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Devils deadly dime
The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found.
Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time.
Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound.
Paying for a forgotten crime,
on what comes around goes around.
A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil,
the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme.
Now the world is measured by my blood level.
The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime.
Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil.
Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime.
Begging him to remove this anvil!
He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor.
A fallout so violently in this world not civil.
One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor.
Hanging out by the swings wounding me with prey,
on two victims to his delicious flavor.
I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love.
Two siblings who always scream for each other.
Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove.
Stopping they give each other a big hug.
Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease
The devil wicked eyes looking at me like a bug.
Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war.
Until another day one skips the penny,
and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime.
Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom.
I will stray away from his deadly reaction time.
He will not own my soul so freak'em,
and his greedy deadly beg of a dime.
by;pd
"If you are blessed, with a spark,
Within your spirit and within your heart,
It is in my opinion, that it is within your obligation,
To be brought to ashes by it."
This is a quote by Charles Bukowski,
It is the exact reason people must know the ins and outs,
Of something that we do not care about.
It is why we dive deep into things we do not love,
Not yet.
A spark, is unique.
A spark, is a gift.
But, At times, our own light goes out,
And is rekindled by a spark from another person.
Each of us has cause to think,
with deep gratitude,
Of those who have lighted the flame within us.
But what is your spark?
What do you feel ignites brighter in you,
Than anybody else?
Understanding?
Love?
The 2 intertwined concepts,
one of which i struggle to grasp,
but having a spark for one,
ignites the other.
Brings understanding to its knees.
And I — I want to love without limit.
Love with the certainty of the sunrise,
Not because it’s perfect,
But because it’s inevitable.
Because it's guaranteed.
And the day where the sun no longer rises,
for you,
but not for me,
I will no longer continue to love.
Not for I am unable to give it afterdeath,
But for you are Unable to receive.
many years ago my sister and I went to Georgia to spend the Summer with our Daddy.
sadly he had to work so at home all the time he couldn't be.
However, we went to visit our aunt and grandmother. in their apartment building. there was a neighbor lady named Faye and we played with her kids Unbeknownst to us daddy had dated her a few times but he continued to & we all went to drive ins. It didn't seem like long but daddy told us that any day he was going to marry Mama Faye. Faye made it known that she would love us as if we were her own. we asked how she could do that. She said it was simple we were part of our dad and she loved him. she could not love him and not us.
not only were we getting
a bonus
sister but a sister and two brothers
It was plain that Faye loved our daddy. she made him happy hat is all that mattered. one day our world would shatter. First daddy died then our Mama Faye if of 41 years passed away leaving us feeling sad, drift, and forlorn. We siblings had each other but we still wanted Daddy and our bonus mother. They were married for 41-years and we all cried many tears that desolate day to come.Our oldest sister took care of a lot of things and then some!Thank God for my daughter & older sister Cindy..
Written by Ashe De La Keur Scovillle
I love him but he does not love me
Although he once seduced me with his art
His complex face I still do wish to see
I love him yet but he does not love me.
I puzzle over this anomaly
And wish the grief of lies to leave my heart
I love him but he does not love me
From his seduction ,I in pain do smart.
I detest him yet for I was then unknown
He hung on me the clothes of his desire
And when I called him once on his i phone
He labelled me a whore and quite unknown
His fantasy was not one I could own
Tried,judged ,condemned to perish in his fire
I detest him , hate him for I was newly known
And knowing me, he sent me to my pyre
" Ye clouds that far above me float and pause,
whose pathless march no mortal can control!"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834) France: An Ode-
Oh, how lovely Samuel, who was born near Devon,
the son of a vicar and school headmaster.
He was a vicarious reader as a child in particular
works of fantasy . . .
and as an adult, he was a poet, literary critic and philosopher.
He married a woman he did not love, and soon detested her,
resulting in marital woes, sadness and nightmares,
causing crippling bouts of depression and anxiety,
soon bi-polar and in time an opium addict.
Many of his poems reflect the deep anguish and struggle,
and in time became alienated from his family and friends.
The last eighteen years of his life in solitude under doctors care-
Yet this man wrote the most heartfelt and beautiful poems.
