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He lost his job, now drives a rig.
The pros are small; the cons are big.
A sleeper cab is his abode
on tedious and lonesome road.
In Old West days, a steed he’d mount;
now yellow lines he cannot count.
A steady stream, long have they flowed
on tedious and lonesome road.
A ribbon flat, it sometimes winds,
descends or climbs until he finds
it’s all one constant episode
on tedious and lonesome road.
By some he’s loathed along the path.
For taking space, he’s shown their wrath.
Sparse traffic lessens not his load
on tedious and lonesome road.
He drives and while he drives, he yearns
for life’s return; his stomach churns.
He knows his hope but can erode
on tedious and lonesome road.
For the Solitude Contest of scott thirtyseven
(Some truck drivers have a very hard and lonely life and it's even worse
when they work for companies that couldn't care less about their welfare)
I just heard the strings of a piece crafted by Mozart long ago,
played by orchestra in Berlin,
easily lost myself within,
in never fails to make me grin,
such a sublime grace all should know.
But then some talking heads came out, called Mozart just a ‘dead white male,’
declared his music so racist,
only liked by supremacists,
that we’ve a duty to ‘resist,’
that Europe is nothing but failed.
They focus on mistakes long past, say that is all you ever were,
think you should just lay down and die,
be ashamed of the tint of your hide,
let pretty much anything fly,
even things that truly disturb.
As if only Europe conquered, ever made that old mistake,
forgetting that that Japanese,
and also the Muslim states seized,
Inca and Aztec took freely,
it’s an error all peoples make.
As if only Europe did judge people by how they appeared,
it’s an all common state,
done by the mid-east to this day,
ask China their thoughts about race,
it will always be with us, I fear.
But they forget to see the good when the pros and cons they weigh,
never mention a Coleridge rhyme,
or a grand, French diner divine,
cathedrals that echo through time,
I think those things should have their say...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
They dug a deep hole and
Made a tunnel at the end
They made a
large woodchimmey
And covered the hole
With logs and covered
The logs with iron plates
The had six vents that
Came to the surface
They used bobcats
And frontend loaders
To make the field have
Depth
Walking from the back
Of the circle you felt
Like you were walking
In the Roman Collusium
They made the statium using logs
Two by fours steel beams
Pvc pipes
They sewed together
Ten large tents to make the
Top of the ceiling
They wanted a uniform
Top, the engereeners
Would be awarded for
There craftiness
This might be the beganning
Of some of these guys careers
We want to have this type
Of night for all to remember
We used folding chairs
The heat coming from the
Ground wasbscented
By hickory. They had
Grills below
Were some folks
Cooked bbq
Generates made lights
And the soundmen for the evening
Observing Mr. Trump
By Franklin Price
10/18/2015
It's really quite hilarious
Observing Mr. Trump
Other candidates not laughing
When the Donald takes the stump
He's not a politician
To the eye and ear quite clear
Yet he does the song and dance
Has done so all this year
If they try to dis him
When a stupid thing he states
He points to all the polls out there
Shows them how high he rates
When they come right at him
You know the Donald doesn't duck
He takes the punch and comes right back
And wallows in the muck
Many ask the question
Is he doing this for fun?
Or could he be the president
To bring this country back, the one?
Politicians have not done it
Of this I'm very sure
All they accomplish is much BS
Up to our necks with their manure
Be careful weighing options
When you think about the Trump
Boards not strong within his platform
Could break and throw us in the dump
The choices not the greatest
No matter where you look
All candidates have their pros and cons
All try to set the line and hook
Republican or Democrat
Think hard before you vote
The Donald or the rest of them
Who best to keep the boat afloat?
Met a physics major at university
I was into her, and she was into me
We hit it off so well we agreed to a date
the beginning was so nice but
the ending not so great!
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
After our meal, she said
"let's go for a walk"
When I asked what for
she said, "I just want to talk"
While holding hands, walking
and gazing at the sky, my
romantic mood was ruined
and here's the reason why
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She talked of 26 dimensions
of strings stretched tight, unseen
of forces binding everything
and somewhere in between
but I was feeling something
gently pulling us apart
a life with her had strings attached—
doomed from the start
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
Handwriting on the wall,
it didn't look too good
She asked me to rethink
my position if I could
I considered pros and cons—
her smile, her laugh, her touch—
I almost acquiesced
but string theory won, not us
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
String theory, left me weary, string theory
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh
science
String theory, left me weary, string theory
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh
science
(repeat and fade)
A rose-a rose, the fragrance nibbles at my nose. The prettiest ones wear petals of pink, many pink shades will get a wink. In my garden they grow big and tall, they try to climb over the wall. I love to sit and have some tea, I watch my rose be kissed by a bee. A rose-a rose, I love your pros. Each new day you continue to grow, your amazing beauty sure does show.
Date Written: 3/11/2021
Note: Imagism Rhyme
2 Place
Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
"Peace comes not from the absence of conflict
in life but from the ability to cope with it."
