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This is this poems maiden voyage
The first time that it has set sail
Since its early morning creation
Through sweat, tooth, and nail
It was built upon the idea
That hard work and persistence would pay
The way we used to do things
Way back in the day
Each line was painstakingly measured
Followed the plans down to a tee
Sanded smooth all of the verses
So it'd be worthy when set out to sea
This poem holds deeper meaning below the waterline
Than could ever be seen on the deck
On the starboard bow is where it's read out loud
For you land lovers that's the opposite of left
So glad you could make it for this poems Christen
As we're lined up four deep on the dock
To see this poem off in it's poetic mission
As we all wish it Bon Voyage
When will she ever learn?
That mending a broken glass
Much like a broken soul
Then give it back to the breaker
Will only ever result in the same situation
Haven't years of sitting in a physics class ever taught her anything?
An experiment done in same unchanged circumstances
Will always result in the same conclusion
The conclusion in this case being:
It doesn’t matter if hopes and tears are shed,
Immeasurable trust won’t save her in the end.
The multitude of hopes
That something, anything might change ever
A hope to which she holds no control over
And a thought to which she’ll always be last
She allows it
To be broken and devoured in pain in a vicious cycle
Over and over and over
In hopes, faith?
That one day, maybe some day
It’ll stop hurting
Not stop breaking, not merely heal
But ever so simply, painstakingly stop hurting.
So shy was she – this woman he had met
by chatting sometimes on the internet.
She had to work while raising on her own
two children whom she often left alone
because she worked two jobs to make ends meet.
And though the kids were teens, she felt defeat
for rarely getting to spend time with them.
He got to know her better. Such a gem
was Jenny, whom he wished that he could see.
He knew her mostly from the poetry
she posted, but she rarely could find time
to work the magic that she made with rhyme.
It came to him how he might make her smile.
He gathered up the poems in her best style
and got them printed in a pretty book.
Painstakingly he did this work. It took
him seven weeks. Right before her birthday
he sent it out before time got away!
The book arrived. The girl he now knew well
went out to see it sitting in the mail.
The title was so sweet tears filled her eyes.
Now “Jenny’s Gems” is her most treasured prize.
May 20, 2021
For the All Yours (Jun 14) Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
Today the Sunday special brief
iCloud online worship session, I did attend
(via remote support)
found me feeling pampered,
when adept technical support
didst figuratively bend
over backwards, thus aye defend
glorious, righteous,
and zealous Gurus who did expend
their religious fervor, without proselytizing
and sanctified dedication they proffered
as if this secular chap hapt tubby
a long time Facebook friend
diligently persevered amidst
my woeful yelping alarm
where bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks,
required a secret char
which this netizen vaguely understood
as unfair be-tidings disallowing
thyself to purchase additional farm
ming out iCloud storage
in the deleterious harm
akin to buggy ah mush swarm
comprised documents
(painstakingly slaved over with zest)
plus sundry data necessitating mooch hoe
legal tender (probably every
last red cent of mine) to in vest
concerted efforts of
at least one expert to test
her/his mettle in an attempt
(dim prospect) performing an in quest
to retrieve valuable data lost amidst a nest
of inaccessible "lost" information
(bantering with computer
jargon more so jest
with no intention to "FAKE"
trumpeting minimal knowledge
judiciously impressed
upon thine fifty plus
shades of gray matter, at my be hest
expressing scant cumulative
disc cussing duff frag
minted understanding lest,
a personal goal
to incapsulate in poetic best
not abandoning frustration
with this Macbook Pro
cuz, positive experience
wrought with Apostles eye attest,
so rather then vent
my spleen in vein
hie desisted
to rage against the machine,
and tack toward being urbane
thus, rejoicing with a cherry,
hearty, and mighty byte hooray,
asper driving,
exercising, and foisting
gentle circuitry vis a vis
neurotransmitters and neuromodulators
nudging pull-ups
within cerebral terrain.
Written: January 20, 2024
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Sibylline stammer upswells
I'd explore my innermost self
My precious blue earplugs,
which I dropped in 6th grade,
Will be retrieved as I seek zealous bliss
an elusive state seems to evade me,
seldom beyond brief cameos.
A friend got me a sadness box,
and years later, I felt it was his finest gift,
I'd start on a quest to find my jejunity spirit,
Innocence without current anguish
I aspire to recover my purity.
Once eternal faith in various altruism won,
alas, I intend to revive my heart
with a firm faith in a transcendental force.
