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You would need giant shears
To cut a rug,
And why should anyone need to do it?
In their 20s and 30s, they jitterbugged
If you had the energy to pursue it
The jitterbug was a lively dance
That was all the rage,
They danced frantically
Both entirely engaged
In dancing as if there was nothing to it.
All seemed to dance on one spot,
Not using up much space,
They jitterbugged and jitterbugged
At a manic pace
The poor rug suffered that was on the floor
Continuous dancing is the reason that rug wore
It acquired dents and slashes
As if cut by scissors or a knife
Caused by all those young lads and lasses
That cut the carpet, causing the rug strife.
To cut a rug means to dance,
Not just the Jitterbug.
I like to dance the waltz,
Cos, I get a cuddle and a hug.
We all think we can do things which we can’t.
‘There’s nothing to it’ – how we’ll rue those words!
Those other jobs look simple – which they aren’t.
Thus, landing helicopters, roping herds,
injecting diabetics, seem a snip:
but teaching is the softest. “What jackass
could fail at chalk and talk?” Please! Get a grip!
Just try it, bro. Go stand before a class.
We’re at the hotel’s cheese and scrambled eggs.
I’m soon to show Mercedes London’s sights.
What drains my ego to its bitter dregs
(interpreting is easy, right?) is when
I ask the staff ‘Is Big Ben open nights?’
in English, and assure her, ‘que bien!’
Looking inside out, I might not be so bad/
Because the world is going mad and I can't be sad/
I should really be motivated, to touch down better/
But this storm I'm trying to weather, I can't let up/
Looking inside out, I just wonder how I look/
Some people think I'm cool and don't see me as a crook/
But some do, they want to push their weight around/
So I stand my ground, they not dealing with a punk/
They dealing with a hound, I'm ride or die bound/
Turn a smile to a frown, so they try to laugh now/
If you do, you're guaranteed to cry later/
I'm a verbal assassin, as well as a regulator/
I can turn your real life into a scary movie/
I'm the light bearer, I'm the knowledge of truth/
And I can against the best like nothing to it/
When I got falsely accused, I would always ride for them/
Now, when I need a lift, nobody is riding for me/
They screaming ride or die but nobody dying for me/
Blind as can be, but I'm still trying to see/
They said no pun intended, but they punking on me/
Since I received the rock, they steady running to me/
I ran away, they chase me, trying to gun me down/
I ran a hundred miles, but still no touch downs/
I walk a lonely road, bag on my shoulders, just clothes/
On this yellow brick road, no friends, no girlfriends/
An antisocial optimist so give me the time/
There's no need to hate on me or make my life Hell/
Sometimes I feel insane, I be out of my mind/
But looking inside out, I will be just fine/
2026
Happy 2026
It's a new year
For me to fix
Fix some things I been working on
To make me better
Continue to get myself together
Didn't come with a resolution
I came with a plan
To help me
When life comes with demands
I learned to be grateful
For the simple things in life
When I have problems
Send them to Jesus Christ
This year is for progression and redirection when im fighting battles
Use God as my protection
My biggest Flex
Is God is not done with me yet
This year im going to be Big on Me
And Reciprocating energy
I'm going to be my biggest supporter of all my endeavors and dreams ??
Going after everything i wanted
It's time to jump on it
Jump on it ,excel
Wish people well
Stop talking about it
And just do it
It's nothing to it
I want be in the mix
At a table
Be overwhelmed
With God's favor
I want my gift and talent to be my challenge
I know I can handle it
Starting off on a great note with great vibes
Whats in store for me i cant hide
Let the haters be your motivation
Know you were God's creation
Life can put you in the mix
Things can change real quick
This is just what its going to be in 2026
Written by Concetta Hardnett
1/1/2026
My dear, I have only just woken up
and opened the refrigerator
to take out
some joys, some sorrows, and a few blessings.
I wrote a song
and fed it birthday-cake.
The fennel flowers have remained just the same,
only the chair kept beside the window
does not want to sit there anymore.
And on it, last night’s moon
has folded away its white shirt.
I picked it up,
shook it gently,
and a few old afternoons
came tumbling down.
Then I went out to the balcony
and saw
an ant, very slowly,
changing the co-ordinate of my home.
I said nothing to it.
These days, those who have to leave,
on their way out,
should not be called back.
The fennel flowers have remained just the same.
I was arrested this morning in bed
The evidence was very overwhelming
I was bloody and bleeding all over
In a frenzy last night
After some wine
Apparently I committed atrocities
As I sit inside this bare white interrogation room
I can tell you with a clear conscience
I feel no remorse
No regret
They all deserved to die
I crushed them
Made them bleed
Made them plead
I showed not one drop of mercy
Killer killer killer
I slaughtered them all
Every last female I could slap, slay or strangle
Dead dead dead
I am guilty as charged
By the end of the evening
My friends had to restrain me
A frenzied killer was on the loose
Although they themselves carry some of the guilt
I could not commit this crime alone as I did
Sure they killed a few here and there too
I know what you’re thinking
The Killing fields
Well Law and Order, FMD division
Was about to start their interrogation
Nothing to it really
I readily confessed
Every single one of those dam females got what they deserved
I confessed, if I hadn’t killed them
They would have surely sucked me dry
Till I was all skin and bones
Why, I had an evil smile across my face
All those famous serial killers
I out did them all
I showed no mercy
Blood and gore I slaughtered them all
Now you are all thinking
Who is this evil one?
