Long Slip of the tongue Poems
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*Image of Sundial Lawn Landscape by Pixabay.
What is a sundial in the shade?
"What is a sundial in the shade?"
use your gifts and be not afraid,
let your light so shine before men,
and share to all your waking ken,
all simple minds can see the hill,
yet, few whose beacon shines their skill,
ignorance ain't so much a shame,
to be well-learned you should proclaim,
the skilled will test the watery deep,
knowing fully ne'er use both feet,
slip of the foot you'll recover,
slip of the tongue you'll ne'er get o'er,
no one should be their own teacher,
lest a fool will be their master,
an old adage; with age comes wisdom,
although, age comes alone for some.
2021 September 23
*4th Place*
Motto Matters
~~Natasha L Scragg: Judged 2021 September 30
The Builder
If it does not bite you at the end of each breath,
Then I will start again and again
And I will rewrite it, all over again.
Do it all again; pretend we are friends.
I never claimed to believe in anything ‘real’.
These lips are sealed to forever lovers.
I wish I had never gone undercover.
In my happy disguise, I find truth within eyes.
I fixate on the page, the place, the way
And someday I will find a place where I can truly say,
‘I love you’, and mean it;
But this is neither the time, nor the day.
I have dagger eyes upon me.
Always waiting for a new surprise.
They are hoping for a slip of the tongue;
Waiting for me to mention drugs,
Waiting with the desert dogs,
But I have nothing more to say,
About what I have, or have not done.
You pick your truth as I live in peace,
With decisions I have made.
I made no choice, for I have no choice.
Some might say I lead the way;
Some might say,
All things are already set in stone.
Rock steady is the path I walk along.
Destiny is self-assured,
For I have never found a cure,
To all the hurt in my own world,
So I will never reach a day,
Where I no longer need to build.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
When someone says, “You look FLABulous”!
Is it just a slip of the tongue
Or are they secretly trying to let you know
You're not trim like when you were young!
Words can be cruel and hurtful at times
Specially if they're close to the truth
Sometimes they can hurt you really badly
You get into the gin and vermouth!
There's a worldwide scourge, it's called obesity
It's more serious than it's ever been
On average about sixty percent of us guys
Can be considered anything but lean!
It's a scourge that afflicting all of mankind
In this world of instant things
Microwave meals at everyone's fingertips
You're eating at the sound of the ding!
So when someone says, “You look FLABulous”!
It's a warning your life is in danger
Get on that bike or run a few miles
Take this advice from this FLABulous stranger!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Sticks and stones may break the bones
But words can break the soul
Words stick to the mind like super glue
Replay over and over
Jumping over hurdles to get over
Imprinting the narrative
Creating self limiting blue prints
For we are our own beliefs
Sticks and stones will always be thrown
But words leave wholes the will never heal
They steal the places in the head
Where the mind is mislead
Casting aside logic
Like using black magic
Spell bound to the words that was said
Cutting deep deep inside the head
Sticks and stones may break the bones
But words can break the soul
Simple slip of the tongue
Cut throat to cut deep
Irrational words to speak
Casting aside your true beliefs
Becareful with the word's you speak
It can cause someone's soul to get buried deep
Simply by the words we choose to speak
The day my brother took what wasn’t his
Turned into a little quiz
Ten pounds out of mothers purse
Turned into a curse
Immediately I was the suspect
As he was treated as he was perfect
It was impossible for me
I was locked in a room not free
Logic to them made no sense
The first line of questioning was intense
A fist followed by an ear pull
To see if I was full of bull
He always was the golden boy
All he needed was a lie and a decoy
Instantly I was the villain
And that was the decision
As the belt comes out
Nothing was in doubt
Slap across my back
In this frenzied attack
How dare I show disrespect
Not realising it was the wrong suspect
This set me up for all the suspicion
And gave him free permission
Not a hint of guilt across his smug face
As he knew I was the disgrace
Until a slip of the tongue
Left the air hung
I was ordered to my bare room
In what felt like a tomb
Click as the door locked behind
No apology just confined
My skin stung and tingled
Swindled and bungles
No guilt no shame
From those who should protect my name
Ear to the floor hushed whispers
From the corner of the floor, voices crisp
A gentle chat, not one raised voice or hand
No punishment or demand
He was sent on his way
With ten pounds to play
The suspicion followed me forever
Nobody cared about their endeavour
Shameful glances followed me for years
Lies and whispers told to my peers
As the truth was more damaging to their image
Consequences were not something they envisaged
When someone says, “You look flabulous”!
Is it just a slip of the tongue
Or are they trying to let you know
You're not trim like when you were young!
Words can be cruel and hurtful at times
Specially if they're close to the truth
Sometimes they can hurt you so badly
You get into the gin and vermouth!
This worldwide scourge of obesity
Is as serious as it's ever been
On average about sixty percent of us
Can be considered anything but lean!
It's a scourge that afflicting all mankind
In this world of instant things
Microwave meals at your fingertips
You're eating at the sound of the ding!
So when someone says, “You look flabulous”!
It's a warning your life is in danger
Get on that bike or run a few miles
Take this advice from this flabulous stranger!
Hope's a lady, a wish, and a prayer,
offering endless possibilities.
She's dressed in hand-me-downs, frail and threadbare,
spun from fears and responsibilities.
She visits the hearts of both old and young,
often appearing as a last resort.
And She has been dubbed a slip of the tongue,
an Angel, and a fantasy escort.
She's stubborn and not known to disappear,
although sometimes She may dwindle away.
And yet, if summoned, She will reappear
when life's calamities come into play.
A granter of wishes, She sets the stage
with anticipation, magic, and trust.
And in the book of life, She turns each page:
She's hung around since we were formed from dust.