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I'm on the road to the courthouse
I'm just trying to get a break
I've been told the house needs fixing
That the work I've done is late
I've tried to stay up with all the codes
Just one slip up and I am fined
I'm on the road to the courthouse
It seems I might be out of time
I used to live out in the country
The rules were few compared to these
A house there could be falling down
Without there being penalties
I soon will know just what he'll say
Will I be found then innocent
Or will it be the piper that I pay
It is the former that I pray
I'm on the road to the courthouse
The Antique store
Antiques she adored, a relic he was.
She had a special place for art.
Unfortunately it wasnt her heart.
I'm clinging on to the older things
the antiques of our time.
Sometimes they break or get lost.
I cannot replace them,
no one can replace them.
But I'd rather have an antique
than nothing at all.
At least I can say I enjoyed it at some point.
Teach me to make beautiful.
No beauty can I find.
Search me whole.
Tell only what thoughts appear to be mine.
First comings need an exit of least disgrace.
No one wants to be kept waiting.
For then their time might never come.
Trimmed antiques in dusty lace.
A whole world
Begging for
Change
Daring to dream
Endless altering realities
Figuring that the end
Generates a new start
Hinging on the application of
'I'
Just in terms of understanding
Knowledge of the self
Learning about the
Magic inside all of us
Nearing that
Ominous future
Persistent in the
Quest for a better tomorrow
Reach for it!
Stand up for it!
Teach the young to
Usher in their new era
Vestiges of ours gone
Without a second thought
Xenoliths of a different time
Yellowed antiques
Zealous youth to push aside our failures
When you don't need me,
you put me on a shelf
with your dusty trophies
you never really earned,
and antiques
you never took care of.
I'm up front, visible,
easy to reach
at your convenience.
But I know you would rather
take what you need from
your precious china cabinet.
Just know that when you fumble,
when you slip up,
and when you stumble,
your precious china will break.
But I will still be here.
I have gathered all time tellers,
grandfather clocks, alarm clocks, phones, watches -
to tell you that : I have all the time in the world for you.
It might not be the most sophisticated way
to say that I have an ear for listening and a heart for consolation,
but don't be too skeptical with my methods.
Forgive me, maybe, perhaps, if I can't be so bold and concise.
At least, now we've got all these antiques to talk about.
he is a lover of brokenness.
he likes antiques,
collecting little fragments of things.
he hates breaking them,
so he finds brokenness,
fixes it up a little,
takes a few pieces and leaves.
he's already taken a bit of me,
and unless I shatter again,
he'll leave forever.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
A poet's soul lay in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary.
A suffering soul lost in yesterday,
stumbled upon his somnolent path.
Enchanted eyes felt her nakedness
through barriers of her cryptic veil.
Echoing tremors of her broken soul
gently charmed his hardened heart.
Enraptured by her enchanted tears
he joined her capricious journey.
Her enigmatic elegance inspired his
zealous zealot pen to ooze musings
praising their charismatic camaraderie.
Drifting into the anomaly of her mind,
he became a victim of a Freudian slip.
Voices tormented her malinger mantra,
suffocating her into a maudlin malaise.
Reprehensible words led to bruised ego,
unjustifiable actions led to lonely silence.
An aroma that expired with her last petal.
A poet's soul lays in slumber,
his pen a distasteful adversary.
Silent One
Simple Musing
23 January 2018
Freudian slip
a slip-up that (according to Sigmund Freud) results from the operation of unconscious wishes or conflicts and can reveal unconscious processes in normal healthy individuals
Calmoruus calamity
Calm, in feather doona encumbered,
slept soundly.
Even the stars twinkled
in hushed, squelched, muted tones.
Silence reigned in solemnity, in peace.
All of a sudden
the deafening din
of cacophonic hard rock shrill
rattled the rafters,
jolted the sleepers
starkly to upright awake.
I ran into the living room
with hands covering my ears.
The wee little 'Nest' device,
throbbing there next to the
rumbling pulsing speakers
was hallucinating, tripping.
Its lights doing a late-night give.
The telly was flashing
bright disco light shows and tells.
I shouted to Siri with all my might
"Off, All OFF, Cancel, Reset, Exit, F-Off",
But all to no avail.
How could dear Siri,
nested there so snugly, hear me
above the infernal din?
I grabbed the remote but it too
was away with the pixies, pixelating.
with its LED's flashing, winking a beat in tune.
In desperation I dragged
the speaker's electrical cables
right outta the wall.
Ah! silence reigned again.
But then, then, then,
the neighbors lights all around lit up
like a Christmas tree on steroids.
The irate banging on doors began,
shouting and screaming.
"Turn it Off", "Turn it Off", "Stop"
The phone and all the mobiles
around the house rang.
The alarm went off.
The kids were screaming
We alone, all blown,
must atone, condone,
Siri's slip up.
You want to know who that guy is back there?
That’s Elton Briggs, and I have to say,
hot as you think that man may be,
you would be better off staying away.
You see I know all about that man,
he used to go out with my best friend Kris,
until they had a nasty break-up,
and we all learned that he was a fascist.
Elton will only date Christian girls now,
and you won’t believe the reason why,
it all began back in our sophomore year,
when everything seemed to be going fine…
See Elton and Kris were so much in love,
and I though that one day they would wed,
they finished each other’s sentences,
then would spend most of their free-time in bed.
