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The first time that I cut myself,
I heard my mother distraught,
My father in denial, my sister
Blaming herself and my brother
Barely moving.
The second time that I cut myself,
I pictured a perfect day, a perfect
life. I pictured a grassland, a home
In between, smooth, gushing wind
And the calmness in it all.
The third time that I cut myself,
I couldn't gulp down the fact
That this is what I've become,
A monster sucking life
Out of people.
The fourth time that I cut myself,
I regretted cutting, the first time
That I did. I wrote an apology to
My future self and made promises
To not let my life get the best of me.
The fifth time that I cut myself,
I bled these words and swore to
Stop living but Instead, I stopped punishing myself.
Josie was an adorable girl, soft and quiet. She rarely spoke harsh words. Her words were like honey, sweet, and mellifluous. Even as a child, she won hearts with her nectar-like words and gentle nature.
mellifluous words
like sweet nectar and honey
win everyone’s hearts
As Josie grew up, she had to face a lot of disappointments, hurts, and bitterness. Her sweet nature was trampled by the ways of the world. She began to experience anger and sadness. Her words were clipped like sharp bullets, doing damage to all those around her. People began to wonder whether this was the same innocent, angel-like Josie.
words like sharp bullets
tear through hearts and leave deep scars
unretractable
Josie knew that she hurt other people and she cried within. She hated spreading her bitterness, but what could she do? She prayed to the Lord and asked forgiveness, prayed for strength to face the challenges of life and to remove her bitterness. She regretted ever having spoken harshly and went and asked those people to forgive her, which they readily did. She felt at peace and strove to spread love, peace, and joy around her. For she realised that words have immense power, and once spoken, can never be taken back. They leave unforgettable, lasting impressions.
think before you speak
words have a lasting impact
we’ll be judged by them
12.11.2021
{Matthew 12:35-37 - A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things.
But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment.
For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.}
For Charles Messina's "Haibun - with a message" contest
Did you just look upon my chubby face?
And thought let’s give her a chase
She is just a fragile flower in a vase
Let’s give her a taste of being waste
Just don’t try to execute your plans in haste
Cause you haven't seen me in my natural state.
Did you just see my five foot frame?
And thought let us frame her for shame
Oh! She is excellent at the loosing game
Well if you don't change your ways
You better start counting your days
Alas! You haven't known me always.
Don't you dare wake the monster in me again!
My neurons are fighting like gangster in my brain
Many a heroes I have slain
I will blow you like the husk of the grain
You better take your hands of my lane
Or you will be fighting the devil in vain
You have seen only the smile I have worn
Not the heart festered in stone
The moment I was thrown into school zone
Cannot tether two letters together, my brain torn
I was scorned, could hear people moan
But at last adorned the academic throne
Oh soon they took shots at my looks
And bullied me with their mean hooks
They were just entries in my joke books
Soon bested them at their own game
But regretted the girl I became
And gave up that lame game
My decision might go on a hiatus
So beware of your current status
Don't you dare wake the monster in me again?
My neurons are fighting like gangster in my brain
Many a heroes I have slain
I will blow you like the husk of the grain
You better take your hands of my lane
Or you will be fighting the devil in vain
Cause I am practically insane
“Hello,
How are you doing so far?
Good to know yeah…”
You wanna know
What lies ahead?
My heart bleeds…
“Hello? You hear me?”
She hung up the phone and then I walk away in utter humiliation and sadness, then I pick up a necklace and I still have hope in mind. God speaks through me with blessed words…
With such blessed words
The phone rings
I answer
Okay then…
I got your attention…
we can break through
The chaos
The broken dreams
Remember this:
“I love you
And He’ll relieve you from the flu
Take care,
Bye”
And then I hung up and I regretted it ever since. I wanted to actually talk to Amy and she hung up on me. I went straight up the stairs and closed the bedroom door behind me…I think of better thoughts – God the most high saves me with His helping hand and lead me to a brilliant pathway.
Please help me not to sway away
From this relieving reality…
God is there…everywhere I walk
Whenever I talk
Whenever I listen
Whenever I glisten with pride
I submit to Him like a bride
I sang some songs, referring to God
Oh my God,
I love you so…
Show me where Your wind blow…
Oh…oh…yeah…
Unlock my soul with a golden key
God’s the key…that opens the door for me…
(This is a fictional poem)
When my cousin played Pac-man in the eighties, he really sucked.
He tried and tried to improve but he was out of luck.
He constantly got ate by the ghosts and it always made him cry.
