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She is tired of fighting, sick and tired of changes
Weary of the battles, the struggles and the challenges
She left so much, just to possess so little
Limping from holding on at every single angle
Faith came from the fight, now it is night
And she is exhausted, despite having a dim light
Holding on to her little faith for so very long
Clutching it tight, even singing it a song
Her faith cries out, her little faith screams out
Still young but giving everything out in a shout
But she is without concerned. Her pain is stronger
Holding on to her faith seems to make the pain linger
...So, she rocks her faith to sleep
She wants the pain to be numbed with aspirin
Knowing that there's no cure, but a brief separation
Like a bad toothache, she desires Novocain
Anything to relieve her from life's constant pain.
She now became apathetic. Her fire flickered out.
Unfulfilled promises and failed expectations about
How things will be better, how good life will be
But instead she is faced with constant trials and misery.
Wanting something so bad, but cannot get it.
Desiring a change, but it fails to manifest.
So the best thing to do when your heart is sore
From not getting what you want is not to want it anymore
...So, she rocks her faith to sleep
Suppressed her desires into the bed of her unconscious
Covering sheets of darkness over something so precious.
Her faith: covered in darkness, now out of sight.
Then she turned off all hope when she turned off the light.
Allowing her fears to surround her precious faith
That is under the sheet of darkness that resembles lace
Because she lived a life of promises, chasing a dream
But it was so troublesome that she wanted to scream.
Now walking in utter darkness, no hope or ambitions
Just one with her carnal desires and temptations.
Her faith, teary eyed and whimpering, at last closed its eye
And she closed the door of her heart, leaving it inside
And in there is where her faith still slumber
While she lives without a dream, failing to persevere.
Thought that life would be better, but instead
Is living a life similar to being brain dead
...Since, she rocked her faith to sleep
and Par-Policy: Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse
It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey,
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
and Passed Up The Palatable –
Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so not hard !)
But They Failed to Avoid:
The Ditch, The Decline, The Devoid
They Deformed; Distorted…
and Perished, at Path of Disdain- Deported!
Prithee, Who Wants to See… A Dashed-to-Pieces Pottery?
Not even-Periphery-me!... It’s No Longer Picture-Pretty
Despite Protocol-Deficiency… ‘til I get a Decent Setting Plate
On Broken Dresden- my Pheasant-Dinner Won’t be Ate
And Now… Disorder of The Day…
is Devious, and Double-Dismay
… Disgrace, Depression…
and A Putrid-Depraved-Puke-Stain-Progression
Plunged into Disease and Death;
Some Plummet and Pose-Deranged-Stealth
Percolating Panic…
and Picking Up Pride-Plagues- Still-Pandemic
from-Cain’s Prozac-Paddock … Pathetic !
Though, All Are Not Dissidents-Decayed…
Deteriorated … or Dastardly-Dross-Sprayed
Applaud- When Prodigal-Lost is Found,
and Those ‘Punching-Back-At-Pangs-Bane’ Pound!
By Adhering to The Dedicated-Drive,
of The Deft-Guardian-Defender’s Eyes
Who Points Where Our Polished-Pebbles’ Sling,
Put-Practice-Ping-Ping-Aim (ing)
Dove(ing) Over to Dangle The Desist…
or Meet Thy Downfall Pretenders-Risk…
For We Pummel Problems…
and Dent and Pelt Puzzle-Plight-Chains (Pop ‘em!)
Definitive Deeds, Decorous…
Meant to Disable Dynamite Pipes-Porous
To Prevent Our Pulverized-Maim
and Proffer: A Predicament-Slain
Our Pilgrimages In Pursuit of Paragon-Virtue…
Must Make Distribution or Divesture:
the Property… of Pomposity
Pageantry… Profits and Desperate-Popularity
and don – Parsimony, and Penury,
Pariah, Pest-Control and Peculiarity
yet Pleasurably, we have heirloom-Pendants and Pence-a-Few …
and Pearl-Gates and Doubloons and Dew Drops Too
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …
Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained
… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy, The Promise, The Paradise-Preordained
The Perfect-Future and The Victory-Parade
… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade
Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang…
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains
When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained
For On Position-Comparison, We ‘All’ Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane
Amen… Again… Amen
Do we not euthanize our terminally ill
because it is not ethical?..
..or do we not do it because of something MORE unethical still?
It costs more to keep a terminally ill patient alive.
It costs much less to euthanize.
The longer you keep alive the terminally ill
the more the medical community can charge on the bill.
Perhaps paranoia is paying a visit with me,
but I smell an ulterior motive in the medical community.
