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So sick, ashamed, tuke-deh-blaim guilty
And tired of your sarcastic comments that tease me on purpose
Really not an accidental thing in the first place
Crazy talk I do on a daily basis
Aggravated beyond reason and logic and behind-closed-pupils emotions
So afraid to change my mind about breaking up with you and making the mistake of going back together with you
Totally an incomplete work of art from the start...I adored you, Seth Art from the heart...but I'm torn apart - we are opposite isles at Walmart
I claimed and nurtured caring, affectionate sayings and lines of endless blessings and miracles that ended up being cursed and obstacles
Clever, but a deceiver...looks are awfully appealing, but what's in the inside are a billion books...left unread and left for dead instead...left on the literature bed, molding and rusting in pangs of dread that piles up in my head like debt overhead
Chillin like a villain with a tranquil mindset for a change
Oh my word, I will forgive the words you uttered and will utter ASAP
Mesmerized by your love that is for naught
Messed-up in the head mentally and emotionally...happiness and joy, like weeds that were once delight dandelions, distraughtly rot and remotely fought...a frenzied, fired-up fraught as an aftershock of oblivion's ignorance
Elegance turn to hideous results, unless you turn that around by mere coincidence altogether, which will most likely not happen, knowing you very rebellious and an uncompromising, headstrong head that is robust - but, break, it must
Never flawless and willing it all away...these thunder and rain bolts
Truly, you better not shoot me down or I'll bite the bullet and rip up that gown of galore glory and gracious glamor displayed dazzlingly, non-drastically projected on screens of hope strings that won't snap off by the single snip of the sensuous, shapeless scissors
Sanity's lines come into play the moment the insanity lies on the paper and not on my scraggly soul again...refrain from pouring your vermillion drizzle upon us and naturally, slip inside the same bumpy, rowdy bus with us for a time...there's no need to hide, subside, cuss or fuss
Amidst Mystic’s art and craft show last May I was wandering.
By a stall with wildlife photos malingering,
Where my new beau Greg caught me beaming.
A gorgeous red tailed hawk photo I was unashamedly oogling.
“What a hunk” I exclaimed, as I studied it closely,
Wallowing in the hawk’s full feathered vitality.
Greg was not amused by my rave review,
Or when my comments grew.
“Boy he’s really something” I fawned over the hunkie hawk.
Greg was at a loss to see why I would at length gawk.
So he was eager to draw me away,
From what he saw as an embarrassing display.
Soon after we rested by a stone wall in the shade.
‘Twas time to continue this kidding charade.
I was eager to see how far with this banter
My charming fella me would flatter.
“He’s quite a looker, eh?” I gushed.
Hoping my admiration he’d crushed,
Greg said, “ Oh, I dunno, he's got an awfully big beak.”
“What, are you jealous?” I asked, my curiosity peaked.
“Any lady hawk would think him a good provider.”
“He’d catch and rip up dinner, while his looks increased her ardor.”
“ I can be a good provider,” said Greg, then adding more.
“Don't have to catch it, but I can buy it in the store.”
“ But look at his big chest full of beautiful feathers,” I sighed.
Greg sat up and stuck out his chest - impressive, I couldn’t deny!
“I've got a big chest too,” he said, smiling.
But I wasn’t through wrangling.
My final sally went forth -“ Oh, but he has such a penetrating gaze.”
Greg removed his glasses and looked at me, his eyes with victory ablaze.
“But mine are blue, as you call them, Paul Newman blue,”
“ and his are only brown and they're beady,” his trump card he knew.
“ Yeah, you've got him there,” I admitted, the finale written,
and gave in, giggling and smitten.
M. Renee Taylor
3-27-13
Things fall into place.
Wait long enough for love to arrive and things fall into place.
Brick by brick, fountains are made.
Building a future of titanium before the grave.
Happy days are back again.
Make no mistake.
I am happy when it rains,
But I live in the rain, so that is ok.
Meteors may crash into Earth,
And once more I shall rip up out of the dirt.
