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Dear ......,
Its over, it's finished, I mean it - we're through!
I thought it was me but now know it was you.
I'm done with your lies, your greed, my fixation
insatiable urge that precedes degradation.
It's cost me too much this affair of ours;
this obsession consumed me for years, days and hours.
Without you I'm free to flourish and thrive,
my sparkle returns, with my passion and drive.
The skin of shame peels slowly and soon
I'll be free of your poison and flee my cocoon.
Your shadow remains and lurks all around,
One chink in my armour and soon you'll surround.
You'll smother me at my lowest ebb
and lure me back to your toxic web.
But once for you is never enough
I know that now, the truth is tough..
Ill never again succumb in your midst
to false claims of confidence, courage and grit.
Without you I'm changing, my fashion bespoke
One day you'll crawl past my invisible cloak.
My skin glows, my waist shrinks, my hair is now glossy.
My tissues are mending, my sick genes less bossy!
I hear peace without your seductive whisper
My heart thaws and ventures into the vista
I can search my soul and not feel empty:
the void replaced, my hope is plenty!
I'm starting to use the gifts that you hid,
The girl in the mirror is lifting her lid.
Peering into the world, clear eyes bright and blue
I touch, taste and smell, inhaling the view.
Less fear of your fog clouding my vision.
I love what I see, painting colours my mission...
When you rap on my brain, trying to grab my attention
I delve into my toolbox of mental distractions.
You'll lure me and stalk like the fool that you are
just to tempt me, just one, its only a jar...
My shield will deflect you with super-girl force!
My willpower steely, your shadow a ghost.
Your influence dwindles the stronger I grow'
your blood sucking shackles bleed into the snow.
Like the “matchstick girl” I've seen the light.
Your shadow shrivels GIVE UP this fight!
You're losing, you're fading your voice is diminished.
Superfluous now, I don't need you - it's finished!
I'm saying so long, it was fun while it lasted.
Move on, to more fish you'll be flabbergasted..
There are many lost souls in this world to seduce
Not me though, not I, I'm cutting loose.
Its time to say goodbye cruel friend
I'm out, this really is the end!
Samantha Malone, December 2020.
She gazes unseeing; a desolate being
Asleep in this wide awake town
Leant ’gainst the rail of a bridge ’cross the river
Her gaze and demeanor are down
Considered a knife for taking her life
But thoughts of whom-ever might find
her blood drenched cadaver, decided she’d rather
not mess up an innocent’s mind
Spent some time thinking, painkillers while drinking
Might bring her the peace that she craves
But what if they merely left her feeling bleary
So now she stands gazing at waves
So, when your life has turned grey
And it shows you no way
And there’s no guiding light
Do you contemplate “Goodnight?”
For you gave it your best
You feel you’ve failed the test
Please see things another way
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
Three monkeys - wise - as she scaled iron sides
And no passerby broke his stride
Made her last pledge on a maintenance ledge
That really was not very wide
“Well Lord, that was me; what had you hoped to see
Whatever it was I have failed
Messed up all my life, but I’ll get one thing right
For I’ve got my final act… NAILED!”
Behind her a squaddie, a war ravaged body
Said I’ve been where your mind is now
But one stranger, then, helped me love life again
Can I be your ‘Stranger’ somehow
So, when your life has turned grey
And it shows you no way
And there’s no guiding light
Do you contemplate “Goodnight?”
For you gave it your best
You feel you’ve failed the test
Please see things another way
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
Well, she turned around; she climbed back and she found
That his wars had took half of one leg
Her eyes opened wide and she said, in surprise,
“Did you used to come here to beg?”
“I found you a place at the veteran’s mission
And a cab to make sure you would go
You needed me then as I needed you now.”
And he said, “Samantha…… I know.”
So, when your life has turned grey
And it shows you no way
And there’s no guiding light
Do you contemplate “Goodnight?”