So I say to you
I am also you
There is not one of you
Man or woman
In my shoes
Who, would not have done the same
Those darn female mosquitoes that night
Were driving me insane!!!!
Notes: Law and Order, FMD division
Female Mosquito Division
PETA, please do not protest in front of my house, this is pure fiction
thank you
Written in Free Verse
There's a star with my name written on it
I wrote it, so that's how I know
Came to me in a dream one starry night
Instant star of night I become.
In filigree lace I adorned myself
Placed a tiara on my head
Then made up my face like a beauty queen
And sprayed silver sheen on my hair.
Ready for action I soared into space
Leaving contrails above earth
You'd never believe the journey I had
Met the moon man,though sad he seemed.
Said he had no beams, that they'd wandered off
I said try borrowing from sun
Next, angels said there's no reason to hark
And only had harps without strings.
I reached my star, on it my name I wrote
Though tough as the star was aflame
The journey back home was not all that bad
Though I landed down with a smack.
Then I woke up, with my heart full of pride
That my name was now on a star
Anyone can do it, nothing to it
Make your mind up, follow your dream.
* * *
Rewritten in Swap Quatrain
There's a star with my name on it
I know for ‘twas me that wrote it
In a dream I flew high and far
With my name on it, there’s a star.
I was dressed in filigree lace
A sparkly tiara in place
Never felt so good or blessed
In filigree lace, I was dressed.
Rapid I rose up high in sky
Alike a bird, found I could fly
Passed by the moon, how his face glows
Up high in sky, rapid I rose.
When I reached sun, much later on
So very hot, soon I was gone
Sun said we could’ve had fun
Much later on, when I reached sun.
I reached my star, it wears my name
My one and only claim to fame
See my name wherever you are
It wears my name, I reached my star.
When I awoke I felt vast pride
And a joy that I could not hide
In gold are the letters which I wrote
I felt vast pride, when I awoke.
No, it isn't what you think
when I say I was enraptured
by the look in her eyes--
the eyes were those of a woman
who was dying and knew she
was dying....
I did not know her well--
she was the wife of someone
my wife worked with in the
prosaic world, the world of time
and schedules and appointments,
the world of taxes and getting
and spending and eating and
sleeping and making love (for
the lucky ones), a world filled
with the nightly news and TV
and a relentless social media,
a world that both commands
and ignores--but not the world
this woman was soon to leave
for, an unique voyage she must
take all alone: somehow she knew
this as she lay small and quiet
in her hospice bed--
past speaking any more,
not even to her old husband.
But though quiet as a mouse
or a saint, yet she smiled, at
all in the room it seemed,
though when I went in turn
to say my good-bye to this
near-stranger, I thought,
'She's smiling at me!' and
then I thought--
'She looks happy!'--
but how can that be
I wondered...until her eyes
gleamed with a light I have
never seen before in human
eyes--it was her soul I knew
that knew, and her soul had
no fear, death being less than
air, less than nothing to it--
her soul was ready.
[posted 4/29/21]
An ancient substance,
circling from the sky to the ground,
in its earthly home,
it flows profound.
With a body of jade blue,
twined with occasional rivets of light
it carries the thread of history from before
to now and beyond
traversing milennia worth of night and day.
It holds a captivating and mysterious past
on this tiny blue planet of ours,
in this universe so vast;
time is nothing to it in contrast.
It will remain here.
Far longer than you or I,
indeed far past humans as a whole.
It will stay in its cycle from darkness to light,
a lasting memory, a testament to the Earth.
Telepathic With Pitbulls, they're telling me they're tired/
Of all the trash metal, they wanna be inspired/
So go and retire while you have a chance/
Your career might be alright if you freelance/
Telepathic, I can hear you and I'm feeling the same/
I am disappointed, in what they have become/
My verses are warming, like a moth to flame/
If nobody got you then I got you, I'm changing the game/
Betting on me is not really not a gamble/
Since I came in the game, their life has been in shambles/
When it's all said and done, I'll be in the Hall of Fame/
I shoot for the stars but the stars are not my aim/
I know what people want, they tell me all the time/
My music is out there, flawless rhythms/
I would say I do this for a hobby/
But that would be a lie and a lie is a crime/
That's why those metal heads are locked in my bars/
I continue to rock YouTube from earth to Mars/
It seems that my style to you is derogatory/
I'm just telepathic with pitbulls and this is my story/
My verses are voodoo, savage, and vulgar/
I eat the competition like nothing to it/
I got my fans in the booth when I rock/
The stuff I come up with put me in shock/
Did I just say that, did I just create that/
I listen to your metal like did I just play that/
The voices in my head is saying take over the game/
You're the best these other guys are running out of ideas/
I'm irrefutable, my style is suitable/
My conscience is so out of this world, I got a third eye/
The way that I observe the game/
Is like a bird's eye view/
I see every angle... Truth, I see every angle/
Like the Bermuda Triangle, I'm right in the pentacle/
You'll understand later if you sit and let it pull/
But I'm a different breed, I'm Telepathic with pitbulls/
I'm that one grain that stands out/