Quotemaster.Org
All people have experienced inner conflict,
a struggle in the mind and battle with yourself;
a dark shadow- a turmoil of head and heart,
grappling and questioning to make any decisions.
Your thinking is out of balance and not aligned,
it is a negative energy that is heavy on your spirit;
so emotional, so exhausting, and overwhelming,
oh yes, I have questioned myself many times.
I have been full of fear, worry, anxiety, frustration,
that hindered any decisions be they simple or complex;
hesitating about my moral and ethical expectations,
trying to conform with relationships that were doomed.
My self perception suffered and I was full of disgrace,
questioning, what was my place and purpose;
I just stopped sharing my religious and political views,
and knew something had to change so I could move on.
So, I started to acknowledge the conflicts, owning them,
and in a detached way I weighted the pros and cons;
realizing there was no escape but to face the inner conflicts,
and I found a clarity, made a decision and had peace of mind.
_____________________
August 16, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Battle Within
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1480-475-16
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Inner Conflict
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 08/20/2022
First Place
Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as a whole...chaos and peace takes its toll
Isolating myself from the loud crowd...introvert and extrovert time and time again and on beat on fleek on the drums of my numbing noggin
Neglected, rejected, accepted, fascinated...odd, but true, having no clue what to do
Invigorated by opinions, pure or impure, that are 8 shades of grey...but hey, let's be redeemed and esteemed by God Most High, a God of truth we can't deny...so, evaporate the fear and lies in your mind's eye
Oblivious to the dilemmas that were aiming my way, but I'll bite the bullet all night and day...awfully offended, maxed out like an overused credit card that's been spent on and now jaded; somewhat apprehending this personal apprehension, hoping you can emphasize this envy I hold with me in my woes and worthless wallet
Nothing much on my mind, but never denying the power of God's hope and faith...gracious evermore in the sight of my Priceless Father, unlike any other
Shame on me for being a rude dude or an insecure individual; I must have that oh so familiar, yet unpredictable attitude of optimistic aptitude...graze in your own maze, heart that is a numb drum in my chest, thumping with anger still unknown to me...but an anger that's self - absorbent and self - opinionated...sophiscated and arrogant - instead, I should be simply humble and undoubtably confident
My friend, put a pause on throwing punches.
There's no use holding on to petty grudges.
It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended.
Always accept an olive branch, if extended.
It doesn't matter the cause of dissension;
Douse the scorching flame of contention.
Forget who threw the poison dart first.
Avoid fueling the fire with an outburst.
Give who wronged you chance to make amends.
No sir, you two don't have to become friends.
Don't worry yourself with friendship plans.
You don't even have to meet or shake hands.
Toss your ego aside and be the bigger person;
Resolve brewing hostilities lest they worsen
And simply just let bygones be bygones.
They are only pros to doing so, no cons.
I need some kind of desire
But I don’t want to play with fire
But my love towards you won’t tire
Won’t tire
Oh oh oh oh
Oooh Oooh
Boom boom
You put me on a pedistal
You made me feel so tall
Catch me if I fall
You saw it all
I’m in appall
Oh oh oh oh oh
Boom boom
Oh oh oh oh oh
Boom boom
Fire my heart with your fretless flames
Don’t you dare make me alone again
You’re my empire of dazzling names
Won’t you forgive me for feeling numb and then…
I-I-I feel so loved
I-I-I am beloved oh oh oooh
I feed upon the fiery passion inside me
But I don’t want to submit to grief and pity
I want to set you free from your captivity
Your captivity
Oh oh oh oh
Oooh Oooh
Boom boom
You put me on a pedistal
You made me feel so tall
Catch me if I fall
You saw it all
I’m in appall
Oh oh oh oh oh
Boom boom
Oh oh oh oh oh
Boom boom
Fire my heart with your fretless flames
Don’t you dare make me alone again
You’re my empire of dazzling names
Won’t you forgive me for feeling numb and then…
I-I-I feel so loved
I-I-I am beloved oh oh oooh
Do me a favor and please me one more time
Do me a favor and savor the moment’s prime
I love you, yes I do…yes I do…yes I truly do…
I loved you out of the blue and loved away the rue
Oh oh oh oh
Oooh Oooh
Boom boom
You put me on a pedistal
You made me feel so tall
Catch me if I fall
You saw it all
I’m in appall
Oh oh oh oh oh
Boom boom
Oh oh oh oh oh
Boom boom
Fire my heart with your fretless flames
Don’t you dare make me alone again
You’re my empire of dazzling names
Won’t you forgive me for feeling numb and then…
I-I-I feel so loved
I-I-I am beloved oh oh oooh
Numb and feeling nothing in between
Succumbing to defeat
Where have you been? Have you been
Thinking of me incomplete?
Dumbing down my intelligence
Just to receive some sort of radiance
Deliver me from my woes
Outnumber my cons with pros