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Mysteries revealed and mysteries solved
Events past and present
Biology, archeology, astronomy and physics
A world of discovery
Old or new amazing buildings
Spaceships, first man on the moon
The robots who would take over our jobs
Natural disasters such as tornado or flood
Immerse yourself in history
Was, Napoleon Europe's problem child
Was, Sankt Nikolaus an historical person
Can we make a journey through time
The past meets the future
04.06.2013
A-L Andresen :)
MY WAY
I see reflections of my life, how I arrived
at this stage of my telling life, the phase I thrive.
Was a curious child with too many questions
that I kept to myself from my keen attention
for inquiries from a child were not welcoming.
Was hard to conform to ways, so disenchanting.
I was a rebel without a cause inside me
for showing off good reputation was not me.
Like going to church every Sunday was for show
for following and applying scriptures were low.
Complain, compare and criticize were always said.
Whatever is true, praiseworthy were not impelled.
Verbal abuse were there too, mean words stabbing you,
affecting your belief, doubting their love for you.
The kind of environment they grew up, passed on
to next generation and could continue on.
I was a problem child for not caring about
others’ opinions of me, I could go without.
Being different was not easy; but being
myself, staying positive gave my life meaning.
7/28/21 An Interesting Couplet Poetry
Funom Makama
Meter Used: 12 syllables (How Many Syllables)
Used: RhymeZone
JUST WRONG
Throughout my life’s journey,
I chanced to see,
Many things to this day that bother me,
Of which I was guided to the destiny,
for me, the straight and narrow, meant to be.
I saw at a grocery parking lot,
a young girl with her grandparent,
weather seething hot,
Swearing and belittling
her own grandmother
a berating like I never heard from another.
I saw a man mercilessly beating his dog,
Two policeman beating
two black boys in a fog,
I saw in an abandoned parking lot,
two parents stripping a branch,
child screaming a lot.
Their teen daughter cried out
in the rear of their car,
As they both administered lashes
and likely a life altering scar.
I saw a man teaching his toddler to read,
His badgering comments spoken,
made my heart bleed,
A black child in her classroom,
smart as a whip,
Raising hands, trying to answer,
yet constantly skipped,
And when overcome with dejection,
hurtfully cried,
Seeing the favor upon the others
her goddess teacher applied.
Scolded and made to feel
she was a problem child,
Became jealous and disruptive
and labeled wild.
I saw a tearful mother slapped hard
by her child,
Fearfully tempered her voice
pleading, all the whole while.
Seemingly entirely vacant
of parental authority,
Asking her child’ “Please behave.
You’re embarrassing me.”
These things and things alike,
are all around,
indicative of a morale
that's utterly cast down,
Our country spirals into
a very dangerous spin,
As our society implodes
by poverties within,
Yet seemingly more powerful is money,
than morality,
Leading our country into hatred
and cold-hearted senility,
And the power of the stars,
called celebrities,
Swaying all of Americans living,
in heroic hypocrisies,
Yet the true heroes are struggling,
and are underpaid,
with classrooms outnumbered
with our children to save.
I just have to believe
as my life continues on,
That more than I am a witness
of the things that are just wrong.
Along time ago i felt lost.
My life was like walking into fog.
Misfortune.
I felt as tho god hated me,
to have my childhood taken from me.
Like a teen trapped in a nightmare.
Those nightmares you never wish on anyone,
but yet you felt as tho you had to walk through it alone.
Its our secret my sweet little one,
tho i knew at that age it was wrong but to hard to speck up.
I think thats where i knew god didnt care for me,
falling into deep depression as a teen.
Is a big warning sign,
it was telling people something was very wrong.
But i was labled a problem child.
Bursts of angry and tears, many temps of suicide.
Night terrors creeped into my room at night,
Beauitful dreams became dark,
with sudden flashes of my teen life.
Its been 15 years since that day.
I grew stronger more wiser.
I now know god loves me,
hes giving me the strength to pick myself of the ground. Where i once laid. But the demon still lives deep inside me,
its the thing that stops me from happiness.
From smiling, it just keeps me crying.
But god sent me an angel to help, he smiles and brightens my darkest days.
He hugs me and washs away my pain, he laughs and i see myself laughing along with him. He is the sun in my home, the most natural thing that can beat a bad life is a childs love.
Form:
I was given...
giving the freedom of speech
the gift to teach, but most of all
to testify and witness the truth
I'm sumthin this world ain't used to
but think about it, I'm needed
and I know this world is heated
they know I pose a threat
and God willing I might just cheat death
and as blessed as I am you and I both know
a sin is a sin, but like everyone who acknowledges
his or her wrongs & rights, I too had to be born again
and my mind set is so militant
in a way it's crazy, so I'm a misfit to these streets
so God is the only one who could make me
or break me, take me from this world
thats why they hate me, but they rate me a problem child
wit a guilty conscience and to them everything I speak
is non sense
NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable
Ichikatauta:
5-7-5
Nikatauta:
5-7-5
Sedokada:
5-7-7
5-7-7
SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies
The Passed My Past
my siblings called me
the walking problem maker
~ I'm the problem child
my kids once called me
the walking problem solver
~ I am the problem
~ be better sitters
they are to resolve ~ failure
I win ~ +movies ~ they lose
~ be better parents
they are to resolve ~ failure
I lose ~ objectives they win
~~0~~
I miss long ago
to be called a brat again
and useless to them
I miss recently
to be told thanks dad again
can you help me dad
benefits I ~ had
they have all passed on ~ but me
their absence ~ is now my void
benefits I ~ have
they have all moved on ~ from me
ocean parts ~ but not our hearts
*to my wife and son who are now with my family
Attention:
This one is the problem child.
Mom and dad deny autonomy
take authority over a diary
supervised at all times; no privacy
door hinge wide open
so why are the walls closing in?
This home is an emotion free zone
Mom says save it for therapy
but stops taking me
says my borderline personality is burdening this family’s budget
believes I’ll be cured if she just burns enough cliches into my brain
“Just be happy with what you have,
what have you crafted in your head that is such a tragedy?"
I got pills to pop and prices to pay
I got emotions but I keep 'em oceans away
beyond the combination lock on a black box
Warning:
This medication may make it worse.
Unbearable.
And ain’t that just ironic?
peace of mind partners with possibilities
of seeming more psychotic
but it’s better this way.
Right?
Anticipate a thirty day delay
and lag like yesterday on your last leg
It’s better this way.
burrow into bed and brand yourself braindead
Just pretend, society says, suffer silently!
act as if any abnormality is absent
accept that it’s actually an act
learn to lock down your breakdowns
let them drown to the box’s rock bottom
Growing sick of cloaking conflicts
in courtesy of concealing others' comfort
so sorry if you choke
I will not spoon feed what you can’t swallow
I will scream my anxieties
annunciate every aspect of agony
trapping me where serotonin's lacking
Lab rat crawling its way back
taste-testing chill pills
forgetting how to feel real
sleepwalking through a social setting
so sick, yeah, I’m real ill
Everyone tends to forget,
the tension doesn’t rest when the poem ends.