He wet his pants in front of people and it embarrassed him so much that it made
him want to die.
He stunk so bad at Pac-man that he couldn't even reach the first intermission.
One day when he lost, he got mad and made a bad decision.
He smashed the screen with a big rock nd he went to jail.
He seriously regretted it when they locked him in a cell.
After they put my cousin in the tank, things got even more grim.
He nearly tore the celldoor off when his cellmate threatened to rape him.
He recently bought a Pac-man machine of his own.
He doesn't like wetting his pants in front of people so he plays it all alone.
Form:
(This is a fictional poem)
You are a jerk and you have a lot of nerve.
You got food poisoning which is what you deserved.
You stole twenty eggs out of my hen house.
You did it because you are a cheap louse.
The eggs turned out to be rotten and you regretted eating that food.
When you had your stomach pumped, you sued.
That damn judge awarded you a quarter of a million dollars.
He found me in contempt of court when I cussed and hollered.
I had to sell my farm and give you the money.
When I get my hands on that judge, he won't think it's so funny.
You're wearing great clothes because Armoni is your tailor.
You're living high on the hog while I'm living in an old abandoned trailer.
Form:
I'm not your priority,
Nor do I care.
I've learnt my place, it's certainly not fair.
The Flower dares to strive
but dreams to grow,
but she doesn't know she needs more
than the Moon's faint silver glow.
Her petals begin to shrivel, wrinkle and drop.
She was no longer able to look up to the treetops.
Her sight became twisted and slim,
For her flower petals drain of
her sweet colour.
She yerned and regretted rejecting the
warmth and the light,
As the Moon only had to offer the night.
It's shadows casted stripping her bare,
But she was to blame as the dweller.
A lesson tought well as she wobbles and stumbles.
For a Flower who dares to strive with only
a moon will not thrive.
It Ended With A Kiss
Marie, an oldie who'd never been kissed
Longed for the feeling of kissing on lips
One day she went selling kisses for free
Men were put off for Marie was gummy
She'd lost her teeth guzzling too many sweets
Then had regretted indulging in treats.
Suddenly a cool, handsome guy passed by
The oldie gave him a wink from her eye
He knew what she wanted and came up trumps
Gave her a kiss and found Marie stunk
He was disgusted and said she should pay
She paid happily as he'd made her day.
The dear sweet Marie has since passed away
This is what her epitaph has to say
"Here lies a woman merrily at rest
Her last day on earth was simply the best
That day she’d known the magic of a kiss
Twas worth every penny of fifty quid."
14th May 2022
If wishes were kisses life would be bliss,
everyone would be blessed with lucky lips.
Quote - Poet’s own
So, now you're mad.
You asked my opinion and begged my ear
and foolishly I spoke my mind
but it wasn't what you wanted to hear
and you reacted most unkind.
You said a hurtful thing in painful sharp defense
and then massaged it sorely with another
leaving me to sulk and build my own created fence
as my anger and frustration you would soon discover.
I can play the blame card too,
without thinking regretted words begin to leap
spurt quick and sharp they spewed
then in the verbal passing cut both hearts deep.
So, now I'm mad. as well.
Our friendship once survived the years
but hateful words tear us apart
and in our separate veil of tears
we no longer share one heart.
Like the bonds that once drew us together
each word and look, took us farther out of view
and all that now remains is the stormy weather
and a fading friendship strained anew.
It's become a war of words
where nothing bends or blends
and the spirit ill affords non-harmonic discords
as long lasted friendship now comes to an end.
Rosy cheeks, pink lipstick
She looked enchanting
Beautiful like a fairy
Enamored, he wanted to marry her
He was wealthy, she gladly accepted
Soon he realized without makeup
She was ordinary
Her most time spend in front of mirror,
beauty parlour
She was costly, egoistic and adamant
He regretted his decision
But endured her
Within few years,
she died of skin cancer
One day, he saw a woman
serving an old, ailing person on road
He helped her and fell in love with her
She was not beautiful outside,
but had a lovely heart
Always serving others
Blissful vibrations surrounded her
He proposed her
She laid one condition
I want to serve other's,
He agreed wholeheartedly
He sold his business, bungalow
Shifted to a small house
That's enough for both she said
With his money and hard work
Both set out spreading happiness
More they gave
More donations poured in
The joy of watching someone happy
The smile and gratefulness in their face
Gave them boundless joy
They lived happily till death
using body and mind to serve others
They lived a rosy life full of joy
07.09.2021
For:
Constance La France, "R'' Contest, New or Old