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I turn back the hands of the antique grandfather
But the seconds continue but for you I still bother
I take the batteries out of every clock
To call on you again and to hear your remark
I have succumb to my love and I’m working in my life’s endeavor
Everyday I try to stop time so I can be with you forever
I put more sand in the hour- glass
Hoping it will work and the minutes will not pass
To be together I will use all of my will
I pray to god that the moment can stand still
I have succumb to my love and I’m working in my life’s endeavor
Everyday I try to stop time so I can be with you forever
I’ll do what I have to do and I will not botch
I’ll rip up every calendar and break every watch
I’ll block out the light to shadow the sundial
Just to get a second look at your beautiful smile
I have succumb to my love and I’m working in my life’s endeavor
Everyday I try to stop time so I can be with you forever
To keep our passion locked away in our home
I’ll stop the clicks of every metronome
Do you understand my words and what I’m trying to convey
For you I’d stop the sun and moon to get just one more day
Broke the bank yesterday on my brand new ride,
Bright midnight blue with golden yellow sides,
Bringin’ it home for me and my baby to drive;
Breakin’ outa here.
Can’t let the bad boys take us alive;
Ride, ride, ride...
Bad boys are rippin’ up this rundown town,
Ridin’ ‘round in Fairlaines bringing everybody down.
I take my baby’s hand in the early dawn, she smiles and hides a yawn,
We’re gonna take a ride ‘round these dusty old streets.
We’re gonna feel the heat.
Ride, ride, ride...
We gotta rev it up in this rundown town;
We gotta cut it loose before we set it on down.
Break outa here.
Run.
We gotta ride on outa this falling down town,
Gotta rip up the air before we put her back down,
Cause there ain’t much goin’ in this broken down town,
Breakin’ outa here,
Just half a mile of heartache sittin’ around.
Run, run, run...
Punch it.
And we gotta ride on outa this broken down town,
We’re gonna lose our souls if we settle on down,
We’re gonna drown.
We gotta rev it up in this rundown town;
We gotta cut it loose before we set it on down.
We’re gonna lose our souls if we settle on down.
Breakin’ outa here
Before we crash and drown.
Run, run, run...
[Based on Elton John's 'One Horse Town']
You are a good dog Patches,
'cept for brown patches of stain,
Which you leave all over
the green grass,
I wish you would restrain
You're such a smart dog, Patches,
You left my mind in awe,
When on the 6 ft block wall,
Your careful pretty paws,
Lead you, as if on tight rope,
As if you were a cat,
You could have fallen and
Broke your tail!
Please don't do things
like that!
You're such a sweet dog
Patches,
Unless you rip up trash,
And tear up the new carpet
That cost us lots of cash.
You are a blessed dog, Patches,
But did you eat a yam?
No!
When Holidays were nigh
you stole and
Chewed the Christmas ham!
You are a dear dog Patches
And truly, thinking back,
You only chewed up diapers
Cuz' you liked them for a snack.
Stellar Night
Rip up the script deep inside the trained
monkeys in your mind. Utter shallow pleasantries
as the world watches the evolved caterpillars
inching closer and closer to perfection.
Nowhere does it say all your cards need to be
played face-up. Even circus animals have a
secret life….albeit restrained, which only politicians
fully understand.
At night, or what passes for darkness on this planet
I inhabit, the great view of the two moons
from my portico fairly scream eternity…..not a
comfortable environment, given the current state
of inter-planetary travel, I so much enjoy.
The cost of the fuel cells needed to power my
electro-magnetic warp drives are placing a heavy
burden on my mining operations back on Earth,
….at least that is what my accountant tells me.
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.
Form:
As she opened the letter
She thought she'd feel better.
But this wasn't to be.
The letter was from John.
Whom she had loved long
And now he was setting her free.
Cowardly John.
Who she depended upon,
Now had decided to flee
To love evermore
A life together to explore
Was what John had promised to me.
What a despicable man
And fool that I am
To be attracted to a thug
That crawled from the ground.
And a target he found
I should stamp on this creep like a bug.
A bug no John's worse.
I feel a need to curse
But revenge will not ease my pain.
I'll rip up John's letter.
And trust I'll feel better.
Imagining what could have been confetti is rain
24 June 2021 contest Let Er Rip Sponsor John Lawless
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
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
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
Try to sustain yourself on truth if you can,
but your noble aim will quickly come to naught.
Life is bitter, and so too are the actions you must take,
and they require skills that can't be taught.
Only the honest try to blind others, for they keep,
within their breasts a spark of life as it must be.
And they will burn from the fire they protect,
knowing that others never wished to see.
But you cannot afford the truth as they,
so burrow down within your very heart,
rip up the thistle that is reality,
and you will find yourself right at the start.
Two paths to take, but only one will do.
Fool yourself, and pain cannot break through.
Written for "The Jester" contest, sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann