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This cab doesn’t stop,
Windows. Square windows.
Looking out.
Driving past a bench with three people sitting on it.
Rushing through the city.
This cab doesn’t stop long enough for me to think.
Or blink.
No one else is allowed on.
It’s just me and the driver.
This cab doesn’t stop.
We stop anyway.
He needs to pick up a prescription.
He sits back in the driver’s seat.
He leans back, and pulls out a water bottle.
Then hands the pills to me.
This cab doesn’t stop- Doesn’t stop- usually.
We start driving again.
I don’t see his face the rest of the drive.
There’s a sign on the window.
This Cab Doesn’t Stop.
Except for me.
Mid Autumn, Saturday 6.30am
and daybreak is slowly climbing
over the back fence.
Frank O'Hara's poetry is still
echoing in my head from reading
it last night as I cook breakfast
of bacon and eggs.
Later I walk up the street
to the chemist to get
my blood pressure pills
and as I walk, compile arguments
against Postmodernism
and recognise that the notion of
the transcendental
sits at the centre of my beliefs.
I cannot abandon meaning.
Later, I prepare a leg of lamb
for baking along with potatoes,
pumpkin and carrots. Childhood
breaks through as I open
the oven door and a blast
of heat hits my face.
I am persuaded now
by the arguments
of the Universalist or else
there is nothing at all.
After dinner I sit quietly
with my wife. The evening
is coming on and the sound
of crickets filter in through
the front screen door.
I have much to be thankful for
but I feel sad. I am not sure
if it's just the early dark or having
to let go of the last line
of this poem and slip back
into the heavy silence
of myself.
Work harder.
Work harder.
Work harder.
You are a black woman living in a white man's world
You have to be better.
You have to do better.
You have to want it better.
No mistakes - they'll attack you if you do
Better yet they'll wait for the ball to drop on you
Don't falter. Don't crack.
If they see that they will attack
You don't have the privilege to break
The mirror will help you to mask your face -
This is all so fast paced
It has to be, you need to win the race
No stopping for a breather - they'll take your place
That's what the world tells a black girl Everyday
No time to be human
No time to ask why
You just have to accept it, 'it's not your place to pry'
What outlets do we have,
To save our mental health
We could try therapy, but the stigma prevents that
The world tells us to lose a few, 'you can't be black and fat'
Is it really fat or is it the jealousy of what you lack
I'm not fat I'm curvy, either way nothing is wrong with that
Fat, skinny, curvy, our bodies are not a video for you to react
Or maybe, we'll take the deeper route
And carve a perfect smile on our face
To cover up the pain,
We could decorate our skin, maybe then we won't go insane
We are not allowed to cry, so I'll bleed tears my own way
What I do won't upset them - if I don't live another day
Or maybe a few pills to rid the problem that they see
Maybe I'll give them what they want and join my ancestors in the sea
Problem solved, you won't have to deal with the actions that you caused
The media will call her a burnout
Then use the label of 'crazy'
To define her personality trait
Point being for a black woman, there will never be an escape
Just a system reusing a cycle of discriminatory hate
The life of a black woman
Is a struggle everyday
From the day of our birth
To the day we never awake
The world takes for granted the culture we provide
Take advantage of our nature, we are oh so very kind
Then burden us with the weight of the problems the world may hide
And after all we've done they'll take credit, ignoring all our sacrifices and have the audacity to never have apologised
Disappointed Tina
Tina was mad,
thought she gotten a lad
that would fulfill her dreams
turning whispers into screams
First night in bed under the spread
there was nothing there to grab
That’s when mean Tina kicked Fred out of bed
By; Eve Roper & Sonny Roper 3/21/2016
Inspired by Jan Allison's poem "Terrifying Tina"
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/terrifying_tina_770135
TERRIFYING TINA
A petite ballerina named Tina
Seemed serene but she couldn’t be meaner
When she got in the sack
She was on the attack
At the size and the shape of his ‘wiener’
Her suitors would then try to dodge her
After insults on their little todger
But listen up guys
I have a surprise
She’s transgender and she was once Rodger!
20th March 2016 Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Continuation poem written by Sonny Roper
TERRIFYING TINA PART 2 - COLLABORATION WITH SONNY ROPER
Tina wanted a special honeymoon night
She wanted everything to be just right
Into his drink she slipped two little blue pills
It was to enhance their midnight thrills
Into the bed she jumped with her stud
But the night suddenly turn into a dud
Fred was in the land of dreams! As a joke it seems
Someone had slipped Novocain into her Vaseline!
Original Limerick by Jan Allison - the story of Tina continued by Sonny Roper
25th March 2016
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/terrifying_tina_part_2___collaboration_with_sonny_roper_771773
The world is not kind
To those with troubled minds
A physical pain
of someone deemed sane
Gets more loving care
than the mental pain
of someone “insane”
How I wish…. I wish…
they were both the same.