Elton was going to be a lawyer,
Kris was working to learn how to teach,
always they were in each other’s arms,
it seemed the kind of love none could defeat.
But in their passion they had a slip-up,
and Kris looked upon those two little lines,
so she went out to take care of it,
since it had come at a very bad time.
And when she mentioned it four days later,
Elton erupted in a shouting scene,
they even called campus security,
you should’ve heard the way that mad-man screamed!
We thought Kris had found herself a winner,
but good lord did we all misread it,
he ranted and called her a “murderer,”
claimed that it also had been his kid.
Then raved that he should have talked to him,
as if he should have any say at all!
claimed the kid was,”Not part of your body,”
and that removing it,”wasn’t our call...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
So here i am again to speak of the day
How something worried me so much I lost sleep
You know when you have the urge to text someone you like you think you slip up with one false thing
You worry all day as well
Well it was proven today if your honest
To the point that it was not meant as it was stated
It could change your whole perspective
You come to a conclusion a clear thought
So I say when your in that doubt where you think you are weak speak up say exactly what is on your mind because in the end you will gain that person's respect and that is the best way to open the door and step right into to their vibe. Trust me if that vibe is where you want to be grab on to it
Because it literally changed my whole day and can change yours as well
Stimulate this for change
Walk the straight and narrow
Watch your steps along the way
What seems so simple is really truly hard
It's a tight rope of hope
Everything hangs in the balance
One slip up one trip away to an end
Condescending it may be
But who in their right mind wants to change
So predictable so perfectly insane
Sanity looks down here comes that fear
Here comes those thoughts
Why don't I just jump it's not technically a fall
But a most sudden end to an unpredictable life
How does change become the demon
When it haunts your thoughts twist them around
Change becomes an enemy with no equalvalte
It's the actions to avoid
It's the easy solution
Running away seems so effective
But what if I told you it's a freedom
It's a rewrite in the course of your history
Your existence doesn't account for it
It's propaganda to so many
To embark in change to carry on it's not so simple characteristics gives you a power a jolt to the madan
It's accomplishment it's belonging it's comfort in your own skin
Who doesn't want that?
It's not a clear path it's not mapped out for you it's not a birth rite
It's a matter of clarity and peace being able to seek it
Exchange it cultivate it creates excitement lavishes in self acceptance
Change is not a monster
It should not be feared
It should be embrace because with change comes happiness
And that in itself is worth every mistake made .
Young ladies don’t cast your pearls before swine,
For their motives have many warning signs,
Cherish your beauty in everyway,
My darling sisters think twice before your so quick to lay,
Don’t become another statistic,
Remember your body is purely artistic,
Don’t sell your soul to a ravenous fool,
This is not just a promise, it is a lifelong tool,
Young princess, that’s who you really are,
Spare yourselves the unnecessary scars,
For out of the heart comes lies and deceit,
While you’re looking for love,
They are looking for fresh flesh to eat,
My angels, guard your treasure above all,
For at any moment you may slip up and fall,
Charm is deceptive and kisses from an enemy come with a price,
Don’t allow a void inside to become a blinded vice,
My darlings, saver your purity and youth,
Someday the right one will come to you with respect and truth,
Just be patient, and love yourself first,
Look above if you question your worth,
For a rose so beautiful and rare,
Has no idea what heaven has prepared.
By: Sabina Nicole
7/3/22
Still mulling
Soon to be culling
Something always pulling
The same can be said for lulling
As well as constant gulling
With little if any way of nulling
From neglect sharpened objects began dulling
In a cage, behind a fence or unleashed
Still a bunch of sheep
One creep sunk teeth
Now the victim's family must weep
Rarely getting much sleep
It's been years not just some week
Does little good to just cheat
The answers run deep
But they do not come cheap
What was once bleak
Turned into treasure instead of a junk heap
Truth be told, it takes a lot of upkeep
Wow man
It's really gotten out of hand
Nearly everything is now a scam
Done through a screen and with a mousepad
How sad
Many in power still corrupted walking around like a proud man
For a long time, I was down bad
Took a tougher stance
Then I discovered that
It's a continual puppet dance
All these s get rich off other's backs
Slip up you'll go under fast
Not getting another chance
As they attempt to cover tracks
In comes a younger cat
Occasionally got to where need be by way of hovercraft
"Snow ??"
(Verse 1)
It comes down as a flurry
Then it comes as sleet and snow
It's a beautiful image for sho
It shows you the steps and the procedure
To turn liquids into solids
Somewhere you have to apply your knowledge
What happens when the snow melts
And you left with the ice
You have to be precatious
You have to sacrifice
So you want slip up
And fall
But if you do
Get back up and stand tall
(Chorus)
The snow comes down
It looks so peaceful
Is it safe and sound
The snow is a winters storm
Just know it won't cost you harm
(,Verse 2)
Put on your gear
Your shirt your pants
You sock your shoes
Maybe some boots
Don't forget the hat
Can't go outside without that
You have to be fully clothed
Let this weather
Know you're in control
You go out there and build
Snow man, Snow Angel
Snow tracks
Have fun doing it
Don't lack
Don't be sad , because of the storm
This will pass over won't mean you no harm
(Chorus)
The snow comes down
It looks so peaceful
Is it safe and sound
The snow is a winters storm
Just know it won't cost you harm
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
01/16/2022