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Like a small flowing stream, down my cheek. A little stream that is full of great big emotions. Spilling everywhere. Like a leaky faucet, that only continues to drip. Almost seems to be a never-ending stream, but all things come to an end. Eventually, the stream stops when you are out of tears, like when you fix the leaky faucet. It makes take some work and time but it will stop.
Like the warmth of a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day. The nice feeling of when the sun shines on your face. The warmth of being in the covers is warm and cozy. Being bundled up in a cold snowstorm. The warm feeling of holding a cat. But as always, all things come to an end. The warmth will eventually come to an end.
The bitter saltiness of the great big oceans. That salty sting when you get a mouthful of ocean water. When you eat something that is overly salty. But eventually, the saltiness stops. The salty drops will stop rolling down your face and onto your lips. Your tongue will eventually stop tasting the bitterly salty drops.
But the cause of these salty warm streams?
The boiling anger is like a pot of chili over a fire. Like a raging wildfire, burning everything in its path. Like lava spewing from a great big volcano.
The deep sadness that storms like the sea. Like the storms on the sea drown and sink ships in its path. Like a tight blanket being held over you. Like being trapped deep in the great big sea.
The sunny happiness is like a great big cloud ready to burst. Like a child seeing a candy shop. Like a puffer fish swelling up until you just might burst with happiness. Like petting a small puppy
The horrible nervousness is like swarms of angry bees in your stomach. Like you might melt like a popsicle in the hot sun. Like when you have a stomach ache and are scared you might puke.
Why?
You can explain with all the scientific facts and research you want, but I will always believe that when our bodies can't handle the emotions too big for them it spills. Like an over-full bottle. The bottle will either explode or spill. The cause of these warm salty tears spilling down your cheeks.
Sweet, bitter, angry tears.
Now why didn't I do this years ago
Lost a bunch and feel a hundred times better
Obsessed with eating? A resounding yes
Never followed any plan to the letter
Then one day fifteen months ago
The skies cleared and I saw a bright light
It signalled if you don't smarten up
Your soul will be taking the next flight
I'm sure not ready to cash in my chips
Literally scared the poop outta me
So I bit the bullet and stuck to a system
Can now say it's easier to breathe
Bottom line is, the more you put in
Stands to reason the body stores the excess
It was blimp time at this old guy's house
Now I'd even look good in a dress
Now don't go reading stuff into that line
Just a phrase so try to settle down
With these bulging muscles and great physique
Sure wouldn't look good in a gown
“Now this silliness has really got to stop
Can't you be serious sometimes?”
That's asking a lot from this jester dude
I'll try hard. I hope I don't go blind
Signals
The signal
The signs
Directions
How do you find it?
Find the right way
Or continue going wrong
You're going down the path
Alone
Or maybe not
You see, in the end, you forgot
That lanes end
Sometimes, other lanes begin
STOP signs bring you to a stop
Yielding helps you from being blocked
Caution signs
Helps keep you safe
You see, signals have a way
To prepare
You for the unprepared
Help you when you are scared
Blinkers, Arrows
Narrow the path
Will I get lost
Loose my direction
Who will I call for protection?
When the GPS keeps sending me in the wrong direction
Will my path ever equal to perfection
Or will the highways
Give me a rejection
If I was in a bind
Would a car let me over be kind
Or would they speed
Or take heed
When the light turns Yellow
Will I slow down
Or when it turns green, will I go
But slow because sometimes being in a rush
Could hurt you or others
Signals help us help us help one another
Signals also come in a form of your mind or heart
Those two keep sacred and never force them apart
Signals, signs ,
Will help you in life
Pay attention
Don't get distracted
Focus it's important
Don't ignore it
Look listen listen look
Everything is not written in a book
Sometimes the best knowledge
Is solid
So I won't complain
Pray keep God first
None of this is rehearsed
Follow your intuition
Listen to the signals first.
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
05/21/2023
The magic he creates. God is awake. The universe itself. Stardust gel. As it all connects. Like bare trees our lungs under inspection mimic the breeze. Fresh air as we all stare into the stardust we are. alive and free. The universal decree. But now we bleed. Bleed the seeds sewn of hate our father’s have known. We loop around the sun. We loop around history until mankind is done. I just wish we could all see the stardust has gone insane. This plane of reality is shady and a game. To those who run the show. But we can find love and life through the deepest blows. For we are tested as a world. Battling the feeling of being hurled. Into another’s thoughts and beliefs of how it should be. I think if we were intelligent we could smile with glee and just stop. Stopping the bloodshed is a must. For our brothers of stardust. The women and children scared . Unfortunately war is not rare when violent men act like they care. What a lie when sons and daughters are sent to die. When in reality were confused by our eyes. From what we see. I just hope the loop ends before our bodies are sent free to whatever end the stardust destines to be. This right now is mankind’s song. There is no victory to serenade. Only young men willing to throw grenades. If only we seen ourselves as stardust instead of flags.
I can’t get out of bed
that drink went to my head
will I lose my job today and become famous instead?