My friend dying from cancer was in chronic pain.
I begged the doctors to give him more morphine.
They refused saying that an increase would probably kill him.
"So what!" I screamed, "Haven't you noticed? He's Dying!
He's going to die any God damned way!
He doesn't have to die this God damned way!
Have some God damned mercy You God damned quacks!
He's in constant pain and he shouldn't have to die like that!"
I screamed the above however within me silently.
It was out of my hands short of the "killer" being me,
but Chris, if I could only do it all over again
I would have put an end to all of your suffering
even at the risk of going to prison.
It would be a small price to pay for my little brother friend.
I was confused at the time and wasn't clearly thinking
so I just played it safe and did absolutely nothing
other than stay with you until the final end
through 18 long hours of constant suffering.
It may sound horrible, but I found such joy and relief
when in death I finally saw you truly at peace.
Imagine your tooth being drilled without any Novocain.
Imagine that going on forever with no relief from this pain.
That's the kind of suffering I witnessed my friend sustain
and ever since then I haven't been the same.
Think of me what you will, but I love and support Dr Kevorkian.
This Is In Honor Of Him. A Very, Very Great Man.
Sometimes it’s like pulling teeth in pain, even with Novocain
Or climbing a San Francisco hill in a Chevy Chevette
Or trying to fly a kite on a none windy day
Words I say, from my heart to yours, seldom come easy
I’m certain my brain is not on ‘lockdown’ or it would
have told me so. Or maybe it did, and I simply wasn’t listening
It appears that I was born in the quiet zone, but I’m trying to get out
I wish that I was more vocal because you are a lover of words
It bothers me greatly that my words don’t flow as freely as a river
Is there a blockage? Is there a dame holding back words I want to
deliver? Although I know the beauty and the power of the spoken word;
Still, I struggle. But today, I sense a few fitting words, coming from
my heart to yours.
Please forgive me when I seem cold and distant, like the North Pole
Please do not hold it against me when I’m like the birds of Fall,
anticipating wintry weather. May it never be said of me,
that I have flown South on you.
Surely, it is not the fault of one such as you, who is as steady as
the sun, rising out of the Eastern sky. Never should one be blamed
who is strong and sure, fearless and faithful, so kind and true.
O dear one, may you never cease to be this way.
May it be said by me today without further delay.
You and I, forever together, we shall stay.
O, my dear beloved wife, the point is this:
I am sorry for the times I seem far, foreign, and dry.
There is no excuse for one like me, who’s such a lucky guy.
For I am blessed with one as lovely as the setting sun in the Western sky
04252015PS Contest, A Difficult Topc For You, Lewis Raynes
Sorry you don’t love me
Sorry I loved you so much I almost killed you
I didn’t know caring about you was crazy
It only made since cause you didn’t know how to do it like me
Thought you wanted that bytch with the big ass
But she only filled up half your glass
You forgot you were already full before you left all this potential
You left a girl that got beauty and mental
You left a chick that thinks about money she don’t even have
Just so she doesn’t repeat her past
She thinks about you in the same split frame like the mind of a Gemini
Cant figure out how I lost so many years
Full of fears and tears
Not willing to leave
No you wasn’t beating me
But we weren't moving up like George and Weezy
If you wasn’t going to be a leader
Then support the guide of your path
Knowing hoping tomorrow you will roll over and confess
That you never really loved me
And you only stuck around to fuq around
I knew about that chick you were sneaking with
You wasn’t really good at it I knew you wasn’t that type
But the curiosity of new puscy got you hype
You just wanted to see what it was like
And soon as you found out she was shallow and weaker
You came back home realizing there would never be another deeper
You run and hide clinging to your pride hoping it will keep you company
I hope you make some money off those beats
Cause the love that’s leaving you is priceless like Novocain at the dentists
Every “next” chick will only numb the pain of your hearts original occupant
Leaving a permanent cavity unable to be filled
Nursed you when your nose got a drip’
Put my lips on more than ya …
Some days I’m sorry I love you
Disappointed Tina
Tina was mad,
thought she gotten a lad
that would fulfill her dreams
turning whispers into screams
First night in bed under the spread
there was nothing there to grab
That’s when mean Tina kicked Fred out of bed
By; Eve Roper & Sonny Roper 3/21/2016
Inspired by Jan Allison's poem "Terrifying Tina"
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/terrifying_tina_770135
TERRIFYING TINA
A petite ballerina named Tina
Seemed serene but she couldn’t be meaner
When she got in the sack
She was on the attack
At the size and the shape of his ‘wiener’
Her suitors would then try to dodge her
After insults on their little todger
But listen up guys
I have a surprise
She’s transgender and she was once Rodger!
