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I contemplated, trying desperately to recall,
when I'd changed and my humility took a fall.
Wondering how I managed to be so greedy
instead of thinking of the poor and the needy.
I was ashamed of the person I had become.
To fellow men I had grown blind and numb
then became a caring giver instead of a grabber.
I commend others, no longer a back stabber.
In my imperfections I was tempted by lust
and because of this weakness, I lost the trust
of those I once held in the highest esteem.
Love and lust are opposites in the extreme.
They're Ying and Yang with connected forces.
Through each of us such contradiction courses.
When love is true there's no need for carnality.
Lustfulness after marriage is immoral mentality.
I pondered past relationships about control.
That's a grievous word that I cannot condole.
There is no honor in domination. Nothing good.
It's disrespectful and as wrong as a falsehood.
Better to have equal balance without surrender,
in which no one has to be the callous offender.
Avoiding conflicts is sometimes difficult to do
when 'turn the other cheek' policy is not for you.
A metaphoric slap in the face is an abusive deed,
but cursing and fighting won't rid you of the need
to feel you've gotten even by venting your rage.
There's no rule to embrace but it may assuage
the craving for vengeance and suspend the fight,
leaving darkness behind as you seek the light.
I've denounced the demon, the father of the lie,
the one whose wicked ways I shall never comply.
He'll goad you to sin and when you're trapped,
your faith will be shaken until it's been zapped.
Truth is the enemy of Satan, but understand...
It's weaponry to deny him. Wear it as an armband.
With reflection, I would urge the need for unity
across the entire globe, as a worldwide community.
"Impossible," some cry. "There's war on each frontier!"
Sorrowfully, it's been death and doom year after year.
It's due to the avarice of men who exceed their need.
Now, I've gone full circle because I first wrote of greed.
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"Tell Romeo i love him and goodbye "
The words echo in my mind like a haunting whisper
A lingering shadow that refuses to fade
Questions makrs landed upon me,
Crushing my mind like chewed gum,sticky and suffocating
The weight of her words,a burden i cannot bear,
A boulder that presses upon my chest
In her voice ,
A hint of desperation,
A cry for help that went unheaded,
A plea that fell on deaf ears,
A farewell that seemed like a joke,a taunt,a slap in the face,
But was really a scream in the darkness.
I thought she was just being dramatic,
That she was just seeking attention
But now i realize she was begging for someone to listen
To see beyond the mask she wore
But not I'm left with the what-ifd,the if-onlys ,why-didn't-is,
The guilt of not sèeing the signs,
Of not being there for her when she needed me the most,
Of not holding her close enough,
Of not loving her enough,
The anguish of knowing that her last words were a plea
A scream,a final goodbye, a door slamming,
Shut that can never be reopened
"Tell Romeo i love him and goodbye "
The words that haunt me,
A reminder of what i didn't do
Of whatbi couldn't see,
Of what I'll never get to say,
A reminder that sometimes,
Goodbyes are forever,
That sometimes, love isn't enough,
That sometimes we lose those we love,
Because we didn't know
How to hold on tight enough.
Mothers seem to get all the press
Dads seem to be forgotten
I know some of them are not much good
But I still think that’s a bit rotten.
Mothers can be bad as well
It won’t come as a surprise,
But remember if it wasn’t for your dad,
You wouldn’t be here to criticise.
Dads are good and they work hard
The money to bring in
Some bring up the children nowadays
As mums go to work and pitch in.
My dad is gone a long time now
I still miss his advice on living
He was a pain sometimes as well
But I can still forgive him.
He would love the new technology
The mobile phones and laptops
His Sinclair computer was magical then
He’s never heard of I pods.
Children rule the world today
And I really don’t think that’s good.
Look at all the mess they make
And I really don’t think they should.
A child today cannot be wrong
“Its parents faults” it’s that old song.
“It’s the way you bought them up
You shouldn’t be in that neighbourhood.”
But the child that rules this country place,
Could do with a good slap in the face.
His name gives clue it's Cameron
Because it rhymes with A moron.
Dads are great, and equal, they just don’t wear the dress
Let’s give all the dad’s out there, a much better press.
Dads should have equality in these new modern times
But we girls know what dads really want
We can read between the lines!!
Dear Depressed Girlfriend, you are not confused,
It’s just that common sense is something you’ve never used.
You call him your boyfriend; he probably calls you a stalker
Do you ever shut up and listen, or are you simply a talker?
The agony you are in is all self-inflicted.
Do you have any self-respect left or has it been evicted?
A third child from a third sire is the thing you need least,
Get control of yourself and your man-eating beast!
You have written me a letter full of sad misery,
But don’t expect me to wallow within your agony;
For girl, what you need is a good slap in the face;
Your self-loathing crying is an embarrassing disgrace.
Put down that phone and stop calling this man,
He’s trying to avoid you the best that he can.
Before you consider living again with another,
I suggest you first focus on being a good mother.
Your bed has been made; now sleep in it alone.
His sister instead should have taken YOUR phone.
The best way to put your agonizing to bed
Is to change around what you think inside your dumb head!
SEEING FROM THE OTHER SIDE
For years, one has entertained the notion
That nations and cultures can always mix
There are customs and appearances, true
Some might close their eyes, as many do
Also their ears, as language can play tricks
Races no longer separated by any ocean
Yet integration recalibrates one’s identity
More for others to feel safe and sound
Yet difference is surely to be celebrated
Whether or not all verbs are conjugated
But gentle friction is healthy when around
Seeing people as they are and want to be
Step by step, perhaps talk over the fence
But all be aware, there’s no time to sleep
The pace at which such acceptance grows
It takes many decades, as one who knows
National cultural norms are buried deep
There is no gain in perpetuating ignorance
Learning and adjustment aren’t just words
It needs the occasional slap in the face
To recognise what passes for normality
But on further thought, is quite arbitrary
Turning away disinterested, is a disgrace
Embrace the new, mix whey with curds
I got this feeling,
I can't seem to shake.
Hope I didn't scare you,
My mistake.
I keep believing, to once
Again, see your face.
I know everyone thinks
I'm just a nut case.
This is real to me,
It still feels new.
I can't seem to get
Over, missing you.
Sometimes I wonder why
You don't call.
Then reality seeps in
And I remember it all.
With you gone the world
Such an ugly place.
Betrayal, lies the games,
A slap in the face.
No more sun, my world
A constant rain.
Ticket in hand, A seat
On the crazy train.
You never gave me
The chance to blink.
The look in your eyes
As you watched me sink.
I can't believe our love
Slipped from my hand.
I cannot comprehend
What I don't understand.
I'm a lost cause,
I want to escape.
Darkness surrounds me
In its invisible cape.
I'm spiraling down,
In a nose dive.
No way out,
I'm buried alive.
It is more than a tragedy,
Well, I think so.
A love gone south,
The old status quo.
Turbo1904?
What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!
(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)
It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie) I see.
With a bland, enough face?
or is there the hint of a trace?
Could there be in its origin, a.. motive? or motion
created to infiltrate a nations notion?
A.. (sort of sufferance)
involved with its utterance!
So (abused & misused) is the category
I must zero in all my batteries,
Now I am clearing my decks,
here I go, what the heck!
For I have admiration for a Francophile
would converse with a Russophile
I so enjoy your work Faberge
and appreciate the charm of the Gallic sway
But for me there is no third way!
(now) without any doubt I am coming about
And stoking all my fires
for full ahead’s my desire.
On the literary beach
I see a very (rotten peach)!
And it was ‘hidden’ in full view
Hmm.. let’s see what some firepower can do
For the doting parents who pray
keep our kids safe today.
Hardworking moms & dads who care,
find time that is to spare
From extra help with early reading
to painting nursery room ceilings
Some working 14-hour days
it makes me angry I say.