There’s spots sprawled on my skin
I’m not looking thin
competition for exhaustion, that’s the one I’ll win
There’s someone on my case
friends forget my face
I think they’re tired of me and my a thousand states
I need a new job because this can’t be all there is
there’s a boy over there, who wishes I were his
I hate what’s in my wardrobe
I have nothing to wear
I’ve had this job for more than two years
yet I still wake up scared
I complain about my status
like I don’t run away
from actually being liked, from people who will stay
I change my hair colour like it’s really a fresh start
I trade my problems for polyester when I press add to cart
I’m volatile and dangerous
I’m soft and I’m too kind
I’m forever chasing myself when it’s myself I can’t find
If we open up and talk
Both of us will stay--not walk
Out of this relationship
That has tumbled and done flips
Back and forth from good to bad
Where's the love we used to have
Somehow it just disappeared
Leaving both of our hearts scared
That it will soon fade to dark
We need to turn back the clock
Finding our way to the place
Where there was always a trace
Of happiness, joy and care
Surrounding us everywhere
Every minute of the day
When did it just start to stray
Leaving us to find out why
This strong love started to die
Slowly erasing the romance
We need to search for evidence
There is something we have missed
Before we finally dismiss
And damage the little bit
Of flame that is small but lit
Wanting to grow big and high
If we give it one more try
So we don't lose what was given
In our lives--we can start livin'
Once again in harmony
If our hearts just look and see
Remembering the happy times
To lose this love would be a crime
A Boy,
his Mother named Fred
Is better known to his Friend's
By the caustic nickname
Snipers Dream
Because of the size of his head
Slimline was 2XL all around was constantly eating
Whereas
Fatt's was shaped like a cigarette
and hardly ate at all
Tall Paul was 4 Foot something
Shorty was 6 Foot 6
Poor Boy wanted for nothing
While
Richie Rich had holes in his undies
Chatterbox hardly spoke
Comedy Dave never got a joke's punchline
Pasty had his own sunbed at home
Ladies Man can't talk to girl's
Brain's was born without any
Dumbass gets A*+ in every subject
Big Dick wears shorts in the showers
Roses has bad B.O is scared of soap
Smiley has yellow teeth
Aussy comes from South Africa
Jewish is Muslim
Homeboy is foreign
Each of us love our nickname
We all get along
Not 1 of us take offense
Because true Friendships are built
on a mutual similar sence of humour
Laughing is the best medicine
"He won the war outside but lost the battle within"
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Criticism after criticisms were hurled at me,
I bore it all silently,
I cried endlessly...
One day I suddenly realised,
to take care of my body was my duty.
with this thought I became a warrior.
Next time they criticized,
I shouted back,
all my thoughts I shot at them.
What you are doing is not right!
Stop it outright!
Henceforth I will not keep quiet!
Everyone became quite, scared of me.
They gave it every day but when it came to them,
they couldn't handle criticism!
I fought like a warrior mustering all my courage,
it was not easy but I gained victory!
Since that day they were careful,
their criticisms were minimal,
even that were answered back politely,
I didn't cry unnecessarily.
But my conscience kept pricking me,
I was hurting them!
I was sinning!
I had become bad.!
I changed again.
To fight or not is an eternal dilemma,
it has no solution.
It was always a tale of a girl replaced for another,
Sinking ships her mind got used to it
Some would assume she got hard hearted
And honestly I did, but you soothed it all up,
I was marshmallow in your arms melting up in a storm that could not be resolved
See iam not used to this,
Being a girlfriend was something that never came to mind,
So excuse me if iam unable to process everything,
Iam not as clingy as you would want me to be,
I do miss you but iam a little scared to admit it Incase I chase you away,
Iam not sure on what to be to you,
Perhaps iam naive in hoping that love will one day find me,
Perhaps iam naive in believing that you found me and that you want me,
It’s a little too late for me to back out now,lord knows I have tried,
You are a man I don’t mind staring at,
I honestly can’t fight my heart,
All I know is iam scared.
Oh goodness the house is on fire,
And so is the one across the street,
And the one next door, I’m scared,
And frantic and overpowered with smoke!
I hear the fire crackling
And voices and feel intense heat,
I have to run, and save some
Of my treasures, they are irreplaceable,
Someone is shouting,
Get out of this house, I hear running feet,
Put a wet towel over my head
And head to the lounge which is Smokey,
Collect my first treasure an oil painting
Of my late parents, got to beat
This fire but there’s still more I need
To save, my religious icons from the
Spare bedroom and whilst I am there,
My favourite pink sneakers, repeat
After me I say to myself, ‘You’ll
Be fine’, must hurry - grab my laptop
With irreplaceable information and
My poetry soup poems, I hear someone greet
Me, a fireman, he tells me to leave,
But I still must find great Greek Grandma’s
Vase, whoops grabbed it, nearly dropped it
I blush and try to be discreet,
As I ripped off my pyjama pants,
They were scorched and hot, rush Jennifer
Rush, can’t take much more of this fire and heat,
Unhooked my degrees, as I turn, meet
The chief fireman who grabs my arm,
My word girl, this a command, leave
This house at once! Please there’s just one
More thing I must find, I say yes, but cheat
And turn back towards where half of the
House has burnt down, I have one-minute left!
Go back to my bedroom through fearsome flames,
Still have the wet towel on my head,
Save my gold trinket bracelet from my 21st,
And with newfound strength, run to the street,
I only have my pajama top and panties on
But covered with minor burns, bruises and soot,
From head to foot!
Happy as I lark, I couldn’t care for the rest,
And I saved what I wanted,
Risking my life and trying my best!
THANK GOODNESS MY FAMILY WERE NOT IN THE HOUSE!
ENTERING POETRY CONTEST – SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE.
14/2/2019