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Carry my whole heart in your pocket
Send me to space with your rocket
Color me willing without a cherry care
Be so thrilling that I will double dare
Dare to love despite the odds
Of living it up among the gods
I’m at a loss so it’ll be up to you
To sweep us off to lovers moon
Trace my lips with peach tongue
Hug my hips and sing me song
Do me the favor of creating mood
And I’ll return sweet love to you
Pick me up when I am down
Inspire indigo smile despite frown
With your kiss make optimistic
Despite life full of pessimistic
I love your spirit you are kind
Want to drink you like red wine
Refreshing you are and I want more
Of your sandy smiles I can’t ignore
Your eyes would melt an igloo in snow
I adore your laugh your heart of hope
Sure your pure passion is a float
Drowning in love for a gold soul
CREAT LIFE
Create life by
making introvert interactive,
giving boost to indolent inactive,
attributing enthusiasm to passive.
Great time will fly.
Cheer up each,
lone, without hope or distressed,
deprived, aloof or depressed,
pessimistic, strained or stressed.
Life is rich.
Life is graceful
Life to love, life to care
Life to enjoy, life to share,
Life to nurture, life to bear.
Life is calm and cool.
Life is music
to be sung in chorus
with all around us
joyous, vivacious.
Symphony: Unique.
05/15/16
Edited on 06/16/20
Ebola
Formerly known as Ebola hemorrhagic fever
First appeared in Nineteen sixty six
Found in Sudan's Nzara
Concomitantly, Congo's Ebola River
There wasn't any quick fix
From nowhere It has visited the world again
Leaving the world see everything in train
Scaring my wonderful West Africa
As it drains countries like Nigeria,
Guinea, Sierra leone and Liberia
Ebola Ebola
Everybody is talking about Ebola
Taking the waves world wide especially Africa
The most feared and number one killer
Tension heats up as It may come any hour
Every country tries protecting her border
Including my own motherland Ghana
Then just behind our flesh, came that old cholera
Revive and showing great power
Cooking people like short-grained brown rice
Sweeping them like dead flies
The causes are known Unequivocally
But solutions come verbally
The campaign then changes
Opening new pages
'Fighting Cholera' ' Preventing Ebola'
hmm Mother Ghana
I am pessimistic about the future
Ebola Ebola
Are we ready?
Understand the caricature
To understand the creature
Acrimony is the first step to atrophy
Sacrilegious or areligious
Voracious visions visit the valiant
Written words form the tapestry
Tattooed across his very flesh
Dine with the dead
And you'll come out ahead
Cull the herd
And you'll be heard
A spoke on the wheel
Is replaced when lost or broken
But that wheel keeps turning
As if it were never there
Sweet, sweet apathy
Almost like cancerous telepathy
Perhaps peace is truly attained by solitude
And solitude is gained by loneliness
And loneliness is gained by a lack of friends
And a lack of friends is attained by anti-social tendencies
And anti-social tendencies develop over time
By a steady collapse in the social structure
As pieces fall one by one like dominoes
Count them like beautiful pieces on your toes
In the end, you see, perhaps it's best to give up
Accept your lot in life as a leper
Never get your hopes up for something better
Because even when it seems to improve
Your social standing will never move
Out of touch, out of time, out of rhyme
It's quite bittersweet to be so pessimistic
But so optimistic in your pessimism
That it truly feels like optimism
That by giving up you find peace of mind
Instead of agonizing over social scenarios
And dreaming of things that shan't transpire
To understand the creature
You must understand the caricature
Atrophy is the first step to amnesty
One may find a coin has two sides
One represents grace, one represents the grave
I was given a two-sided coin
But both sides represent the grave
So forget any dreams of Russian Roulette
Because in the end there shall be one outcome
Dad,
how old were you when you first tried THC?
It was not until my freshperson year
at the University of Michigan
when you could not go from one end of any dorm
to the other
without inhaling that not really oregano oily fragrance.
Why were you such a late bloomer?
As I recall,
back in premillennial times
those who were high school pot heads
were recognized by all,
including themselves,
as destined for malodorous lifetime outcomes,
if not outright sociopaths
then at least hopeless malcontents
and scofflaws
without civil redeeming value.
Really?
So how did all that play out?
We were correct
in these pessimistic predictions
at least in large part.
You don't sound surprised,
as I so hoped you might.
Only because
those of us who waited
until we had high school graduation credentials in hand
fared about the same unremarkable neither better or worse,
certainly not rewriters of history
as far as I ever heard.
And,
although I might well be mistaken,
those who self-promote
as never having inhaled
either sooner or even much too later,
have outcomes possibly least happy of all,
except for those who also
have not found enough real food to eat
or too much booze to drink in one remorseful night.
