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I was open minded and accepting of people,
honest and hopeful, kind and helpful,
living in the moment unplanned and peaceful.
My intentions were good yet I'd stand up to evil,
confident natured when challenged by egos,
I didn't pass judgement and treated all equal,
except for the weirdos with whom I'd be lethal.
I didn't look at people and think I was better,
I didn't look at people and think I was lesser,
but sadly I learned that people will compete,
I didn't make competitions yet still they repeat.
I was about understanding why you were upset,
manipulators were the ones I would get,
who took advantage without any regret,
creating victims but never in their debt.
I appear unaware but I'm tuned into lies,
I don't need to hear them I see it in the eyes,
it's from close observation that I recognise,
there's too much activity going on in the mind.
You're not calling on a memory from a moment in time,
you're creating this entity and fitting it in line,
your brain shows you memories you don't use your eyes,
but when you create things there's need to visualise
I'm the target targeted all of the time,
they try to outsmart me and socially climb,
but repeating means practice and I detect the signs,
I move one step ahead appearing one step behind.
With honour I'll take on the one on one,
but I know now face to face isn't for some,
I play by the rules that aren't for everyone,
they go behind your back growing obsession,
the sinister armed with just this one weapon,
so when they get you they don't do it for fun,
and they got me before I knew to get them,
defeated before I knew what would happen.
And that's why I'm now someone rejecting of people,
because sometimes there's no way of noticing evil,
I wont again be damaged by those weak and feeble,
but I know if I see them I'll do something illegal
You see, apart from well brewed coffee,
And soothing rhumba spiced with jazz,
I love women, no l ladies, yes lasses,
They are like whimsical poetry.
Women are well endowed beings,
Beings with soothing lovely voices,
Beings that walk around with precious gourds,
And a backyard full of soft-to-touch orchards.
Imagine of a world devoid of ladies,
It could be a boring one indeed,
Gloominess would loom everywhere,
With deep, hoarse and irritating voices.
If loving them is a sin, I am already a sinner,
If defending them is a crime, I better rot in jail,
No obligation amounts to having 'hot' damsels,
And no purgement can outsmart a pulchritude with sturdy cones.
A certain religious leader always condemns my habit,
He says I will not make it to heaven with my coveting,
Too sad, I have a tattoo on my right deltoid,
And the Holy book says we will not enter Jerusalem!
There were wolves, coyotes and wildcats:
all fighting for supremacy in vast grasslands,
but envy made them greener than grass and harder than rock...
trying to break up the alliance between the rabbit and the fox.
Morning came without delay as light shone on the dusky, sea-weeded reefs;
they silently gathered behind the tallest weeds resembling hungry beasts,
hoping they'd pass by and entrap them and have a meal...
and they waited many hours to make that imagined kill.
How could they outsmart a rabbit with his agility
and a fox with his shrewdness? Their plot had to have ingenuity
to make them fall for that something they desperately craved...
and what was it they were looking for? Was it flesh they desired?
These two harmless animals looked out for each other ,
any unfamiliar sound or noise would make them shiver
and alarm them to keep a sharp eye on anything that moved...
even a gecko climbing rocks would would make them feel awkward.
And the shy rabbit and the sly fox gave a hint to hunters,
pointing where they were hiding: in the shade of poison oaks;
not knowing that they would have a mad rash so unexpected...
they ran chased by a dozen of dogs as the rabbit and foxed reveled.
The wolves, coyotes and wildcats vowed revenge, if they ever escaped;
no rabbit or fox would survive in their territory...if they were found
snoozing under the shady wildflowers or on the top of logs:
they'd surely be the perfect treat for their growling stomachs!
The rabbit and the fox finally enjoyed their freedom and loyalty
by planning a more effective strategy despite fret or calamity.
I’ve always craved for the flickering heart
The type that shivers, shimmers but shambles.
No blazing heart could have sustained that part
I wonder why the light heart breaks apart
As if it has always sprained its ankle.
I’ve always craved for the flickering heart
I wonder why the light heart must restart
From where oblivion makes its mouth mumble.
No blazing heart could have sustained that part
This golden heart always seem to outsmart
The blind, dim and the wicked that grumbles
I’ve always craved for the flickering heart
This raging heart would always top the chart
As it darts out and suddenly tumbles.
No blazing heart could have sustained that part
The glimmering heart is what I call art,
Therefore, it’s rays of light would not crumble.
I’ve always craved for the flickering heart
No blazing heart could have sustained that part
Another poem about the 4th Graders.
They outsmart us almost every day, every step of the way, and they are taller,
They program computers, and when we talk, their computers do holler.
They jump on our toes, and they hold us close to their faces.
They refuse to take a seat, and they stand in our faces.
They are too savvy to work, and they eat all of our food.
They tell us they will not do it, which puts us in a mood.
They study up on the internet how to get a teacher fired.
We do not tell this to the new teachers, until they are hired.
They say bad things about us, and they make fun of our teeth.
They text each other during math, hiding their phones underneath
Their hoodies which they are not supposed to wear, but they refuse to take off.
If you know some fourth graders, you know they will make fun of you and scoff.
We get out of their way when we see them march down the hall,
They are the fourth graders so big, bad and tall.
We are the teachers, and we are terrified of their fits.
They are the fourth graders, who scare us out of our wits.
