, ghosts! Don't saddle me
With your unwieldy albatross.
Release your stranglehold...
So I can breathe
And fly, at long last.
Please, haunt me no more!
Submitted for...
Strand Date 11, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date submitted: 12/28/2019
Date written: 06/20/2019
Off Season in Gallipoli
April’s bus from Lecce unloads
at the fabled fish market. It’s closed.
The only hint of June’s full fare
is one slight stall. No one lunching there.
The streets are open; we stroll at will
by a weathered or a white-washed wall.
Look at the moored boats. The slips are full.
No one paints or mends a sail.
Not one child with shovel and pail
works the beach. One man and his bull
dog play a game of pitch and fetch.
Cameras out; this is the daily catch!
The mercato. Shop? No dice!
but its facilities have no line,
leaving time to lick Italian ice
or to enjoy the local wine
and for the uncluttered spell to weave
until it’s time to leave.
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very active mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think they called it “vegetate”
However, that word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from this can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well, to start, normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie at the theatre never hold my interest
They are non productive hours
I know, you must be thinking, “Poor soul!”
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being me
Although it sometimes can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current outlet
I have no idea what could possibly come next
Maybe I'll write a symphony, a la Mozart!
Government (show) Shut Down December 2018
Messianic Don found tarnished appeal
trumpeted bluster thwarted
with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal
played (on microscale) like quashed
ill fated braggadocio big deal
bombast, sans General George Armstrong
Custer's last stand,
viz Little Bighorn, achilles heel,
where Native Americans
showed deadly steel
against cocksure doodling
haughtiness didst conceal
Yankee sited in cross hairs,
who got comeuppance,
whence his notorious
reputation did never heal,
thus markedly high light
ting (albeit in deadly fashion) might
whooped, undermined, and
served just desserts,
when forces of the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne,
and Arapaho tribes did unite
defending their turf against
7th Cavalry Regiment of the
United States, mauled as bloody sight,
which justified comeuppance,
and whipped up white
settlers fury like an inferno doth ignite
combustible material showing
no mercy toward "red men"
unleashing brutal, short
and nasty genocidal spite
long a tragic footnote in history
proves tummy at hefty price
that present swaggering presidential chieftain
more'n halfway thru administration thrice
occasions brought third "shut down"
(the first time in more than 40 years)
during his opprobrious term,
now got meted "no dice"
cuz commander in chief usurped, provoked,
and kickstarted retaliatory actions, I.C.E.
suspect, where staunch stonewalling tactics
unexpectedly found paunchy big boy lice
sensed to shame, name and blame Congress
i.e. as he thrust forward power,
and hood did launch
bully tactics doth evince,
how he does not play "nice"
demanding five billion dollars for
pet project wall barring Mexicans
(and other asylum seekers south
of the border) did not entice
unanimous concurrence thus sets device
sieve ness roundly shows
Trump doth need strong cussed hard advice!
I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are gray.
I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find;
But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.
Car's in the garage it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.
The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz.
Can't wait to see what that costs to fix.
I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole.
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.
I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.
No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock.
Without any money I'll just have to walk.
I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.
I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market.
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,
To look up and smile and give praise in all things.
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.
I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,
When things all started to slide down hill.
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;
So I'm asking The Lord to forgive, see me through it;
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.
Always been creative in one form or another
It's definitely what turns my crank
Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice
Been blessed with this very creative mind
Which can actually be a real curse
At times I'd just like to kick back
Put my mind in neutral and let the world go by
I think the word I'm thinking of is "vegetate"
However, this word is not part of my vocabulary
Those that don't suffer from it can't imagine
Why I would want a break from it
Well, to begin, normal things like watching TV
Or watching a movie at the theatre not hold my interest
They are non productive hours
I know, you must be thinking, "poor soul!"
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being me
Although at times it can be overwhelming
Writing poetry is my current outlet
I have no idea what could possibly come next
Maybe I'll write a symphony, a la Mozart!
