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My darkness has lifted my future looks clear,
Then one certain trigger,
My eyes shed a tear,
Then thoughts after thoughts,
It's now all out of sorts,
Remembering the cancer,
3years that she fought.
My darkness has lifted my future looks clear,
Today's been a good day,
Had nothing to fear,
Thoughts after thoughts,
Of good days we brought,
Remembering the past times,
But the futures un wrote.
So one day of darkness,
And one day it's clear,
But there is no pattern,
There's nothing comes clear,
To grieve for my loved one,
There's no right way or wrong,
My ways to write,
A poem not a song.
I met a man some time ago
who late in age had a very healthy body
But when he opened up his mouth
his teeth looked rather shoddy
At tender age of five his face was adorned with many bumpy warts
Prescriptions such as creams covered with a nightly full face cotton mask
It would twist around his face, he often felt a long way out of sorts
Finally to a city consultation
prescribing facial radiation
Six weeks in total applied to his dial
mercurochrome a facial paint daily rubbed on
Not much in those days to really make him smile
So many years later probably sixty or so
he discovered radiation affects emerging adult teeth
causes them to crumble it's now what he has to show
A radiographer confirmed what he had read these are the side effects for sure
Arising from this most unnatural cure
Many comments from family and friends alike
about the sight of his unfortunate dental state
Not much affordable able to be done
it's now many years too late
Hope there's not too many more derogatory statements about this mans north and south
That refer once again to the visual components in his mouth
And what is so amazing his teeth don't give him any trouble
no aching no bouts of unwanted pain
If he had his time over could make his own decisions with his knowledge of radiation
it would never happen again
Footnote: this man has recently learnt that the radiation has most likely killed off the nerves hence no pain
Dedicated to Anil Deo and Belle Bellevue
My muse had taken a nosedive.
No inspiration whatever.
So I was inspired by two great poets,
And snapped off a leaf from a tree.
- /\ -
Incredible I met a dream lass
And wooed her with all my heart, declaring:
When I said “I love you”
We loved the whole night through
Well, we could not help but be happy,
Love was just our joy,
I was so happy over you.
Remember I pledged my love for you, dear
I will be yours so true
Nothing would separate, nothing,
Love was just our joy
I was sure happy over you.
Then fate had something out of sorts for us,
Our love became so fickle, darling.
Remember, I recall all that we declared
Our love had grown so cool, so tepid,
Maybe we needed a break.
And now you seem to love me,
How can I ever be sure?
What proof can you ever give me,
Cry over me, do
'Cause I cried a river over you,
How can I believe you love me?
My love for you was true.
Now you prove yours was true too.
For you did pledge eternal love
Prove, prove that is so true.
Truly I pledged mine and yours too.
I cried over you, remember!
Now you must remember too.
Cry for me my darling,
Cry for me so true!
Alas the snapped leaf had turn brown and withered,
And so had my muse.
Ever dream that you were travelling
on the astral plane at the speed of light
flashing forward and back through time
Floating in the air free as a bird
the only tie your cord to your body
an empty shell as you journey afar
Gliding around the world in hours
instead of days seeing all the wonders
slipping silently through people's homes
Hurling on until a sudden tug
has you fleeing back to your shell
landing in it all in disarray
Startling awake and out of sorts
you make heavy weather of the day
grumpy and moody not knowing why
Once your astral spirit leaves again
and travels far and wide through time
then gently returns to settle in smoothly
Now you wake refreshed and renewed
your body and spirit joined together
in perfect harmony with each other
dropping pennies down a garbage disposal
pretending that it is a wishing fountain of some sort
i am in a trance speaking nonsensical things
i am all out of sorts and i do not know why
at one time, everything seemed perfect
all lights were green and i was on my way
then....all of a sudden....i run a red light and hit something suddenly head on
everything has been spinning ever since, and i have not been able to find balance
somewhere between a spinning wheel day and a tilt-a-whirl night, i hear a knock
i look through the doorknocker, and a beautiful lady out of nowhere is on the other end
i open the door, and knocked out i am at the warm smile greeting me
in that instant i am back on track
in that instant i immediately realize what i have been missing
you tell me that you just moved in next door and wonder if you could borrow some sugar
i want to say 'yes' and purse my lips, however, i shake that thought out of my head and invite you in
she says she is making a vanilla cream crumbcake for her grandmother's 85th BirthDay
i reply by saying 'cool deal' and offer my assistance....along with the sugar
with a smile that blew me away even more, she kindly accepts
i now have a reason to believe again
once again God Provides The Light....
From grace a sudden fall
So unexpected and unexplainable to all
It is said they followed the light
A sudden decision made that night
All out of sorts they said they were
Their state of mind just a blur
Unable to even think straight
No seeing reason it was too late
Before a change in their mind
Materials needed they had to find
Losing all their will to fight
Unable to see end of tunnel light
Having all their dreams crushed
Their feelings aside they were brushed
Goodbye was written in a final note
To blame yourselves please don't
Everything in hand for it to finally end
Smiling to them self no need to pretend
Time had now come and with all that said
They knew by morning someone would find them dead.
Grouchy is a grubby feeling,
with the nasty taste of blah;
makes you out of sorts with living,
the opposite of hurrah.
You don’t like anything
you used to really love;
instead of giving kisses
you would rather pinch or shove.
You are bored to tears;
your toys - worn out and old;
you sit before your breakfast
until the eggs are cold.
No one can please you,
not even mom or dad;
and if you are not careful,
you’re in your room for being bad!
Some people say, “You got up
on the wrong side of the bed;”
maybe you should get back in,
crawl out the other side instead.
What makes you feel so out of sorts?
You think you just might cry
and mommy says she’s sure you ate
a slice of gritty grumble pie.
We all have days that go kerplunk;
we do some things we shouldn’t do,
but it will soon get better;
pull your feet out of grouch goo.
Just put a smile on that sweet face
and tell the grump to go away;
the sun is up and life is good,
get busy, go outside and play!
© September 18, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
What should I do? My mind I've lost!
I must find it at any cost,
I've got to work to prove I'm sane,
It matters not if I'm in pain.
I've lost my mind, find it for me,
I need it now, can't let it be,
You look down here, I'll look up there,
It must be, has to be somewhere.
Oh please, help me, I've lost my mind!
They'll deem me mad if I don't find,
Right now, I feel so out of sorts,
It must be hiding in my thoughts.
I've lost my mind for a season,
Standing at the edge of reason,
Let it roam free, I'll sing a song,
It will find me out before long.
08/26/17
Syllable count: 8.8.8.8 per stanza
I was feeling out of sorts,
anxious and depressed from my plight.
Falling asleep while watching the stars,
I had my wings spread, ready to take flight.
Then I thought I saw you dancing,
With him, near the moon's light.
You were happy,
Full of love and inner light.
Your eyes reflection,
Revealed my distant fight.
I saw myself in you,
you opened heaven's skylight.
Inside I was wanting,
Illuminated by your kryptonite.
I need you, and told you so,
you responded outright.
"Anytime you need me,
board my ship beneath the sky."
"Just close your eyes beneath the stars,
pray to me, and take flight."
"Please bring your ticket,
it's what gives you an invite."
I woke from my sleep,
I felt refreshed and full of foresight.
Lying on my lap,
A ticket that had been punched at midnight.
It was from heaven's starship,
and it said that God was the commander during my flight.