Choppy oceans crash the rocks
A world completely covered in blocks
Society runs from start to finish
While our big families slowly diminish
Yesterday’s crimes happen again today
While the government’s teachings don’t go away
Taxes are paid to people who don’t deserve them
While children’s eyes slowly go dim
Families curse and have too many babies
While dingoes run freely with thousands of rabies
Diseases happen and appear new everyday
Children with cancer can no longer play
The law is so tied up in their own demented ways
Slowly but surely the sun dissolves it’s unique rays
This world was once a beautiful home
With spectacular wildlife ready to roam
Now it’s been cursed and all torn apart
Created from someone with an eternal heart
While that someone vowed never to destroy it again
While man frantically compete with Him to win
Everyone thinks they can outsmart the Great
By destroying and saturating His world in hate
Everyone’s up for destruction and crime
While nothing moves in our world but time
Tiny little babies don’t ask to be born
While there’s children on streets with clothes all torn
Not enough food for people to go around
But gunshot bullets are our only sound
Competing against the colors blue and red
Shallow little graves with innocent babies dead
How can we change what our world’s come to?
Who will help us? Very few
Different people with different names
World completely filled with ongoing shame
It can’t be helped no one will try
But because of this, I refuse to die
I will do good no matter how long
I will obey and sing God’s song
I will not do sins, I will not lie
But sometimes I might be very shy
I’ll tell the truth even though it’s hard
I will not end up getting the Devil’s card
So here I type in front of You
Grant me the courage so I can be true
Wore my heart on my sleeve
That’s just what they said
Like a child inside I grieved
When there was pain to be had
There was a twinkle in my eye
Like the stars, it seemed to smile
All the way up to heaven on high
Where it would stay for a while
Welcomed the laughter and play
That seemed to relieve the fear
Grace like this will never betray
It wipes away the silent tear
Never knew a stranger at heart
Felt like love was strong enough
To carry me in a way to outsmart
Those who would surely rebuff
There were wishing wells around
Where I was the first to test
For joy and love that would abound
On angel’s wings that were so blessed
Painted on the night sky in mauve
Were poems alive with a song
Caressing the spirit so suave
With tenderness all my life long
Breathless moon glowing ginger
On a night when the stars are all hiding
Reassuring feelings that would injure
Reflections of love will be guiding
Falling across the naked skin
On oceans of whispery sensitivity
There lives a joy deep within
Brilliant, alive with God’s creativity
Prayers for the moment cry out
Will He send His angels to direct?
There is the assurance and no doubt
With Him leading, love will be perfect!
Have you noticed how technology
Is more pervasive in the world of sports?
From the equipment to the playing fields,
Even their shoes ... and look at the shorts.
I can remember the days when basketball players,
Showed all legs from snug-fitting wear.
While today, high-tech fabrics surround them,
Like loose sheets that won't impair.
And now baseball players are much more athletic,
Rarely will you see a physique like Babe Ruth.
As they seek to train harder and consume the best
Nutrition, far less partying, and that's the truth.
Also now, we can see the rules of football evolving,
Seeking to be safer and more humane.
To the point where touching a quarterback is practically
Criminal, and using your head may damage a brain.
Yet athletes will always compete and seek that
Elusive leverage to be the best they can be.
Though the rules may provide fewer tools,
As they try to outsmart technology.
Bright yellow sun, a stroke of noon’s delight.
Long shadow rays, the arms of time’s true North,
Embrace the golden meadow’s xanthous light.
And in her eyes, the specks of joy burst forth.
Amour of daisies blush, like lemons squeezed.
A vitamin to please his ladyship.
Her lids receive in bow, froth light has teased.
A parasol uplifts a shady drip.
Strong arms do touch the heat of love’s remix.
The song of beastly flowers reach for sky.
Her guard lets down. She drops her tent of tricks.
The prettiness illuminates her eyes.
The beauty and the beast outsmart the dark.
Like lightning strike, high noon set off a spark.
3/4/2018
Sunshine Sonnet contest/John Hamilton
It's all smoke and mirrors, just a masquerade,
living life in shadows, in a world we've made,
hiding all the battles that we fight inside,
putting on a smile, like it’s all a joyride.
Trying to be strong, but the weight's getting heavy,
while the world keeps spinning, got to keep it steady.
You laugh and you play, like it’s all a dream,
but underneath the surface, it ain't what it seems.
It’s smoke and mirrors, pulling all the strings,
dancing on a tightrope, oh the magic it brings,
but when the night falls and the curtains come down,
the truth rushes in, and it drags you to the ground.
Yeah, it’s all smoke and mirrors, hiding your pain,
faking all the pleasure, pretending it’s a gain.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, it’s hard to ignore,
it’s all smoke and mirrors, till it aint no more.
Everyone’s got stories, that they never share,
living in the shadows, gasping for the air,
each day’s a struggle, every night’s a fight,
caught in the cycle, lost in the dark night.
Behind the front, a tough game we play,
trying to convince ourselves it's all okay,
you put on a show, and to the world, you smile,
but deep down inside, all you want is a while.
When you feel lost, just take a breath,
you're more than your struggles, outsmart the stress.
Look in the mirror, see the truth in your eyes,
there’s strength in the struggle, there’s no disguise.
You’re not alone here, in this game that we play,
let the smoke clear out, let the night fade away.
True life in daylight, no more running scared,
in a world that is honest, we’ll all be repaired.