You cannot predict the weather; never mind the change.
Things remain and in time we are rearranged.
Through all the hurt I will continue.
Nothing remains when we are through,
But the ripple effect of who we were;
Changing worlds. I will find her.
Thanks for the memories; gone to never.
Nevertheless, always more to give.
A true bond is never severed.
I am just a boy who wants love to live.
All things change and this new day,
They will continue their affairs until they are grey and replaced.
The list of rejections grows with age,
Until you’re nothing to see;
Live it your way, or hide away.
Natural selection; self-inspection.
Show your true face and become replaced
And replicated and reproduced,
Until the mold is in ruins,
And there is nothing left of you.
Inside I just feel used.
Leave them to their searches.
Adultery deserves it.
Younger version, fading wishes.
This love you claim is covered in stitches.
This twisted mess of a head began with pain,
And that is how this will end;
But faces change, as we age and the mind continues.
Back at the beginning, only time to spend.
The mind grows, until it goes;
It flexes and becomes a new place for sorrow.
No matter what you may do or say,
Still the love remains.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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At the end of the finishing line,
a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears
and said, “Welcome home”.
I stepped on the green carpeted grass
and gazed at the slender bushy trees
waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze.
Happy squirrels scampering along
and merry birds singing happy songs.
But the moment swiftly fades and the
tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in
Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes
and empty school buses appear on every corner
performing a deceptive drama.
I gazed across the horizon and drowned out
the intimidating sounds in America’s streets.
Instantaneously a hand touched me
I reached out and held on
but surprisingly it disappears.
I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there.
Bequeathed by a mysterious will
my mind glides up a gigantic hill
shades of wonders, throngs of danger
could not stopped god's destined will.
With hand clasped and eyes closed
I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul.
I tried to detached but it kept coming back.
Something bigger than faith kept me going
more profound than hope itself
It absorbs my innate being
and laden me with mystical dreams.
Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart
It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts.
Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd
but only one I could make out.
That one gambled with my heart
Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart
unmindful of the wounds it caused
smiling at me without an infinite thought.
most powerful and most worthy
Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?
hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up
chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up
woke up, broke up, spoke up
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up
dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up
save up, gave up, head up, made up
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up
go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up
pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up
back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up
I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…
Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?
I promised I wouldn't answer, but I did
I'm not sure if i'm in love with you, or if I'm in love with this
Because pain and heartbreak gives me a reason to write
But i'm praying angels will come and stop me bleeding at night
Love is a funny thing, sometimes we can't control our own heart
We can pretend we don't care, but sooner or later we feel that scar
We drink to forget, but it makes us think more
Instead of going to bed, we choose to drink more
Now we're crying over pictures we should rip up
Why do we always value someone more, once we split up?
Pick up a phone to text them, but the alcohol scripts us
So we make no sense, and pretend it was just a mix up
Every relationship that went wrong, has made me write better
So I'll write a great poem about you, if we spend a night together
But it'll be even better if you take the time to break my heart
Is it bad that I need pain to make my art?
