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Smothered,
patience wanes her cure
morning bites
more than one can chew
and . . .
it's cursed, cast from demons
begging to get there first
blood drips down the back of the throat
in the stillness of the dawn
clenched teeth
awaiting
a perfect mood to be borne
dusted,
rouge makes way
to face the gruesome,
graved
grovelled within the growl
gulped, drenched
in pure goldlike moments,
stat
liquid caffeine
needled
hooked then veined
nothing ventured nothing gained
sown then spread,
an awakening of the dead
blind
ripped corners of the mind
aching and coming to head
why hell,
you forced me
to wish for dead
there's no time for love
when answers receive no call
fall, fall, fall
we all fail
then fall again
She’s so out of my league.
She’s just so out of my league.
So many guys want her-
Who’d consider any other?
Seems no one can have her.
She’s just so sunny sweet,
No other girl can compete.
All my friends and I must concede-
She’s out of our league.
She’s seems out of my league.
But is she out of my reach?
Those guys give her the eye—
Discouraged, won’t even try--
Feel they don’t qualify.
She always walks alone.
Maybe I could walk her home.
If I can see past her mystique
She’ll not be out of my league
“Nothing ventured, nothing gained”,
I told myself again and again.
I could strut beside her.
I should smile and talk to her;
Always be kind to her.
Gotta step up, swing for the fence-
Exercise some confidence.
Maybe I’ll slink away in shame;
Or I might set her heart aflame.
(Chorus)
Could this working-class guy ever catch her eye?
Is she too pretty to be seen with someone like me?
Does she have too much charm to ever hang on my arm?
If I thought so, I’ve already lost.
Anxiety
There is a stress that is brought upon a person from a source not of his own making. Also, there is a different self-born/inflicted type, though unplanned, yet avoidable. Since becoming an adult and finishing college, I have been jobless at least four times. Each period of unemployment caused stress, discomfort, and some anxiety.
In the Spring of 1974, after resigning a position with a drug rehabilitation program, I had no idea what I would be doing next. I had been married less than two years, with a baby less than one year old. As I recall, the Lord being merciful to me, I was able to find employment in a relatively short period of time.
In the Fall of 1974, I quit my job as a baker and moved some 600 miles to another state. The move became a source of anxiety. Nevertheless, I began to grow as a person and a christian. I have heard it said, "Nothing ventured; Nothing gained." In my early years, it seems that I was programed to take giant leaps of faith; but currently, not so much. Rain usually comes with a storm; and roses are surrounded by thorns.
In Fall of 1978, yet again, I resigned a social program and moved to another state 2000 miles away. I have learned that adversity is good for me; and also that it is not good to drive while looking through the rear view mirror.
In 2003, the company for which I worked for 25 years went out of business. It was not easy starting over at 54 years of age in an economy recovering from the pain of "911". In my view, anxiety does not have to be a death warrant, nor does stress signal a terminal illness. On the contrary, they may well be a warning for us to 'kick it' into another gear.
02242017 PS Contest, Anxiety, Lewis Raynes
She's kissing mirrors and plucking hairs.
Wants to be with someone who cares.
She's running late - puts on a spurt.
She brushes her hair, slips on her new skirt.
She's hoping to meet a new someone.
Who won't just break her heart for fun.
She needs a friend, not just a flirt.
To end her loneliness and the hurt.
Is she too early or is he late.
With trepidation she sits and waits.
And plays it cool, it's just a game.
Thinks nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Now staring through an empty glass.
Her solitude is about to pass.
He calls her name, looks into her eyes.
They share their stories and realise.
They make the same journey everyday.
Both strangers heading a different way.
Together they sit and share their wine.
He makes her laugh - it's been a long time.
Who were these men
who stood on deck,
and sailed the seven seas?
To hoist the sails,
and tell the tales
throughout the centuries.
Navigation by the stars
to islands then unknown,
like bitter root or passion fruit
the seeds of wisdom sown.
Adventure bound, they left home port
though some did not return.
They chased their dreams,
but met their fate
to sink or swim or burn...
When their hourglass is empty,
and the sea has laid it's claim,
will history mark these sailors,
or even know their names?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
is that the measure of a man?
The truth for each - it lies within
they sail.... because they can.
Copyright © 2009
losing at some game
produces very little shame
no one else to blame
pride quite easy to reclaim
nothing ventured nothing gained
big or little stakes
wagers may keep minds awake
or make weak souls shake
don't bet what shouldn't be lost
keep in mind that final cost
losing in a war
involves relatively more
lost for evermore
may be people you adore
wagered in deadly gore
bet all of one's mind
on what remains undefined
life a non-stop grind
of intensely out of line
dancing with wild emotion
keep the odds in scope
know when it's time to say nope
don’t ante last hope
when on that slippery slope
full of angles and false tropes
Valiant suitor in pursuit; for a valentine he has on his mind,
Aching to catch the eye of a lady sweet, fair and kind.
Longing to impress, in his intentions, he must truly shine.
Each day he yearns for a passioned filled fate,
Notions fill his head, with dreams of their first date.
Troubled briefly, that she would decline his advances;
Inspired by February's hearts and flowers, he would take his chances.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained"; hoping his invitation would not be in vain.
Evening comes, the table is set, the candles glow; dinner and dancing a perfect
night for romancing.