For you gave it your best
You feel you’ve failed the test
Please see things another way
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
Mummy went to heaven cause they needed her up there
Mummy went to heaven, God tell her that we care
She was such a special Mummy, and we loved her ever so
Mummy went to heaven, I bet the angels know
As Daddy, Samantha and I together now we cry
Daddy asks why, with no words can I reply
To fill his empty heart, they have never been apart
I just told him to be brave; he got lots of memories to save
And not forgetting me, from their love I came to be
Now Daddy takes care of us, so we mustn’t make a fuss
He gives us all he can; he’s a special kind of man
And I’m glad he’s got his work, from it he never shirked
And I know it comforts him and it fills the interim
Till he’s with her once again, I’ll try and ease the pain
And Samantha and I together will wipe away his tears
We’ll remind him of the fun and all the happy years
We’ll think of our Mummy and both never misbehave
And all remember all the laughter and the love she gave
I promise to take care of Sammy and we’ll never disagree
And I’ll love her as I should and promise to be good
I’ll give her lots of steak, of the best she can partake
And when she gets those nasty horrid fleas
I’ll wash her and wash her and spray all of our settees
And when she meows and for our Mummy cries
I’ll hold in my lap and sing her lullabies
I won’t mention China or even Singapore
Pity she’s so yuckie and such a great big bore
Poor little Samantha now she‘s only got Dad and me
So I won’t even mention that she’s not a pedigree
Yep, I’ll try and love Samantha the best I very can
I promise I will not stick her in the frying pan
I’ll talk so soft and gently and never ever tease
Mum would be so amazed and ever so pleased
This Sunday’s Daddy’s Birthday, what can I really say
Suppose that just I love him and I’ll not be far away
After all we got each other and memories of shiny days
I love you Poppa, so remember to continue to be brave
You made our Mum so happy with the splendid love you gave.
Into your Hideout
The ruins of my mind
The bombed out places so so unkind
Lost you in the haze of hells fire
Bombs making humanity expire
I have dreams they call out as nightmares
You are running away from your fears
Amongst such destruction and horrors
A borrowed bicycle your only escape
Yet here I am, and you know not the truth
I am alive, and running, just as you
Through the ruins of this city so destroyed
I am chasing you, and screaming, stop my love
Stop, arête no more need to run
The enemies and nightmares ran out of guns
That day when the sky rained barrels and bombs
Wounded, I survived, our love kept me alive
In the deepest of dreams, I hear your screams
Love please know soon, we will be in the sun eating ice-cream
I will never stop my endless pursuit
Of finding you my love, my wife, my meaning of this strife
I shall find your hideout in the depths of hells fears
We two shall resuscitate our hearts, humanities fools
For all the terror, the war and hate
One day me and you shall smile at lovers garden gates
My blood is yours, my veins joined to your soul
No soldier shall stop us, from our hopes and loves ultimate goal
When I sit caressing your hair in the shelter of hidden despair
The hideout no longer needed
Us lovers, together, finally in gods sun and the fresh air
Dedicated to all the innocent victims of the horrors in Syria
I would like to thank a fellow poet, for her support, encouragement and exchanging of ideas, Casarah Nance. I was discussing how often music inspires my writing, and was sharing some favorite songs with her, when this idea came up.
At the same time, tonight we had a workshop on www.baffn.biz #Poetry room, and I would like to also thank Tim, Casarah, Jan, Maverick, Halil, Samantha, Armand, Keith and Joe for the wonderful comments and suggestions. Great to see poets encouraging other poets. That’s how it should be!