I love poetry but I don't know what to make of this
This isn't even based off a recent relationship
It's just something I figured out about myself
I need pain to produce poetry, I can't do it without help
I promised I wouldn't answer, but I did
I'm not sure if i'm in love with you, or if I'm in love with this
Because pain and heartbreak gives me a reason to write
But i'm praying angels will come and stop me bleeding at night
Bury your guns deep in the sands of time
Break your daggers in half and leave them behind
Unclench you fist and loose your stare of hate
Live in love today before tomorrow comes to late
Masquerade the truth to hide your inner lie
Masquerade your soul and surely you will die
Masquerade freedom and war will increase
Masquerade your cause and live in peace
Masquerade your fear or fall upon your lance
Masquerade the fight and give the world a chance
Disarm your bombs before they suddenly kill
Rip up your message of malice that you daily quill
Douse the fires that you start and burn
Cross the lines of war sign the treaty to overturn
Masquerade the truth to hide your inner lie
Masquerade your soul and surely you will die
Masquerade freedom and war will increase
Masquerade your cause and live in peace
Masquerade your fear or fall upon your lance
Masquerade the fight and give the world a chance
Sheath your sword before your heart turns cold
Break down your divided walls and simply grow old
Sink your ships and swim to your homes shore
Return to a clear young mind like we all had before
Masquerade the truth to hide your inner lie
Masquerade your soul and surely you will die
Masquerade freedom and war will increase
Masquerade your cause and live in peace
Masquerade your fear or fall upon your lance
Masquerade the fight and give the world a chance
You’re in Palm Springs, not much to do
But golf and get some sun
Hop on a cart, still almost dark
Get out and have some fun
Line up your shot, you’re feeling hot
You try hard not to push
But half the time, like you were blind
It ends up in the bush
You curse and swear like no one’s there
Dig up a chunk of dirt
You hit a house, feel like a louse
Thank God no one was hurt
You hack around, rip up the ground
The hole seems ’way too small
You miss your shot and swear a lot
This is no fun at all
Every shot’s worse than the last
No matter how you try
They don’t go where you want them
It makes you wanna cry
Your buddies laugh, you stand and chaff
You ask them what’s so funny
They grin and say, “Looks like today
You owe us lots of money”
Finally when you make a shot
You think you’re getting hotter
You rip the next shot long and hard
Straight into the water
Every shot makes someone smile
Somehow it’s never you
A foursome comes up from behind
Asks if they could play through
You shank and pull you slash and slice
You finally get around
The only part that you enjoy
Is when you’re homeward bound
You practice ‘til the sun goes down
Determined not to fail
The more you try the worse it gets
You just groove your slash and flail
Today I had a real good day
I’m happy as could be
Had lots of fun, me and my Hon
Stayed home and watched TV
I was listening to Pastor Mike Todd
He said some things real hard
He said this
If they're not beneficial
Rip up your list
Rip up failed relationships
Rip up past hurt
Rip up emotions
Bury them in the dirt
Then get some new seeds
And watch them grow
Sometimes in life
You have to let some things go
Let it go
Release it
Breathe a breath of fresh air
The Lord will reveal it to you
Show you the ones that care
He did spare
Our life daily
Yet we fail him ain't that crazy
We pick up the Bible
Put it back down
Pick up a novel
Finish it the first go round
Rip it
Rip apart
What's not good for the heart
Then soar
Soar and wait on those open doors
Take advantage when it opens
Give him the daily devotions
Want him like your life depended on it
Revise
Introduce
Prepare yourself
For what's he's be about to do
Let me tell you
Some people will not understand
When you are apart of God's plan
You'll have to fight
On a battlefield for what's right
Rip up this new sight new visions
New directions ,new decisions
New dreams new goals
Just remember who's in control
Life has a way of throwing it in for a flip
And sometimes it's best if you rip
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/13/2020
i
am
TIRED
of writing all these
sweet, sappy, lovesick poems
all these exultations in my
tear-stained, lonely, cry-for-me-please days
these fall-on-my-knees days
when everything
is a "different shade of gray".
i
can't
BEAR
anymore of my
whining complaints
of this "life barely worth living"
of these people who aren't giving
me nearly enough affection.
i will throw down my pen
i will rip up these pages
but, please, god,
don't let me write down one more
metaphorical, symbolical
pathetic-ass verse
about the over-played and under-stated
"bane of my existence".
if i go on one more rant about
some guy who wronged me
in some terrible way
and can i get a little sympathy
and oh dear, look, my feelings run so deep
or how i can't solve the
myriad of my own problems
but here, let me offer you some
hypocritical bull
to soothe your fears,
i
will
SCREAM!
Because writing sappy, lovesick poems
doesn't get me any closer to getting laid
all those whining complaints
only drive more people away
metaphors and symbols
are never interpreted the same
and "ranting" skips alongside "raving"
on the road of "mad"
to a sterile, white cell.
i'll put down all my words, you see, because
i
am
TIRED
of writing about me.
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