Aunts & uncles, grandparent, teachers
of calm nature and reason
With motives pure and in step
with life’s seasons
And the name of the paedophile should by rights be theirs,
its been hijacked, does anyone care?
It’s too good a description, just not the depiction
to be bandied about, LISTEN
AS I SHOUT WITH TRUE INDIGNATION
CHANGE THIS DECEPTION OF NATIONS
© Joe Maverick 25-04-2011
Rivers
Rivers of tears, flowing from fears,
beginning to dry, it has become harder to cry,
knowing, accepting, no more rejecting ?,
the loss of – what for years was a sin’
- that being the world I lived in. -
It all now seems to be over
even those beautiful moments, in Port Dover,
I will remember, look back, breath deep and sigh,
realizing – in the game – not to love, not to fly.
There was you - no we - and I accept, you win.
I will live with the pain that sears my heart from within.
My soul, my spirit steers a new coarse
with hopes of finding a new source
that will guide me though this light so dim,
beyond it’s harsh grip, beyond it’s wide rim.
I am tripping, faltering upon the path, home-
ward-bound – no longer the desire to roam
upon turbulent oceans, rolling seas, shores lined in foam
as their waves, wash over my shore line dome
presiding over this body - lying on the shore –
that may never rise again, may walk, never more
with the beauty, with the beautiful, for
she is not, nor would be – mine
to savor, to hold, on this plane, in this time.
For all time, I wanted feel her deeply.
I wanted to experience her, know her completely.
The Lady, was always on the run.
Chasing her was always a bit of fun.
Now I believe, with me, she is done.
I often think of the stories we could have written,
if only, like me, she was smitten.
If only, like me, by the love bug, she had been bitten.
Within my heart, an inferno was a burning !
Within her heart, not a spark of yearning
and now, an end – no more pages to be a turning.
There is this possibility, all this is in my imagination
and for her, all my thought are but an aggravation.
She may be coming at me from a totally different place
making every thing I have written – a slap in the face !
Will I ever know ?, what is behind the games she plays,
as far away from me as she seems to be, and as she stays
so far from my reach, so far from my touch.
No more !, for me it has been far to much !
B. J. “A” 2
January 23rd 2009
You put your hands on me and I was broken
Your harsh words brought tears as they were spoken
Your anger grew and I felt out of place
I needed my freedom so I found a quiet place
A new situation a fresh bright start
But the slap in the face tore a hole in my heart
Trust was torn from the book of my love
Our destiny collapsed when you gave me a shove
But I do not fear the future for I am forever strong
If you want forgiveness you’ll have to be sorry then come along
The sting of depression still haunts my soul
So if you want my love back you must pay the toll
Just give me a piece of the dream that once was
Don’t think of a reason just do it because
For what we once had still is there inside
Lets have fate begin again with arms open wide
Headed for home on a greyhound bus
With four years of freedom behind me
Back to the homestead where my father ruled
Trepidation for what I know will be
Rules I never followed before I went away
Curfews lay broken at the door
Constant yelling and degrading remarks he made
Nicknamed stupid, lazy and whore
The bus pulls to the station where I’ll hop a train
My eyes tear as I gather up my bags
Through the turnstile to the ladies room in time
I’m crying as I light up a ***
I take a nip out and drink it down fast
I think there must be some other place
The situations desperate-, me returning home
It’s gonna be a slap in the face
A second nip I took just to help me think
If he would give me $200 that would work
I would leave his home just like that
And a cheap car so I could get to work
Remember daddy how I always drove you insane
Trust me I haven’t at all changed
I like to stay out late and sleep all day
That will make him come unhinged
I caught the train home relieved I wasn’t going to stay
In two weeks time he lost his mind
I made my proposal to him the following day
Mother said he went off for a car to find
As I drove away with money in hand
And driving my old beat up car
I hollered out the window “I love you”
And whispered “only from afar”