There was a pair
Both having creative flair
Then another two
Having nothing to do
Twins on two wheels
Looking for a steal
No need for a club
Being in the woods with these guys who were studs
Partying at the lake
Spending what they make
Not thinking this is a mistake
A DJ was not there
No one cared
Dancing the four
Ignoring she walked out the door
Searching for Leprechaun green
Wearing tight tailored made blue jeans
Eyeing to purchase a Porsche
This film work was par for the course
Acting like a driving wedge
She did something behind the hedge
To get out of the rough
Her emotions taking rejection real tough
Using a cobra iron
As a warning siren
Stroking the little white ball
Making sure she made the call
A fair way to handle a difficult situation
Getting a good lay and position
Into the bunker it did land
A sandy hazard needing to get out of a jam
With a little twist and grip that was firm
At first the cable television gallery showed their concern
It reached its goal
Sinking into the hole
All this happen when she was asleep
From out of nowhere was the underwater creep
Nothing much after that
For the Princess brat
Champion players enjoy the Seminole skins
Betting on who will win
Take each match
Where an eagle or birdie may hatch
Like it is your last
And remember your lucrative past
Since science overnight can turn weird
Spreading a viral infection revenge demanding fear
In the end see the results on the card
Digesting the negativity could be hard
Especially on the back nine
Marching in rhythmic time
Knowing this is the chapter’s finale
Realizing the positive tally
As the golfing masters put up their cleats to hang
One may ponder over that space drink orange Tang
Promiscuous Miss Samantha Lane does look like Danielle Kang
Poets, members of the soup
Poets, so many to mention
Poets, an extraordinary group
Poets, with great expression
Poets, everyone is a cool poet
Poets, I love everybody’s poetry
Poets, and they should know it
Poets, who inspire he and she
Poets, from all over the world
Poets, a never ending breed
Poets, their words left instilled
Poets, work you want to read
Poets, making you laugh or smile
Poets, who have such a cool vibe
Poets, each their own unique style
Poets, who keep the art form alive
Poets,this a tribute i did do before but lousley pt togeather at time,, to all the cool poets on the soup,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Ive probably missspelt a few names before so thought rewrite in this context as there is so many cool
poets on here ive forgot some of you erin s samantha so many others after deleating some of my writs lost
coments off these poets of course harrry horse man terry oleray david williams rebecca laura and so on
this my tribute to each and every one of you for youe insperaton and such nice words
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its nice to know there are still some cool real people on this planit we call earth THANKYOU FOR WELCOMING ME TO SOUP
XXXDAVIDSCOTT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Members of the soup,
Every one a cool poet
An exstraudany group,
And they should know it
Breidenthal - Laura
Lucas - Rebecca
Cook - Samantha
- Jessica
Adams - Sandra
Leonora - Galinta
Reed - Karma
Everyone has such insight
I just love your every write
Tanya - harrington
Kerry - singleton
Rachel - hefinton
Anne - Lise Andresen
Rufferd - Anne
Harry - Horsman
Your work so spick and spam
Everyones seems so glam
Carol - brown
Dawn - mclunghlin
Anne - curin
And S - Erin
I love everyone's writing
All of you so enlighting
Tsiluma - Vicky
Hasle - Connelly
Catie - Lindsey
(Linda) - P,d
And Terry - Oleary
I love everyone's poetry
You all inspier me
Lina etling
The scipt
The scibe
I love all of it
Such a cool vibe
Any names I've forgot
please do forgive me
love you all too alot
Your's sincerely
David Scott X
I look forward to reading more of your works
Thank you for insperation Im touched in so many ways
At least theres still some people left in the nation
To brighten up the shitty days,,,,,,,D.S,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,x
PS SORRY IF MISSSPELT SOME NAMES OR NAMES BACK
TO FRONT TRYING TO ADD RYME IN SORT OF LETTER RAP STLYE
This the truth will always be –
amity between Sam and Abdalla;
finding Bigfoot,
gathering the ocean’s blue; a perfect wedlock;
Hollywood; Fox News; Joel Osteen.
There is no place where freedom is not
sacrificed for dreams, reality for sugared words,
a black man to Limbaugh’s tongue –
the brutal but softer tone of the Coliseum.
Our dream is fractional happiness,
a day with dark ending. Our light is a fast
exodus to the open sepulchers,
so far from youthful minds,
but within walking distance of our bodies,
breathless. Our fad is for the open eyes,
our eyes, a minute to see.
How fleeting are the seconds, and years.
