Long Remark Poems
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Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Smooth sailing seas, but I now resemble a shark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
Again I move through the cold, this is my plight
A weary werewolf under dark moon, not a lark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Freezing wind blowing I move from left to right
The bitter bite foreshadowed by a familiar bark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
Confusion sets in and now, insanity with insight
This thing threatens, but I’m obligated to hark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Weak in soul, but my mind feels a strange might
The pleasant placating voice has to now embark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
If it’s a phase, I promise it is not done from spite
This clever close alliterated, a remaining remark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
Will the children of today,
when they are old, look back
and say, as we do now, that
times have really changed?
Will they mean it in the same way
that we mean it now? Will they,
in future, all remark, as we
do now, how slow the pace of life
once was and how fast, now,
it has become?
Abandoning their games,
reshaping minds, will they better
understand than we have
understood that not all
all-too-rapid change is good?
Will they be fairer than we are --
cling to real, not bogus, values --
to their own unadulterated,
kinder truths.
Will justice be much fairer, blinder --
and, to repeat, much kinder --
then than now? Let us
try to steer the way so that they
may not, in future, do
as we do now.
We oft expect of others,
In most given situations,
What we ourselves would do,
For it's our inclination,
To think that we are all the same,
So we think they would do,
The same as we if we should find,
Ourselves in those same shoes;
So when we suspect another,
Of some skullduggery,
Or we look down on someone,
And think debauchery,
Because they made in innocence,
A picturesque remark,
That we perhaps misunderstood,
And decided to embark,
On a mental journey,
To the land of fantasy,
Imagining the things they did,
And we begin romancing,
Evil thoughts within our minds,
That have no ground at all,
except within our fertile mind,
Where Satan has a ball.
I’ll never forget what’s her name
A PE teacher and ogre she became
For I was such a sickly child
it really made this ogre wild
Held in my hand a medical certificate
exempted from all things physical
with Rheumatic Fever and St Vitus’ Dance
for me to take part ~ there was no chance
Instead I assisted the Deputy Head
with clerical duties I helped him instead
But clearly this really annoyed her
As she gave me her evil stare
She appeared to be looking right through me
No words were spoken ~ was I even there
Each and every year she wrote
inside my school report
A snide remark that ended with
“as usual she did not take part”
For I was told such illnesses
Could leave me with a weakened heart
And so upon Doctor’s orders
in PE I was not to take part
I can still see her face
As she filled me with fear
No compassionate words
from her lips I could hear
Whilst illnesses kept me off school for a year
It’s time I let go of this nasty so and so
For she left planet Earth a long time ago
And my heart ~ it still beats
I’m so glad to be here
With a smile on my face
I have no one to fear
*This was sadly a true story which whilst writing this poem, brought back some of the feelings, which by her actions she made me feel – she made me feel weak and insignificant because I could not partake in any physical education classes, but I did become a very competent secretary in adulthood, so all that clerical work for the Deputy Head was clearly beneficial…some teachers have a lot to answer for...
21st September 2019
9th place ~ Premier Contest
Contest Name: I'LL NEVER FORGET WHAT'S HIS NAME (OR HER NAME)
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest Name STRAND CHOICE 7,
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Diagnosis:stage 4 silence
Treatment:a kinder world (one where racism doesn't exist)
Cure:unknown
Lifespan:1-5 years, if that
Symptoms:
? a silenced voice
? being black
? loss of control over body autonomy
? racism
? microaggressions
? discrimination
? stolen childhood
? stolen innocence
The cancerous silence had spread through her body
She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses
They called her dramatic
With each dismissal
It grew more aggressive
More violent
'It's probably just anxiety'
It had sneaked its way into her bloodstream
It was beginning to be seen
It's screams fell on deaf ears
'Stop making everything about race'
It had moved to her stomach
Corrupting her digestive system
They had played it down to stress
They said maybe you should rest
With each microaggression
Each racist remark
It grew stronger
More powerful
More deadly
Until
She collapsed
In the hospital they couldn't ignore
What happened to this girl
They say next time we will listen
But we all know they haven't learned their lesson
That begs the question
Of what will happen to the health care system
Will they be punished
Or will she just be an unfortunate lesson they'll never learn
Will she forever remain a forgotten victim
Where a place that is supposed to help kills still exists
Why isn't anything being done about it?
She was a woman of beauty and grace
With a heart that longed for a lover's embrace
Her marriage was dull and devoid of desire
But a new flame ignited a passion that was dire
He was a man of power and charm
With eyes that sparkled with a dangerous alarm
Their affair was a secret, a forbidden delight
A love that burned with a passion so bright
She found in him what her husband lacked
A passion that filled her with a love so intact
Their stolen moments were like a dream
A love that was pure, or so it seemed
But the truth would soon come to light
A betrayal that shattered her with all its might
Her husband discovered her infidelity
A discovery that would end in tragedy
Her lover was gone, her heart torn apart
A love that was pure was now a painful remark
Her marriage was over, her life in despair
A love that was lost, beyond any repair
She learned too late that love can be a curse
A passion that consumes and leaves nothing but hurt
Her heart was broken, her soul in pain
A love that was lost, forever in vain.
