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'Twas for a freshman dance called Turnabout,
Her invitation was such a surprise;
She was tall and fair, exuding social grace,
A bashful jock was I, so out-of-place.
Her brother drove us, a gallant gesture,
I actually sat down next to him!
Left her fuming alone in the back seat,
Fighting off tears, smiling a smile so grim.
The moon shone bright, the stars brightly twinkling,
Heaven-sent alluring constellations;
Comets and meteors painted the sky,
Midst planets with dazzling rotations.
Whilst down on Earth, a fair maiden's distress
Let disappointment her fair cheek caress.
Alone In The Dressing Room: Just Before Curtain Up
Oh Yes! My career!.. It's behind me.
And the bright lights I’d worked so hard for
Now they’ve airbrushed my face
That looks so out of place
On that poster they’ve stuck to my door.
My name is no longer top billing
It’s been pushed further down out of view
By some rich kid who blogs
From his channel of vlogs
And gets paid just to like all this too.
The curtain goes up in five minutes
But I think it should really stay down
They haven’t a clue
What real actors do
On the stage in this backwater town.
I’m the oldest guy here in this cesspit
And this dressing room’s cramped and too cold
The 'luvvies' will shout
That I’ve sadly sold out
Unlike seats for this show so I’m told.
I’m supposed to walk out there all happy
To some kids who just couldn’t care less
And keep 'doing my thing'
And get them to sing
- I’m washed out, fed up and a mess.
A Knock On The Dressing Room Door: Not Long After Curtain Down
I just wanted to say a big 'Thank You!'
The three of us had a great time
I’m not sure where to start
So I’ll speak from my heart
We loved you and your great pantomime.
My husband and I brought our ill son
And now value what laughter is worth
We saw sickness displaced
By wide smiles on his face
Despite his short time left on earth.
You brought us much joy, light and comfort
From the stage to the seats where we sat
No medicine or pills
Can cure our son's ills
But for two hours - tonight - you did that!
This is a poem regarding gender dysphoria and being transgender. If you do not support that kind of thing, please do not leave rude comments and simply click away. I actually found this poem recently in one of my old journals from almost three years ago now, so there is much history to this poem.
I touch myself
I feel...wrong
Like something's missing
Or isn't supposed to be there
But I ignore the feeling
I get on with life
"I'm just self conscience"
A pitiful lie
Next I turn around
To hear what was said
"Boys on one side, girls on the other"
Is what the teacher says
And I follow those who look like me then
But there's no sense of belonging
I feel out of place
And panic screams inside of me
I am not who I am
There's another inside of me
She screams in chains
Shackled to the curse of a body
The body, shackled to the norm of society
I'm told that I'm supposed to grow old like this
And I die on the inside
It feels like the wrong fuel for an engine
Or a square peg in a round hole
I imagine myself
Beautiful and free
I get told that I'm wrong
But I know it's who I am supposed to be
And so like a caterpillar
I metamorphisize
Until the beautiful butterfly inside of me
Gracefully flies out and away
Allusion the word used
it seemed out of place
and wedged between
repetition and simile.
Her thick English sounding accent
was as attractive as her
Gorgous face and , she had
more appeal then all the Ladies here combined!
She was talking about writing and began
bragging about the day she
was in Windsor Canada and meet
Feasty Broadway ( the world renewed)
Musician and singer.
She said she took the bus from
Detroit and while there
the went to the Windsor Stadium while
several folk auditioned for
The play? or Opera " Best Sentio( Bel Canto).
" There he was all cute and smelling great:
and I was flabbergasted as I got his autograph.
While there we heard a guy talking to another guy
about the "The Treasure of Kiss-Per"
we thought it was a play: until we heard them speaking about
getting the ship close enough to
the detroit shoreline. Then we remembered
the legend of the Tresures of Churches, taking by
Canadain Pirates in
the early 20 th centery.
My freind and I stood there
and found out Feasty was involed in the Unearthing of the Loot!
Love is an authority.
It dictates choice and consequence
and joins together all the wayward lamenters
who grieve at their loss of purity.
Love is an actuality.
It breathes new life into masochists
who wished to die a thousand times over
and prey upon the weak and fragile.
When you let love in at first, it may seem out of place,
like a foreign object lodged in your chest, a parasite
feeding on the brains of its host, thriving in darkness,
blood-letting leeches drain this swollen heart...
But love does not enforce kindness; only offers a gentle reminder
for anyone who's forgotten how great it feels
to give for the sake of giving
and not be afraid of his own shadow.
The squirrel collects,
to keep his winter safe.