Interesting.
I hope that is a population of zero
in my postmillennial era.
Watch out for those who deny evolution as evil.
They are those least likely to learn
from our mistakes,
thereby proving the foolishness
of their own anti-evolving theories
about traditional unchanging consciousness
and humane nature
and EarthMother's sacred spirits,
inhaling to exhale,
reweaving nature out with nurture in.
I'm tired of singing to the moon,
as ink flows in bruised hues,
within my fragmented heart,
used and shattered by censorious eyes~
ever since you left me stranded,
lost and misplaced in a world of woes.
Now I wear broken bracelets
leaving me breathless,
counting collapsed crystals,
wishing upon constellations of nothingness.
Oh baby, can't you see,
I'm dressed in dreariness,
cold and alone,
where colors of dreams
keep fleeting in tune~
to tears cascading like black diamonds,
while sightless sensations
cage me as a mistreated prisoner.
I’m lost in a world of woes,
searching for a ray of sunset warmth,
a homely sphere that would reawaken ink.
Baby, can’t you see,
somewhere between dusk and dawn,
I still search for you,
glimpse of your starry silhouette,
amidst the drowsy darkness,
wrapping my aching soul..
But shadows of pessimistic prose,
keep staring through skeletal walls,
laughing at my abused armor,
for I’ve been abandoned,
forsaken in a restless river of frozen ruins.
I’ve been losing my spark to sing,
feeling hollow, like a blurred ballad~
hung on hazy horizons,
chasing clouds of lavender love,
lonely without you by my side.
I wandered lonely with heartfelt sob
to see crowds roam through sales in malls
When all at once I spied a mob
A host,of glinting , jingling tills
Beside the cafe and near the stairs
Coughing up and vomiting bills
As raucous as their racket grinds
They jingle in the grasping store
Stretching in never ending lines
Along the margin of the floor
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Pinging up prices in their merry dance.
The folk beside them paid-but they
Grabbed the glittering cash with glee
A shopper could not but sad be
In such cash conscious company
I gazed-and gazed- but little thought
What goods this visit for them had bought
For oft when at home I do brood
In pessimistic and reflective mood
There rings up in my inner heart
The sordid search for commercial bills
And then my heart with dread doth start
As my mind recalls those dreaded tills
When of beauty there is a dearth
What can we say are words worth?
Your optimistic ways
always seem to brighten
my pessimistic days.
You know exactly what to say
to bring a smile to my face.
You are my soul's inspiration,
and your personal interpretations
about life and it's sweet sensations
make me appreciate more all
of God's creations.
This is why I cherish you
so much.
Your optimistic ways
always seem to brighten
my pessimistic days.
You make me think deeply
about God's Amazing Grace.
You make me better understand
if there's a will God will always
make a way.
I treasure your idealism.
It always sweetens my disposition.
You showed me how to make me listen
to your deep intuitions.
This is why I cherish you
so much.
Your optimistic ways
always seem to brighten
my pessimistic days.
You have helped me tremendously
to find my way through this journey
known as life.
jaundiced spiritual heart and mind-
"Bitter am I
Resentful of your lit voice thoughts
Cynical “sigh” is this all you got
My rage is my tumors, enraged is my stupor
Soured my lips poison distorted
As forth in my ignorant I am bile
Running from my here and now
Disenchanted romancing the thought of you getting more than me
Disillusioned that we are the same
Disappointed because you hold the reign
Pessimistic at opt I’m all you got
Skeptical intermission unfaithful decision
Distrustful suspicious misanthropic
Jealous because what you got and don’t got
Envious of your wares, do you even care
Narrow-minded my hatred cause your skin is______?
Bigoted prejudiced what I got left
My spirit,
My mind
My heart and soul
My lips and tongue
May we one day unshackle our consciousness from bondage,
To our deep rooted narrowness surprise?
Guess what we’re just jaundiced"
-jaundiced spiritual heart and mind
7/1/21
10th Place. PLACEMENT IN CONTEST
For Jaundiced Eye Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
In a way,
We are better friends now.
I laugh at your still meticulous observations...
Cheaper prices,
Optimization of costs in a lowly world,
A pessimistic topic,
That gets me along the way, following with a turtle speed.
We had close,
Yet, very hotly debated perceptions of should or shouldn’t
At the end of the day,
Our little one, perhaps describes us, as “Mad Cows”, in her secret journal.
I close the doors,
as this dusk is bringing an end to another twilight saga,
One more to linger on, for a better dawn that God promised.
I bid farewell,
Never thoroughly regret there,
as the need of a sprinkler on the damaged grass is inevitable.