20th March 2016 Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Continuation poem written by Sonny Roper
TERRIFYING TINA PART 2 - COLLABORATION WITH SONNY ROPER
Tina wanted a special honeymoon night
She wanted everything to be just right
Into his drink she slipped two little blue pills
It was to enhance their midnight thrills
Into the bed she jumped with her stud
But the night suddenly turn into a dud
Fred was in the land of dreams! As a joke it seems
Someone had slipped Novocain into her Vaseline!
Original Limerick by Jan Allison - the story of Tina continued by Sonny Roper
25th March 2016
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/terrifying_tina_part_2___collaboration_with_sonny_roper_771773
Chorus:
Whatz Love-Does it mean anything in your mind
Tough Times-With that one girl in your life
Whatz Love-So many dayz have passed by
Tough Times-Sleeping by yourself every night
Whatz Love-Baby-Whatz love to you
Verse:
Love is a word
That holds two hearts together
Never separated in spirit
Holding each other forever
Never confused
‘Cuz you’re my soul mate
I thank the Lord
For sending a beautiful angel to hold me
This never was a role play
A life long dream of romance
Tryin’ to hold on
Her love is the only way
It’s like Novocain
To numb and ease the pain
But still I feel that “cold rain”
That’s when my flows change
Can’t you see my words contain
So much sentimental value
Still lovin’ everything about you
Whatz love baby
Whatz love to you
Chorus:
Whatz Love-Does it mean anything in your mind
Tough Times-With that one girl in your life
Whatz Love-So many dayz have passed by
Tough Times-Sleeping by yourself every night
Whatz Love-Baby-Whatz love to you
Verse:
Love can mean a lot of things
Good and bad
Sometimes leads to diamond rings
Thatz never sad
Beautiful sparks
Maybe broken heartz
But right now
Itz just you and me
In this world of Godz
Alwayz prayin’ for strength
When we’re apart
Lonely thoughts in my head
Sad remarkz
Love wordz never said
All our special times
Dreamin your body
Close to mine
Thatz what makes love real
So tell me baby
How do you feel
Whatz love baby
Whatz love to you
Tell me, are you turning gray now
It's easy to divine
The timber in your voice tells me
You haven't slept for days
Your weary words are winding
Through the telephone tonight
And their telling all the things
You cannot bare to say
It's killing you that you can't stop yourself
As it's rolling through you veins
And you feel like you've been screaming but,
You just can't feel the pain
You're tearing you self up inside
And I can't do a thing
It kills me not to be there but,
Only you can make you sane
Like tar, it gums your insides
Into a sticky icky mess
It sucks your lungs like cellophane
And clogs up your chest
You take the hits and roll with it
And beg on your knees for more
You've been like that a while now
I can't take it anymore
It gnashes teeth and clashes claws
the demon that you chase
I got demons of my own to bleed
I can't keep up with your pace
Rehab didn't help you much
And me, I've never been but,
I have a couch that welcomes junkies
Who sit eating up their sins.
It feeds on all the feelings used
To keep the beast at bay
Its the only way of living
While you're dying more each day
I know it eats you up as
It makes you fell alive
Its killing you by numbing out
Like soul Novocain inside
A never ending battle
As you fight to reach the top
You can tell them every time you "quit"
But you'll never, no you'll never
STOP.
Form:
There’s a girl, a poet, pen in hand
Sitting beneath a maple tree
Trying to find something beautiful
To let her words run free
She spends the hours pondering
While her mind is busy wandering
And each word lingers an hour or two
Then scratched right off the page
A book of partial prose, unfinished
For this young beautiful sage
There’s a gentleman of forty-something
For years he played guitar
Trying to find something beautiful
“I thought it would take me far”
The chords he was composing
Were a closure never closing
And by the time his whisky drowned
His passions swam away
A heart’s crescendo in the past
With beautiful unborn tunes
And in a world of labels, plastic
Sucking on the media’s breast – here we are
Trying to find something beautiful
Apart from all the rest
It’s morphine for the minds that wonder
Into literary words of prose
And never find the beautiful something
Where the spirit of Keats’ mastery flows
It’s Novocain for hearts that compose
The melodic chords hidden within
Yet fail to find that beautiful something
That Lennon’s ghost could also sing
For the many, it rests
Beneath the tomb stone reading:
Here lies the hearts and minds of those whose fire
Burnt out years before they
Found something beautiful