People are not kind
To those with troubled minds
They can’t understand
Insecurity
Anxiety … worry
Paranoia
Obsessiveness
Compulsiveness
All seem too gory
Stress and Depression
Pain and Regression
Kidney problems are normal
Broken bones, mendable
But what if it’s hormonal?
Mood swings and sighs
Excessive laughter and cries
Are not understood
Why can’t they just be good?
Their physical aches
Gets medicated with ease
With pills of pain relief
But mental aches
Just bring them grief
So they send you off to a shrink.
It’s just the same…It’s the same!
Both get medicated…in different ways…
Yet just the same!
Oh world, care for the mind
Not just the body
Care for the mind
And the things that lurk inside
The darkness and sighs
The forebodings of night
Of ending a life
Relief is in a happy pill
That makes a person less ill
Take care of the mind
For it’s like any other organ…
It feels pain
It gets tired
It needs to be whole
So, have a soul and…
Care for those with troubled minds!
Sorry I haven't got back to you momma they moved us to the front four days ago we lost thirteen guys last night I just know Im next would you miss me momma I sure miss you I had to kill four men yesterday I know I'm going to hell momma this aint right momma what did they do to me what did I do to them why would they want to kill me momma its not the way its supposed to be Im sick to my stomach over this haven't eaten in days haven't slept in weeks and yet Im wide eyed or Im dead living on caffeine and some pills Johnny gave me you remember Johnny he's the only one who still talks to me were moving out momma heavy stuff real close talk later love you
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Form:
The germs and the bugs and the viruses
Each of them fancied their chances
The microbes and pathogens all had a go
At giving me evil-eye glances
My bones they were aching, my temperature baking
And then there were chills that would see me a shaking
I thought I might rattle with pills I was taking
And if I dared speak then my larynx was quaking
But you know and I know that ‘man flu’ is worse
Than anything ladies might lay down in verse
I knew this was true as I took to my bed
While my wife with her ‘girl flu’ was clearing the shed
Her version of flu didn’t cause her to moan
When cleaning the kitchen, not one stifled groan
And even the vacuum, when she cleaned the floors
Did not make her wince, so she finished her chores
But I am a man and a fighter at heart
Against all bugs I’ll be the winner
I said to my wife you should have a lie down…
As soon as you’ve finished the dinner.
Well…
I’m better but hungry, I’m feeling half starved
In fact I could eat a large horse
I got bugs that gave me an appetite halved
But now they’ve got me a divorce
Struggling with the jar of sauce
I remember with a flick of a wrist you got it off
But things are different nowadays
Oh hell I didn't want spaghetti any ways
I am making it on my own!
Flat tires and a car that won't start
I remember how you could fix it all
Now it?s Triple A and a 30-minute wait
Guess I really don't mind being late
I am making it on my own!
Down for the count, in bed with the flu
I remember you taking care of the important things
So I pop a few pills for my aching head
And drag my sorry butt out of bed
I am making it on my own!
The drip drip drip of the leaky faucet
I remember you were the washer king
Pipe wrench and repair kit still in the drawer
Guess it can wait just a few days more
I am making it on my own!
Thunder and lightening, a cold rainy night
I remember hot chocolate and sitting by the fire
So I boil some water and turn up the heat
Grab an extra blanket and put socks on my feet
I am making it on my own!
But when I am overcome with loneliness
And just want someone to hold
An empty bed and a memory just won't do
I need to hear that sweet "Goodnight I love you"
I don't like making it on my own.!
Form:
Would it be
I thought I was happy
But I realized that I was lying
Pain inside of me digs a grave
A grave for me to enter
I'm tired of being fake
When sorrows have befriended me
I'm broken yet I pretend to be okay
Deeply corroded by this toxic life
My heart is black
No longer red like it was suppose to be
I have even ran out of tears
Because of the grieve that I am
Would it be wrong if I
If I hung myself up with a rope
Just to end this misery
To put an end to this pain
Would it be wrong if I
Overdosed pills till the bottle went empty
Just to set myself free
To unfold what is on the other side of life
Would it be wrong if I
Drank something toxic till my organs shredded
Just to be happy on the other side
To be in a place which is more accommodating
Never Give Up
Written; by Miracle Man
September 25,2021
We shouldn't let ourselves become mentally drained,
but by praying to God for added strength each day.
Our relationships with others won't become strained,
our road will get easier and fears He’ll allay.
Doctors say, don’t eat this, but consume only that,
while taking dozens of prescribed pills every day.
Health issues, perhaps many, will constantly combat,
and feel, very few care, what they might have to say.
While some possibly question the value of life,
if not enjoying the later part of journey.
Perhaps days will consist of extreme stress and strife,
and the end result is, death's awaiting gurney.
God has left each one, here on earth for a reason,
as a beacon to brighten someone's darkened path.
Death will search out each being, in its due season,
and eternity awaits in life’s after math.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 KJV
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: