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At the time of my life, when all should done,
when my life should have transformed into just peace and fun.
The clock hasn’t paused
to allow me to sit
for a moment to rest my old bones for a bit.
Busier now than in my hectic life
where I thought that my work had given me strife.
Retirement at last,
the race has now run?
I’m afraid that is not the way it’s become.
For twenty four hours I worked every day
when I went to work to bring home the pay.
But now far more hours
I really do need
to just scratch the surface of my every deed.
They say that I’ve now got nothing to do
so I’ve time to help others to see some things through
Builder and plumber
consultant and friend,
there is no direction that I must not bend.
Taxi and baby sitter, help me move home,
mend my computer or repair my phone.
Just when I thought
that I’d earned a rest
I’m thrown back in the rat race and put to the test.
Although twenty four hours are never enough
and I get real tired with all of this stuff
now in retirement
against time I still race
for the youngsters today can’t keep up with life’s pace.
Look forward to old age, when you can retire
and sit with your slippers in front of the fire.
The time of your life
to relax, so it seems,
a picture so perfect …….it’s all in your dreams!
Ivor G Davies
Getting older and falling from grace
Never left the town of her birthplace
Year after year working on the same data base
She suffers from a serious bout of commonplace
Life just seems like a constant race
So much so she’s looking for a hiding place
To take a break from the insane rat race
‘Cause she’s nowhere ready for her final resting place
For some fun and to pick up the pace
She brainstormed ideas to give chase
Since she always had an interest in aerospace
She booked herself a trip to outer space
Outer space sounds just right to find her inner space
AP: 3rd place 2020
Aside from transparency there's
nothing clearer than
words at their best
We're consumed by most of
what we see
& digest everything
religiously
The belly of the beast is
full of enmity
because of its emptiness
even though it feeds
ferociously
The atrocities we witness
at its behest are
nothing short of animalistic
which only feeds our
animosity
Oh the hypocrisy we endure
in order to secure
our place on the hamster
wheel
The rat race leaves us all
reeling in the end
& left wondering
if any of it was ever
real to begin with
Ironically this marathon
we call life
no matter how tiring
& treacherous
benefits us greatly
in the long run
It began before you'd
even begun
to consciously realize
where you were
or had come from
If nothing else take the
exercise & lessons
in stride
without running
from beasts
posing as sheep
Don't let the wool be
pulled over your eyes
as there's enough
blind being
led to the slaughter
We're all sons & daughters
of the most high so
hold onto your faith
even in faithless times
These faceless rhymes are
not only a sign of
the times but also
a message from him
to read the signs before
your eyes
Was always waiting for the rat race to slow down
When will the clutter of life get cleaned up
Surely the pace will pause at some point
And I won’t have such an overflowed cup
Constantly finding myself at a fork in the road
Always seemed stalled at life's intersection
The daily deluge of to do's is daunting
Feeling like Stretch Armstrong yanked in every direction
Then realized there is another path
Have the ability to relate to things in a new way
I harness the power in my hands
To choose how I approach each and every day
But how can I achieve this new state of mind?
First step is letting go of control
Accepting things as they are is the new goal
Tornado of life no longer swallowing me whole
Next have to shift away from all or nothing thinking
Realize everything isn’t black or white
Starting to see the vast array of gray
Opening up a new line of sight
What a change to find joy in what I once wished away
Now I welcome the rat race with open arms
Relishing in the sweet nectar of normalities
Donning my newfound thoughts as charms
Small fortune already spent
to maintain 2009 Hyundai Sonata
(pray cuz I love genii, or even mirthful
teletubby heaven sent)
compromising financial means to pay rent,
telecommunications service provider (Verizon),
electric company (PECO), sparking pent
up rage against the machine money meant
to buffer panic attacks
springing up like Jack in the box
yet, yours truly feels his soul got lent
to the devil, impossible mission
peace of mind out of reach for this gent
and the misses forced in poor house
alms reached out
imploring cosmic consciousness
me equal decent
fellow asking please
dole out at least one red cent
with quite a few right sided zeros
before decimal point
to relieve soul searing ailment.
Nor can yours truly afford
a new preowned vehicle
perhaps dismal circumstances
will witness me pedaling
preschool sized tricycle
generating stares aplenty quizzical
bystanders, especially kids
pointing out overgrown practical
joker, many grownups
look twice dismissing optical
illusion concluding meshugganah
mister man maniacal,
nonetheless entire crowd
coon sitters me hysterical.
Thus hoop fully explains zit
all regarding why I writ
silly poem about me,
a pedal pushing panhandler twit
(jab only fore sake of poem),
who wheely did quit
the madcap rat race
cold turkey working for nonprofit
named Matthew Scott Harris,
he sports fifty shades of gray matter
boasting memory equalling one kilobit
more than adequate as Herman's hermit
petsmart exuding blissful esprit
de corp sometimes volunteering
with Smokey as his fiery bandit.
If ja happen to espy
older pencil necked geek
most popular within
of enclave Battle Creek,
cuz, constitutes major producer
comprising breakfast cereal of champions
just toss legal tender into sleek,
the only pot I got to piss'n
actually a family heirloom antique
sold to me on grandfather's deathbed.
Did you get lost looking for love?
In the madness of the jungled hate?
Did you trip over the seeded promises,
In the tangled vines of the market?
Did you get hurt looking for justice?
In the shopping mall of pretty verbs?
Did you feel stinging, biting bugs,
When you explored the wilds for love?
I know a place where you can go
And find the love you need!
You can find the calm in the crazy,
And you can find warmth indeed.
Did you realize the place I suggest,
Is the safest place to be?
It is not the jungle or the rat race,
It is here in the presence of me.
5-30-2023
This or That
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I got arrested!... further developments await...
By gravity said law
linkedin with physics
stating that a body at rest
will remain thus unless otherwise
acted upon by an external force,
hence I cannot wrest motion
from inert human matter
regarding nearly lifeless entity
concerning how aye barely breathe
heavily weighed down
with lugubriousness easily crushing
this seventy two inch
rusty, cowardly, creaky...
complex corporeal edifice,
thus resigning myself
watching flight of bumblebee
hopscotching from one
clover plant to another
wondrous winged warrior
unphased by human "rat race"
higglety pigglety,
pell mell, helter skelter,
how grand living off the grid
venerating native flora and fauna
simply engrossed with daily tasks
solely attending
basic inalienable rights
life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
keeping stereotypical roles intact
males species pact schedule
hunting in tandem
with brotherly comrades
females tending hearth and home
tendering, safeguarding, nesting...
homeschooling offspring
supervising fledgling,
the latter gingerly venturing
tentatively into parts unknown
unfamiliar territory brimming
trained instincts detect danger,
nonetheless plod along
blueprinted genetically
inherent migratory paths
guides where uncertainty looms
within wide whirring web
invoking, feigning camouflage,
or mimicking ("FAKE")
simulating another organism.
As mind-body grows, our soul knows,
truth of being, so gently flows
but then fears and desires bemuse,
so inner light no longer glows.
Succumbing to lower mind’s ruse,
we strive and toil, both win and lose
but seeing how fickle heart sways,
such antics no longer amuse.
Choosing one day, to mend our ways,
we see how silence, dark fear slays
and so we shift focus inside,
finally free, at end of days.
Innocence has no cause to hide,
so in the void, we wingless glide,
reclaiming the light of our soul,
suffused with bliss, on life’s joy ride.
We grow up, the day we feel whole,
as living light, scriptures extol,
breath by breath, imbibing God’s grace,
fulfilling thus, our ordained role.
Choosing to exit, the rat race,
live, love, laugh, at an easy pace,
alive, aglow, in stillness slow,
holding God’s love, in close embrace.
Virginia was looking for an adventure at sea
Her life was turned upside down due to being a worker bee
Stress took its toll in her honey loving hive
When one morning her romantic fantasy took a dive
Entering her cubicle filled with wax
Virginia was not prepared for the emotional attack
There was a delivery from a man who was her best
Had the control and sometimes acted like a pest
Opening the envelope there was a filled out form
That basically said, ‘I wish you were never born’
Feeling very scorned
She sat in her chair
Wondering who he had the affair
Was it Wendy who was good at doing a sale?
And numbers went up when profits did not fail
Dyson rolled the dice
Being ever so nice
Doing the financial book
With her glasses on she did have that look
Then there was Karen
At the bar she was luring, flirting, loving, and daring
Taking off the ring that said,
“I want you to be the one I wed”
Not in debt
Virginia greeted her teeth
Feeling the anger and heat
“There is something you should know
You were never my beau”
A message that had a sinister glow
Headed south Virginia did go
Ending a life highlighted being 'Bambi' the morning nimble doe
Leaving the secure corporate space
No longer wanting to fake that cover girl smile on her face
Paradise a waits
No obligations single fighting off hate
Weeks past
Peace at last
Then Virginia learned
A tragedy to her ex-boyfriend’s firm
A nasty giant bug spread throughout the perfect corporate land
Virginia relaxed enjoying the sand
A text did ping
“Miss Hornet here is the settlement from the working bee fling”
Smiling she reflected back
Knowing it was now fact
She was no fool
Watching the ocean blue
Since they had no case
Due to being confused in a rat race
I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting)
role as taxi cab
shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,
who upon snaking, crab
like sighing, shimmying, scooching...
thru bumper to (rubber
baby buggy) bumper drab
morning commute, which
snail's pace spurred shoutout, via ab
dom men null controlled app
designed by A. Habb,
which homonym identical
sound of descendent, sans faint jab,
asper fictitious Capt'n of Pequod
at sea vis a vis
if forced to snatch macadam landgrab
all the while aye spent gab
bing maintaining mindful outlook
for aggressive drivers,
whose cold icy stare
felt akin to painful jab
methought best not to "flip the bird"
subsequently get rushed
to emergency medical lab
avoided, cuz aye hapt tubby vigilant
for brazen drivers, plus additionally
keeping keen eye for police ready to nab
speed demons (mailer or female) even nawab
receiving citation for traffic infraction
and if repeat offender sent to rehab
with license revoked,
nonetheless a slight stab
of anxiety as appointment time elapsed
indicated by built in digital clock
no matter arriving after 7:45 am time
my de facto role as chauffeur,
the wife would disfrock,
but fortunately excuse, sans gridlock
did not necessitate need
us to return at later date, thus no knock
kin wind out figurative sails, hence
circumstance did not
find me laughingstock,
thus any consideration, asper myself
resorting to quaffing hemlock
unnecessary honorable sacrifice,
that versus engaging in lethal warlock
additionally compromising private uber
to give spouse coveted lyft.