When the old Ampad man came to town,
we went backward like a cult baptism,
there was this smell that walked like stupid,
along the Ohio River, the sound of tomorrow’s children
crying the cries their parents left them.
Smith was never pleased
with Jesus’ work, so they took him to America,
and execute the first 9\11, like Waco.
We strip barks from the neutered trees,
the rabid yelps in the Bushes.
We’ve witnessed Barbara giving birth to Judas,
an effort to fulfill the selling of the woman at sea.
We were terrified, but God never let it be so;
we will not go now,
the sky will dressed in black to moan our pending death.
We are dogs on a lease –
I can’t believe the things the wind told my ears.
Remember George, how we gave him Samantha,
then request that the black man give her back to us,
saying, let us take our Sammy from the cotton picker’s son;
he’s blind; he cannot see Russia from his house,
his name is a message from the camel people.
How can he rest his graying head,
against a pillow made with thorns?
How can he sleep,
with all that stupid ringing in his ears?
Mummy’s cat Samantha is as old as can be
Mummy’s cat Samantha doesn’t really like me
She sleeps in dad’s chair, like she’s under a spell
Nothing ever disturbs her, till I give out a yell
You should see her run when I starts up my din
Once they went and found her in an old drum tin
She’s terribly senile, she’s lost all her spring
Mostly she sleeps getting hair on everything
Mummy thinks she marvellous, intelligent and bright
I think she’s a dummy and a real parasite
And when she goes a missing, it’s a real catastrophe
Where’s Sammy? Find Samantha our little Princess
Mummy knows she’s an alley cat but will never confess
And she runs around the house calling everywhere
And stupid old Samantha, doesn’t even care
All she wants is her bickies and juicy rump steak
For me yuckie vegies, of the best SHE partakes
Every day they cut her meat up all tiny and fine
But nobody seems to care about cutting up mine
Poor dear little Samantha, I’m just horrid they say
She not a proper *****, and never wants to play
She never rubs against your legs, or purrs friendly like
I wish I had a dog, like my best friend Mike
She’s so terribly old, and such a big bore
So I’m gonna tell her about China and Singapore
Where they eat cats for dinner, if they don’t act nice
And play with little boys and get rid of the mice
What does she think of as she sleeps in the grate
Probably of Samuel her friend and her mate
How when they were young together they’d stand guard
Hunting all the insects and birdies in our yard
Now those days have gone, so has Samuel her love
Now you cannot budge her, except with a shove
Dear little Samantha as she sits and day dreams
I sneaks up behind her and REAL LOUDLY SCREAMS!
Stephanie understand I am torn
A part of me needs you
Another part despises you
Both parts are lies
Yet both parts are true
These emotions are messing me up
What have I done
You took my hand and held it through rumors and troubles
But when the tables turned I decided to run
You put up with my childish schemes
You gave me a peace that I had previously only felt in my dreams
I will never forget February 15th
For the first time Samantha didn't haunt my mind
That day I felt peace love and happiness
And at the first whisper I left it behind
I have to admit you moved on easily for me being you first
Between my regret, this inner battle, and how you handled it
I don't know which is worst
Which raises the question
Were you really going to try to use me
And if you were why would I care
I am not scared to fight anyone
And surely the pain and humiliation would be easy to bare
So why was I so quick to run
I didn't cheat on you
Van Matre made sure I didn't have that kind of "fun"
Yes Amanda was on my phone
But you outnumbered her five to one
And now I regret saying those lies
They were just childish and foolish and immature
Just stupid lies to try to bring tears to your eyes
I bet that now you are happy I ran
Regardless of what I say, what I've done, or what I can do
I am a boy not a man
And I wont be until I can end my inner rage
Another thing I must admit and hopefully you understand
You soothed my rage with the touch of your hand
But once again I am nothing more than an island
Surrounded by oceans of regret and self irate
Once again a desperate soldier preparing for his final stand
Trying not to break or bend
But I am guessing what I've done
Made it the end