Who makes
verse, libre
without
a net
a
Frostie
remark
perhaps
to regret
liberties
require
some
knowledge
and skill
first
so acquire,
else
be
aware
‘freedom’
will
leave us
deep
in the
mire
regular
or free
each a
script
for voice
and ear
no
matter
how
this visual
here
might
now
appear
Having guessed my style why not
Listen to me read one of my poems aloud at this link http://youtu.be/GiD8JdYi-jw
At the karaoke bar, a group of close friends laugh,
Each brainless remark heightening their joys;
They drink to the brim as their boy sings off-tune,
“All You Need Is Love”, by the Beatles
'all you need is love'...stupid.
you need air and water and food.
no one NEEDS love... ive never had it.
never given love.
never been loved.
and im fine.
ive survived.
Her mother and father cherish her more than the world it seems,
Kneeling down beside their daughter, to pluck the dandelion,
Promising in this little public park her secret wish will come true;
It only takes an exhalation to send the fuzzy seeds into the air…
wishes by far are the biggest lie you can have…
a wish is nothing more than shattered dreams-
it is the unattainable promise, laughing in your face like a bully…
The public mall is bustling loud today…
Crazy girls with their bouncing bodies and bags,
Couples chatting away as they window shop
Advertisers stopping some, promising the world
i see so much...and so many…
i wonder if any can see me..
do they know im here?
do they care?
we [people] wander earth,
lost in ambitions and lust…
we care not for those around,
the lover, the child, or the stranger...
I walk a lonely road
Passing by many beautiful houses;
Settled for dinner, a family-curtain opens,
They all sit laughing, eating and enjoying each other
Happy...they are all so happy
Family, friends, lovers, children...
Everyone, except me...
lonely and angry and hateful, resentful...hurt.
i am nothing but a shadow to the world...
i am a loser
a burden
unwanted...
a throwaway...
A Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin
A Newspaper
Elon Musk, a liberal newspaper that never tires
of writing about his wealth, also, for the most part
dislike him, and the power that follows in the wake
We read in the Guardian that Elon Musk is trying to
Get a license for the electricity market with Tesla
The paper points out that Musk has met Putin
and can't be trusted, he is a security risk, that
The remark is quietly funny
A meeting between two giants, I would like to
have been there, my world is mundane, what's
for lunch, and petrol in the car, but we accept
On our part, avoid the struggle to be the top dog in
in command for a moment of worshipful praise
before disappearing into a historic footnote.
Show Riders Have A Horse,
And They Love to Do A Course.
When They Are Done,
They Wait Around to See If They Have Won.
Blue, Red, Green, or Yellow,
Show Riders Are So Mellow.
Later in The Barn Giving the Horse A Bath,
Show Riders Are There Having A Laugh.
You See Show Riders Are Good at This Historical Game,
Where No One Is Supposed to Complain.
Building Trust Is A Major Feat,
And Showing It Off Is Truly Sweet.
Show Riders Are A Special Troop,
With Emphasis on Being A Supportive Group.
So, In A World of Hate,
Let’s Get Something Straight.
When Exhibiting Horsemanship, It Isn’t the Check,
Instead It Is the Lesson in Respect.
So, Let Those with Egos In,
And Let Them Win.
For When They Go on A Power Play,
The Show Rider Will Say,
Do Not Forget to Visit the Show Office to Pay.
One Day They May Reflect,
And Say Heck,
Those Show Riders Know What They Are Doing,
And Will Forget About Using Words Like Suing.
For It Should Be Known About the Show Rider,
They Are Not Liars.
Show Riders Stand by The Truth Never Needing for Their Voice to Hit the Roof.
In All True Honesty the Show Rider Does Not Need to Know What to Do with The Bute.
Instead the Show Rider Should Always Have Time to Look Cute,
With the Main Goal to Relax Those in The Business Suit.
So, The Next Time the Show Rider Is in The Ring,
They Will Look Up at The Queen Sitting with The King.
Reminding Them They Are Participating in This Thing,
Where Horses Have Magical Wings.
Everyone Will Clap with Class,
Acknowledging the Beauty of The Vision from The Past,
When There Was No Need for Gas.
At the Proper Time Show Riders Will Meet the Royals,
Proving No One In the Industry Is Spoiled.
The Show Rider Will Hear the Remark About Princess Anne,
Not Being A Fan.
Instead She Was the One Creating Such a British Buzz,
When She Showed Her Olympic Equestrian Love.
So, Sit Back Letting Those Who Count Their Strides,
To Handle Those Who Lied and Took Bribes.
Since It Is the Show Rider’s World That Will Make Them Confess,
Giving the Show Rider the Opportunity to Nicely Say We Need to Take Care of This Mess.
With the World Getting Colder and Some of Us Getting Older,
It Is Time for The Show Rider to Be Bolder,
So, We Can Finally Close This “Nasty Angry Folder”