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How easily the words roll off my tongue
when decisions become too hard to make.
Even then, I only admit them to myself.
Sometimes I get confused, indecisive,
and hesitate in moments filled with doubt.
If only I had more confidence in myself
I would trust my voice not to stutter,
and maybe my heart wouldn't flutter
when you come so near to me.
Sometimes I turn and walk away
instead of smiling when I feel you there.
Sometimes I wonder
if there could ever be a you and me..
If only I could get past being so shy
Maybe, just once, I could look you in the eye
instead of lowering my head and walking by.
Maybe my life wouldn't seem so bleak.
If only I had the courage to stop in the hall
and find something to talk about.
Am I weak? Sometimes, I am.
If only, maybe, sometimes, and I'll add 'what if,'
I admit I use them as lame excuses.
my thoughts are profuse, and cluttered
with the 'what ifs' I only dream about.
I believe my alibis are lies,
but what if I remove the mask I wear
to hide the things I'd rather not see?
Maybe then I'd be more content with life.
If only my pounding heart remained silent
long enough to rid me of this fear.
Maybe I'd find the courage to be free
so you could see the real me.
If only...
August 4, 2020
Contest by Silent One
If only, maybe, sometimes
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
It covers so little of the ground
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
My emotions in the firing line
My life's become a battle ground
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
A life that’s been redefined
Hope rediscovered, a future found
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
A life style change complete, my life defined
My life’s become one big merry go round
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
But the change as given me a new lifeline
A change that’s is so profound
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
Its left me on cloud nine
A life that’s seen a turnaround
I cast a shadow this can’t be mine
A heart that’s broken held together by twine
I seal a kiss of blessings away from traitors
away from judgmental people and haters.
I am weary of reading and listening
to people using their pen to cripple, bringing
pain and suffering to other living souls.
I ask what their goal is to cast hot coals.
The vengeful dishonesty to incriminate
just makes us accumulate and abominate
the actions of the judgmental people and haters.
That is no way to behave, like mud swamp gators
because it seems to be conveyed that way.
Stop and surrender your brawling and say, "Nay!"
Back off! No more! Stay away!
11/8/2017
Don’t get down because of haters hating,
use it as motivation to shove your success in their face.
On to life off to unknown
Once your where born
On to life
You grow gradually
Not realising how fast
Time past
As it pass you by with
A mark
That only the wise recall
To move on with no
Same mistakes
On to life off to the unknown
Like you start the journey
with a competition Introduce
Like there is no choice
While mentality grow with
An intension unknown
All a build of personality
With an attitude
On to life off to unknown
Innocent you
Now guilty you
No not me like
A cry at last
How come you bear
This grief of an unknown
What was it we need in life
That could not be achieved
With a truth
We destroy
What mean it take to
Live as nature permit
For our desire can't
Let us be
Like we war
With an endless
Satisfaction
I wonder what be
our legacy
When it time for the unknown
On to life off to the unknown
Every one wants to go to heaven
But no one want to die
Time of death
Off to unknown
the mysteries after death
Still lies unknown
No matter how is manipulated
Here legacy play a roll
Like is profitable to be
Yourself
For the worth of life
Despite it gravity
Is not comparable
To your soul
Your person
Try to live
As you
Cos the reality
That exist when
It's time of the unknown
is legacy
Guess that keeps
The unknown known
Don’t be so hard on yourself, my friend..
Life’s too short to twist and bend.
The world will whirl with noise and fuss..
But not every storm belongs to us.
Let worries drift like passing breeze..
Unclench your jaw, drop your keys.
The sky won’t fall if you just pause..
And take a break from all its cause.
Kick off your shoes, stretch out your toes..
Let calm return in quiet flows.
No need to chase each shout or scoff..
Sit back a while.. just wander off.
The dramas shout, then fade away..
They’re loud at night, but gone by day.
So sip your tea and breathe in slow..
Let gentle moments steal the show.
Be kind to you.. give peace a chance..
Life’s not a race, but more a dance.
So put your feet up, rest your mind..
And leave the heavy world behind.
Annie Takes A Load Off
Annie lets the song play, hips cut like a blade,
Lights dim, bass hits, shadows start to cascade.
She moves like a weapon, every step’s an arcade,
No fear in her veins, just the beat she obeyed.
Annie lets the song play, fire in her stride,
She’s the storm, the calm, the wave and the tide.
No hesitation, no pause, she’s the guide,
Annie lets the song play, she’s alive inside.
Cherry coke on her lips, sweet venom she sips
She spins, teasing, pulling him into her eclipse.
Locked eyes, no escape, the room starts to slip,
He steps in, her rhythm’s got him caught in the grip.
Fingertips trace her spine, mapping the scars,
Gravity pulls them close, like planets and stars.
No resistance, no weight, no prison bars,
Just the rhythm, the beat, the world is ours.
Annie lets the song play, beats hit like a drum,
She moves like a prophecy, where she’s from.
No hesitation, no pause, she’s the one,
Annie lets the song play, her war’s been won.
Lights flicker, shadows stretch, bodies collide,
The song’s still spinning, the night’s their guide.