© Jack Ellison 2014
minute poem with nonsense words
Stretching, I might be four-foot-six
I've learned to fix
the wixumph jokes
of thoughtless blokes.
Some people are antriphinal -
not short on bull
"Peanut," they yell
"Who cracked your shell?
Perspecitus, 'tis a good word
When thoughts get blurred,
I watch them squirm
at each word worm.
When perspecitus meets wixumph,
I can triumph,
remaining bold -
mood quite controlled.
Vurshotimy! I call the shots,
connect the dots.
When chaps condemn,
toss words to them.
Two minutes with Peanut, no dice.
A little spice
'tworks well enough
to call their bluff.
I been havin' a real bad day.
Nothin's gone right and my skies are grey.
I usually am quite chipper and kind.
Not a more generous soul will you find.
But today if it could it just happened to me.
I want to just quit, run off and just flee.
Car's in the garage, it'll cost a ton,
To find out what's wrong, that mechanic's a bum.
The T.V. is broke and the stove's on the fritz,
Can't wait to see what that cost's to fix.
I'm behind on my bills, my account's in the hole,
I'm out of a job and my wallet got stole.
I went to the bank for a loan, buy some time,
And the Bible says Job had a lot on his mind.
No dice at the bank and my car's now in hock,
Without any money guess I'll just have to walk.
I yelled at the dog, shoved the cat, kicked the kids,
It seems that it all has just hit the skids.
I can't buy a thing, pay a bill, go to market,
It's hard when the devil puts holes in your pocket,
To look up and smile and give praise in all things,
To trust Him and love Him and lift voice and sing.
I feel so ashamed for the things that I've done.
I thought I was strong but I just came undone,
When things all started to slide down hill,
The examples I gave didn't quite fit the bill;
So I'm asking the Lord to forgive, see me through it,
Cause it ain't my fault, the devil made me do it.
Judy Ball
About This Poem:
So often we find that when things get tough it's easier to give advice than it is to take it.
It's much harder to experience hard times than it is to watch someone else go through it.
So we tend to judge those who are going through it if they don't quite measure up, even if we have made the same mistakes ourselves. We say:|Oh well that was a long time ago and I'm different now and I've been forgiven for that.|
But not if you condemn others for the same thing.
The Bible clearly states that we will be judged the same way we judge others and by our own measure it will be measured to us. Remember:
There but for the Grace of God -- go I.
That 9/11 Day
I was eager that day,
Just as I was
Any other day,
To start my work,
And state the statistics,
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics,
Embrace others
When I thought would,
Make a good share price,
Positive returns,
No dice,
But when I reached
The door of my room,
A heard the most horrific
Boom:
No way out,
No hope,
No exceptions,
No dope,
No perceptions,
No scope,
No connections,
To help you cope;
No person,
To assist,
With the problem,
To list
Your objections,
To the phenomenon,
The horrific phenomenon,
Death, war, stench,
Which was never,
Expected,
Predicted,
Asserted,
Affronted,
Depicted,
Contrasted,
Batted,
Punted,
Posited,
Spotted,
Pounded,
Chatted,
Painted,
Lifted,
Forecasted,
Calculated,
Forwarded,
Gaited,
Grunted,
Projected,
Postulated,
Supposed,
Macerated,
Vaginated…
Portended,
Aggravated,
Criminated,
Presented,
Charted,
Founded,
Surfeited,
Attracted,
Prompted,
Forwarded,
Bayonetted,
Fermented,
Antedated,
Refracted,
Stated,
Pronated.
It never resonated,
It just exploded.
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust,
‘Cos somebody was angry…
The devil:
ISIS.
He goes through each day
obsessing over how to
increase his earnings.
Times are hard.
He's drowning in debt;
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much,
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work
and he's cut cable television
down to basic. Anything...
to decrease his spending.
Date written: 03/09/2021