The oak tree buds,
not a branch left out of place.
The grass will grow,
another spring comes forth.
The flowers will bloom,
the ducks and geese fly north.
The birds will sing,
as if hatched from a master plan.
The bunnies dance and run around,
this greening land.
Winter now closed,
another season has come to pass.
Spring has sprung,
but it to will end and never last.
Summer now arrives,
to show us all it's might.
Then it to will fade,
as fall comes into light.
Life is precious,
a gift worthy of news.
Keep watch of the squirrel,
for winter's review.
Whispers whirl in some distant lands,
Where sunshine spills on shifting sands,
Some deviants stroll diverse ways,
Beneath the shrouded clouds of grey.
They`re the ones who query the core,
Their spirits crave for something more,
Not bound by strings of common thought,
They yearn to be eyed as big shots
To them the divine, a pale glow,
A faint truth, that with the breeze blow,
A scintillating sinking star,
That wanders from some realms afar.
Perhaps the deviant don`t care
How others think and how they stare,
How shattered mirrors shine unclear,
How they create worries and fear.
They dance where angels fear to tread
And weave their thoughts with added threads,
Their hearts a compass, keenly tuned,
To melodies of worlds perfumed.
Some customs grown over long time,
Amidst the common minds do shine,
But to deviants, a true source
Of annoyance, they don`t endorse.
They carry burdens from the woods,
The gleam of what is bad and good,
A drapery of light and gloom,
That by their very hands is loomed.
The divine, in its grand design,
May find a beauty, that does shine
In every soul that dares to be,
Unfettered, unchained and quite free.
Deviants may seem out of place,
With an obdurate, upright grace;
Yet in their eyes, a knowledge deep,
Secrets the slumbering world keeps.
The divine isn`t reached through one gate,
But diverse roads that clinch our fate
And those who diverge, with eyes clean,
May see truth others mightn`t have seen.
So let them stroll, at their own stride,
Where the inner streams softly slide.
For in deviants` shining soul,
The divine may find a round whole.
She took her child.
and ran into the night,
I searched for them,
they were nowhere in sight.
My world shattered,
I don’t know what to do,
I’m not missing just one,
but there is two.
I have spent ten years,
taking care of the child,
Cast out of his life,
I was Exiled.
I miss his laughter,
his voice and the looks on his face,
With the two of them gone,
I feel so out of place.
Getting over her,
was not easy it was tough,
He was a blessing,
a Diamond in the rough.
It’s been over a year,
and they tell me he is tall,
My hands are tied,
my backs against the wall.
I thought,
I would see him grow up become an adult,
A fine young man,
my input a direct result.
I love him,
as if he were mine,
I would give my life,
to see him just ONE MORE TIME….
TURBO1904 NOV.3rd 2021
The countryside was silent as midnight was approaching
On the porch I sat content with a Brandy a toasting
The calmness around me on this moonlit tranquil night
Whilst drifting clouds curtained, and blanketed her from sight
So I arose from my chair intending to retire for the day
When a light in the distance outshone the moons display
One became two as they disappeared into the black
My mind so in overdrive as my thoughts now never lacked
Inquisitive as I am, I headed out to investigate
It's about an hour from my house, I hope I'm not too late
Many miles walking, trudging in the pitch black dark
With just a paltry torch, up ahead I see an arc
It appears to be connecting, to the two lights I had earlier seen
Once again my minds in wander, these lights are actually machines
They started glowing brighter as the arc increased in size
Then from the light two beings appeared, right before my eyes
Initially they were of ashen colour, skeletal empty shapes
They now appear to be shape shifting, like me in skin clad drape
Into the light they turn, revealing their look to me
Human form they certainly are, but hideous they appear to be
Before me stands a male and female, with looks you'll never see
Where have these beings come from that parade in front of thee
He who looks like cyclops with teeth that fills his face
She resembles a Masai woman, not really out of place
The arc now changes direction, shooting beams into the darkened sky
Now other lights appear from the black, it's time to wonder why
With care I head off home, witnessing many more lights a falling
If they carry what I have just seen, theres more to come a calling
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You stand before me proud and free
At first I thought you were a fantasy.
You're smile, your touch so real to me
I need to know what you want of me.
I try to understand
Why you have come to this strange new land
So out of place in this land today
Yet I want you so to stay
I feel you are a part of me
I feel I need you here and you need me
I hope and pray I can find a way
To make you stay here in present day
My brave warrior proud and free
Take my hand and stay with me
Together a whole new world we will see
Let me give my heart and soul to thee
But alas you are just a fantasy
And a love that can never be
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