Annie lets the song play, no need to hide,
She is okay, she’s alive inside
For National Cat Day, October 29, 2022
Egyptians worshipped and revered them;
Superstitious people feared them;
When wicked witches commandeered them,
They rode on brooms and sometimes steered them;
In cramped pet shops owners tiered them;
Exotic dealers bred and reared them,
Sometimes bobbed their tails and eared them
Then cool and casually auctioneered them;
Poets lauded them and cheered them;
Children's writers buccaneered them;
Hateful boys have chased and jeered them;
Careless motorists have smeared them;
Allergics sneezed each time they neared them;
Sculptors bronzed them; groomers sheared them,
Trimmed their toenails and veneered them;
Toy makers stuffed and puppeteered them;
Jewelers brooched or lavaliered them;
Geneticists have engineered them
And for research volunteered them.
Though man's endured them and endeared them,
He's barely tamed, not domineered them.
To humans history has adhered them,
But their nine lives have persevered them.
And that is why I tip my hat
To the legacy of the cat.
Even this hard heart's been smitten
By a furry ball of kitten.
Cats have kept us fascinated
Since the first ones were created
And perhaps hung out with Adam's other half.
They have been both pets and passions,
And served as well as fads and fashions,
But it really is enough to make one laugh.
Men may ply themselves with worldly honors,
And of slavish dogs play prideful owners,
But to aristocratic cats…
They're merely staff.
Author's note: Cats may have been domesticated as early as 7,500 BC. They are the second most popular house pet in the U.S., behind…go figure!...freshwater fish.
Time’s up
mind’s plucked
watch me cave in
rhymes suck
my luck
hair’s wearing thin
corrupt
destruct
stops me thinking
clocks stuck
bell struck
sound silencing
Now I told you the minds plucked
first line look
write the hook
tip top tin pot I’m all shook up
lips lock can’t talk words in a book
flip flop fell off feet feel the muck
this rhyme of mine now starts to cook
Grapes with stems and apples with pips in
baking tin's hot for mashing cakes in
microwaves hum the smells you’re craving
visual treat the way this laying
succulent senses smells utensils
music playing instrumentals
banana berries you see genitals
banana cock with very berry balls
admittedly imagery imaginary calamity
the title says forced not fabulously
perspective talent I have or haven't
clear to see or transparent
a fight night fight knight fights fight knights
fighting fighters fighting fights
right through the night 'til early light
it's quite a sight when fight knights fighting
fight knights fighting fighters fighting fights fight all night
forced but great
cook or bake
walnuts cakes
waste of space
pick out of place
left on plates
cake fills waist
rhyme overrates
I say it straight
this page you save
bookmark cook shart
favourites hook hearts
great hits honk large
grey bits bonk hard
you think I'm
bonkers
more like plonkers pond cars boats
random words I just float
flash dance
gash glance
entrance
splash pants
drains fast
seepage
expands
stains grand
up set
get set
marks
won’t go
on show
all know
ball bag blow
fool go home
rhyme it like you're mental
do it with pen not pencil
don't rub it out write it again
I know a penguin poet called Gwen
no go again mean this poem's a gem
Time’s up mind’s plucked watch me cave in
rhymes suck my luck hair’s wearing thin
corrupt destruct stops my thinking
and no I haven't been foster drinking
There once was a Little One and a Mum,
They lived in the bush,
Somehow close to the city,
The Hills and the Ocean,
In a small house,
That had two rooms.
The toilet was outside,
And their vegetables were still small,
But the sunsets were grand.
Little One and Mum held hands, walking down the hill,
Stomping to let the snakes know.
Long grass and brick paths,
Wide open sky,
They cooked food together,
In their little kitchen,
They stared at the fire together.
Little One and Mum had what they had,
And it was enough.
Little One danced and made silly faces,
While Mum collected firewood.
Sometimes, it was boring,
The days were long.
It was a big walk to the shops,
Mum was still learning too drive a car.
Little One was brave and wanted to help,
Mum taught her as soon as she had learned herself.
Their home was powered by the sun,
And batteries, it was different.
But it worked and they were always learning,
From others who came before.
Mum learned to split logs,
So they were warm at night.
Her hands were almost always dirty,
Except for when making food from her soul.
The nights were quiet and the smoke from the fire place rippled across the hills,
How beautiful and dangerous fire was.
Mum and Little One,
Learning together.
I was once without a Savior
Without hope, and without life
All my nights were full of fearing
And my days with pain and strife
Then I prayed, and I cried
And in love, He answered me
I was chained, I was tied
But in grace, He set me free
I was purchased by my Savior
And His servant I became
In the day that He broke off my chains
*********
I was chained by fleshly feelings
Sin just wouldn’t let me free
And I knew I couldn’t free myself
But who would rescue me?
Then He came, rescued me
Now I’m free to dance and sing
Now my heart’s filled with glee
I am cherished by my King
So I’m running to my Savior
And I’ve never been the same
Since the day that He broke off my chains
*********
When my life was full of sorrow
And the skies were full of rain
I forgot about His mercy
And complained about my pain
Then He came to explain
And at last, I understood
Blessings come through the rain
He is only ever good
I was suddenly so joyful
Started dancing in the rain
In the day that He broke off my chains
*********
Still it isn’t always easy
Pilgrim trails are often rough
But along this trail He’s shown me
That His grace will be enough
I’ll recall and I’ll tell
Of the times He heard my plea
When I tripped, when I fell
In His grace He lifted me
Then my mouth was filled with laughter
And my tongue with songs of praise
In the day that He broke off my chains