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The Men are scared Sir
But a word from you would allay
there fears
They wonder if she can make the trip ?
Will she bring us all home safely ?
Can she withstand this perilous
mission into whence we journey ?
We believe and place our faith in you we stand 100% behind you to a Man
So unto Gods great sky and hands this
tarmac runway and Aeroplane thrust
Fate is causing butterfly turbulence
in hollow stomachs humming to the
backfire of Rolls Royce engines
Twitching , Scratching , Jumping
Blood and Heart Thumping
Right Lads
Any last thoughts
Final Checks complete
Let's get this over and done with
And make it home as quick as possible and in 1 piece
Otherwise see you on the other side
It's been 1 hell if a ride
It's been a privilege and honor Boys
Give Yourself a Break
Come on, it’s time. Give it a rest
and stop beating yourself up
about things that are over and done with
when you know you did the best you could.
He’s gone now and you miss him,
and you think you were this, that or the other,
not patient enough, you were selfish,
you didn’t go on his walks with him
and you let him go by himself sometimes
when he had to struggle so to do it.
You went out to a poetry group at night
and left him when you should have
stayed at home with him for company.
You spent too much time with household
chores and sometimes by yourself writing.
He was the one with the health problems,
trouble walking, falling sometimes
when you weren’t there, and he never complained.
Now you look back and blame yourself
when you know, yes, you know,
if you just allow yourself, that you
did the best you could.
It was years that you took care of him,
encouraged him, helped him dressa
and walk, put up the metal ramp
when he went outside and wheeled
him to the car, put the chair in the car,
took him to appointments, got him
into the wheelchair and reversed the way home.
You washed him and changed the bed and
cooked what he liked and watched television
with him and really did give up things
you loved to do and tried to get him to
go out to events you thought he’d like.
Yes, you could be short, maybe impatient
sometimes, and said some things
you wish you hadn’t said.
Give yourself a break. You’re human
and not perfect. Remember how many times
he thanked you for all you did for him.
Remember the good times -
how many times you were gentle with him,
tried to encourage him, hugged him
and told him how much you loved him;
the nights you came down in the night
because he needed help, and you
always told him you didn’t mind,
that you’d go right back to sleep;
hours and days sitting in the hospital
waiting for him to get better enough
to come back home again.
So stop purposely wallowing
in a misery of your own making
and take back your good sense.
Remember the love.
Your touch is marvelous on my skin
You're different and I love it so much
You're a battle that I will eventually...hopefully...win
I still crave your affectionate touch and such
Your touch is so passionate
Your loving hand is a perfect fit
To wrap around my own
It tells me that I'm not alone
Take a bow and let the show begin
Still wondering where you been
Patiently waiting for your applause
You make my young heart pause
You're so precious when you cry
You made me wholeheartedly sigh
It's over and done with...so leave now
You ruined my self-esteem somehow
You touched me in ways I can't describe
You're a desirable condition that I can't prescribe
I have faith in brighter days nowadays
Now, it's time to part our seperate ways
I stand here the noose around my scruffy neck
can’t stand it anymore time has arrested and
the hangman had to answer just another call
Have done no wrong stood firm in the face
of interrogation did not mumble a single word
have merely voiced my point of view dissented
The fading sun is blood red on the horizon
like the revolution waiting for a song of change
no blindfold please and get it over and done with
But the executioner is so busy at the gallows
the bottom does not drop for one final shout
to squeeze from my throat in firm conviction
I stamp on the floor but the fall lies in waiting
the last supper now merely a distant memory
but should I not look forward when passing on
Finally there is movement as the scaffold trembles
snapped crumbled crunched to pieces the sky recedes
yet there is no silence but can I dream when dead
Shaking with tremor the ground opens up in justice
it was not my fault but the earthquake came in time
and the rope guides me from underneath the rubble
Surrounded by people who don’t mean a thing to me
Their voices in the background seem so far from me
I feel the coming of winter
And think of things I shouldn’t remember
Things that are over and done with
A story I should now consider a myth
That’s right, it’s you I’m thinking of…
Why can’t the memory fly away, like the dove
On an autumn’s day
I don’t hear what the people say
I’m absorbed in the sequence of my thoughts
When before my eyes I see spots
My eyes begin to heave with water
Tears roll down, my cheeks get redder
I take a deep breath, remembering the past year
And wipe away another tear
Knowing that’s it’s too late
I can’t argue with fate
We’ve gone our separate ways
And can’t turn back to yesterdays
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 1, 2017 for contest LOVE STORY sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
powerful and thought-provoking
Free will we so chosen
You're exploring the contrast between lies and truth, highlighting the destructive nature of deception and the liberating power of honesty. Lies are portrayed as a hindrance to joy, love, and understanding, while truth brings peace, freedom, and empowerment.