I'd painstakingly dig for my roots-my core
that molded my identity,
I doubt I can reveal these gems,
a box of sights might be full and unfathomable.
If I find these elusive things,
my propensity to sustain them is dubious,
even in its brittle grace, Earth is iffy,
for squandering what is precious.
But my glance would persist,
I believe that remaining hopeful is crucial,
against allegedly overwhelming odds.
I may not recover everything I lost,
my genuine self may be detected,
since that's all that matters.
I'm sorry by the other girls' mistakes you now suffer deep-rooted PTSD
But please use a lifeline in your heart - and if I'm your last one - believe me
You're so observant, alert, and with accurate intuition you see
Admit to me that for a while now - you can see you're the reason I breathe
I am not the one who has wronged you in your past
When I love, I love with ALL I have - passionately making us forever last
If there's something troubling you and eating at you, all you do is talk & ask
To the one you TRULY love with all your soul - NEVER wear a mask
To the one you love with all your soul, NEVER deceive, cheat, or lie
If one day you're wanting true love - go out of your comfort-zone and try
Never in front of or behind - always remaining next to your best side
Communication, consistency, chemistry, & connections will then all collide
My one and only - and your one and only, too
I challenge you with me to create something magically anew
I'm on something completely different - and something tells me you knew
I've come into your world to fill it with vivid colors - from your sickly blue
You're up and down with me, but you truly make an effort to try with me
What if we find out later, it's each other that sets our hearts blazingly free?
What if we find out later, it's each other that makes us clearly see?
Recognize we ARE the ones who make each other the best we can be
If you spend your time painstakingly pushing all of me away
Then you still haven't forgiven them - or yourself - even today
If in your head those bad memories repeat over and over like a play
There's no way you are truthful about how much you loved me yesterday
If you fill in stories, quotes, and situations with fake and synthetic emotions
It becomes the difference between witch's poisons and potions
So I make very certain I watch every word, clue, action, body, and motions
If I'm secure in your life - my love would overfill this universe's oceans
a broken phone in the muddy dirt
a neglected charger hanging on a badly worn clothesline
turned down for another loan
everything has been cut off or repossessed
now all my stuff is baking in the sun in a multilayered line on a very short curb
i am sitting in a raggedy chair wondering where to go with some type of next move
i am still also trying to find a new job after being laid off from the one i have been at for 21 years with no type of announcement or warning
i guess i should have cared more about caring
i guess i should have paid attention more to paying attention
i guess i was stuck in an imaginary waterfront version of vainglory
now here i am......humbled with nowhere to go and not a soul to call
with tears in my eyes and an ego painstakingly crushed, i blame myself
Oh mother Nature
you that were born out of the conglomeration of
unbounded energy into matter
under
the auspices of paramount universal Logos
that the harmonious coexistence of opposite forces have
established
by
artfully choreographing their coexistence with the help
of the infallible divine Will
and
were painstakingly interwoven, with the assistance of
mighty space and time,
we humans,
having realized our abominable crimes against you, divine mother,
thus
on our knees we implore your forgiveness
for
our ignorance and our greediness that have put you
through the agony of dying
by
disturbing your concordant operation
for
to satisfy our wretched ambitions disregarding any
other form of life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 APRIL 2020
The tiny shop was nestled in the historic Strand Arcade
and on every shelf, a treasured item was carefully laid.
On a gramophone, a seventy eight record was played.
Such a grand, delightfully soothing ambiance it made.
Curiosity drew me to examine everything displayed,
through piles of old clothes I could painstakingly wade.
There were wonderful period dresses of dainty brocade,
Gentleman's coats so well made of waterproof suede.
The softness of a Dior silk scarf with the edges frayed.
To be found, fine jewellery with precious gems inlaid.
There was a pendant and earings all fashioned in jade,
with a necklace that ornately allowed pearls to cascade.
Seeing the Aladdin's lamp, my joy was outweighed.
Presented in a velvet lined box, definitely first grade.
I was curious as to how much that needed to be paid.
Approached the owner, the price, hoping to persuade.
They say good boys finish last
But eventually all do finish
And then we begin to judge the past
And it's only goodness we relish
Finishing first should save you time
What for, for in it you should have learnt patience
Why seek only material in your prime
And feign learning stewardship and prudence
Go ahead and finish while we learn
Painstakingly gaining wisdom and counsel
More than money, life currencies we earn
Soon your caucus will be ousted by our council
Future events could be seen by seers
But future security is in the wisdom of the years
How soon I pray the mist clears
You lessen your haste for wealth that appears and disappears.
K. Muitherero