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December 15, 2016
Poetry/Verse/A Brief Bio
Copyright Protected, ID 16-858-391-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
A, I did not have time to talk to you about my ill fate.
It seems nice but I think it is a curse for me this year.
It has been 5 years since you were gone,
Although I do not feel missing you as I used to,
But it did not mean I love you any less.
I am upset that I did not love you as much as I should.
I suppose, one only learns how much one was lucky until one lost it.
I took for granted you would always love me
And I would be loved and cared forever.
Would you bless me to have wisdom,
Energy, time and love for my sons.
Whom you also loved as your grand children.
Even when you never have a chance to meet them.
I was grateful for your kindness, respect and
Treated me differently to the rest of the women in your life.
The Termination
Hallo Ann, let me tell you about your mother,
she was younger than I and a dancer
She got a job dancing at a club in Madrid
alas, she was pregnant, that would not do
a doctor, was paid well and your life ended
before you had dreams
I never saw your mother again, her name
was Maria, and she was beautiful
I never forgot you, thought of you as a girl
hence called you Ann.
I nursed you through childhood illnesses
changed your nappies and loved you.
Remember the first day at school, you
wouldn't let go of my hands until I promised
to sit outside and wait for you
when you were 12. it dawned on you that your dad
was a sad man who often drank too much
you sternly told him to stop this silly behavior
and he did
I wanted you to go to university, become a doctor
dressed in white with a stethoscope around
around your neck or a lawyer defending the poor
My only education was the school of life
Had you wanted to become a hairdresser or
a nanny, I would not love you less
Dear Ann, my love for you is endless
If I live to be very old, don't let me forget you
When I hoist anchor and start my voyage
on the sea of forever, hold my hands, and let
I gently go
love,
if indeed true,
isn't putting on pause
affection, approval, respect
until a condition,
or two, is met.
it isn't employing
control tactics
over anyone;
vote
with your feet
whenever handcuffed with
"or else"
cash in your chips
and walk away.
love isn't obligation
to keep someone content.
it isn't pressure
to be someone you're not,
to do anything you'd rather not do.
love,
if no strings are attached,
isn't being made
to feel pangs of guilt
for driving in your own lane,
it isn't being made
to feel indebted
to repay a favor done.
love
is not love if
it feels
one-sided,
looks
crooked.
Some Things to Think About
When is childish behavior no longer fun?
Can a self-righteous delusion actually be spun?
How much is enough? What’s the end game?
Are we seeking attention or some sort of fame?
What’s considered hate and what is not?
Why do some always chase that little red dot?
Can we think for ourselves? How bad are we flawed?
How can we not love our neighbors if we’re children of God?
When should a threat be met with fear?
Why are hidden messages never made clear?
Why do some people work while others just beg?
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
Can a poet create without any ink?
What makes a poem good and what makes it stink?
How can we know if we take things too far?
Are we good or bad? Can we choose who we are?
Love is not a volatile shallow stream,
There's whirlpool of passion and zeal within;
Liking is not love or vice versa seem,
Love is its sole kind; love alone can win;
Love can be concern, union, emotion,
Affection, evaluation, tight-bond,
Ready, even to sacrifice one's self;
With these, love moves like a locomotion;
There are, often, hopes that look like mere fond,
Love, like its name, contains all in itself...!
Love, I could feel, is reciprocity,
Give-and-take; take and give; joy overflows;
Wherever there seems an atrocity,
Though be alone, love stands and does oppose;
Love is not merely a flesh-blood substance,
It's heart-piercing ardor-filled fine feeling,
Love is greatest of divine fellowship;
Though, at times, it does things in reluctance,
Owing lack of therapeutic healing,
Conviction-filled duties, love does not skip...!
Love bestows values of every nature,
Love lets revaluation of values;
Love is love's unrivaled nomenclature,
Whatever is not love, love devalues;
None knows where did and does this love come from,
Do tempests bring this here on endless earth?
Do volcanoes and tsunamis accord?
When hostilities turn me wholly numb,
When inertia finds its dearth of mirth,
Love and love could be the only concord...!!!
29 April 2022