Clothed in lies, naked in Truth
The imagery of stripping away the "clothes of lies"
allure "naked in truth" is particularly striking
emphasizing the importance of authenticity
And vulnerability by shedding the layers of deception,
We can embrace our true selves and live with integrity
inspire others so to seek truth and embrace its transformative power!
Cover me naked O' Father with your truth
In truth, we find the courage to be
Over and done with lies
There's peace in lies
Truth promotes joy and love
Don't have to ask the question or wonder why nor
Do I have to be hypnotize
Lies are hidden truth turned around it's absolutely hardship
A lie is a covering spinned, shaped a covering to hide ...the truth
Shall strip ourself from the close of Lies instead we shall stand naked in TRUTH
Our authentic selves, wild and carefree
No longer hiding, no longer ashamed
Embracing our story, with hearts unclaimed
Let us strip away the masks we wear
And stand naked in the truth we share
For in its embrace, we find our strength
And the freedom to live, without pretense or length."
An endangered species, living on a ledge,
100 seconds to Midnight, then over the edge,
Nearest to Doomsday, humans have ever been,
Vaporised! inside mushrooms of boiling hot steam.
Casually go about our business, without a care,
While the Sword of Damocles, hangs in the air,
So be it, nevertheless, makes no difference to me,
Probably guessed, this poem’s done sardonically.
It’s true! I mean come on, never going to happen,
Like the day, every Dinosaur got flattened,
Poor creatures walking around, totally oblivious,
Could we stop the impact, much less obvious.
Melancholia movie, thought their doomsday, was a flyby,
Built a symbolic shelter of sticks, when aware gonna die,
In that scenario, was definitely better not to know,
A storyline with an inevitability, of no planet tomorrow.
Well back to reality, why should we be exempt,
After redesigning nature, showing utter contempt,
Earths an unexploded time bomb, ready and primed,
Detonated by paranoia, or maniacs out of their mind.
To be honest, rather get finished off, really quick,
Over and done with, not dying radioactively sick,
I’ve done a lot of talking, and when all this is said,
If the missile comes, hope it slams into my head.
I’m sceptical though, about that Doomsday clock,
It’s a postulation, put forward to make us take stock,
Nuclear weapons will continue, for better or worse,
Another asteroid comes, Rejoice if the Bastard’s work!
By
David Kavanagh.
I am just like you,
I can take the things I do.
And learn from them the best I can,
Make a difference with who I am.
You might be slow and I might be fast,
We don’t need to concentrate who is first or last.
You might be smart and I may be not,
So who cares about that we still have a lot.
Sometimes when we talk I don’t look in your eyes,
I might just forget so don’t be surprised.
If I don’t speak at all please try to wait,
I find it hard especially on a date.
It’s hard to sit still when your brain is telling you not to,
I start moving around it's just what I do.
There’s a lot to say about touch,
Sometimes even my clothes feel too much.
If I think the light is shining too bright,
Or even if the noise isn’t right.
If it smells awful and tastes real bad,
And anything touching makes my head mad.
It’s a terrible time for you and me,
But it passes so quickly and soon we will see.
That it’s over and done with and better at last,
It was just a quick moment now gone in the past.
Someday I hope I find the key,
To find the missing piece hidden deep within me.
July 2nd 2019
Time:14:02
Do you ever think about her ?
Do you ever want to change your,
Mind, your heart or that fate that,
Was destined for greatness.
You go thru each day waking up,
Every morning wishing, pleading,
And wanting.
All you want is that one day back,
Wishing to go back in time and,
Change the future.
Yet you know that it is not possible,
You made a huge mistake one,
That she will never forgive you for.
You have broken her heart and no,
One can mend it not even you.
One mistake can ruin a love so,
Pure and the friendship they had.
It's over and done with now.
I must try to forget you and now,
You are one of my greatest,
Memories that I will never forget.