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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
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.
Pirates were known for their notorious acts of
This or that.
I learned while traveling the seas
That they were A mean frat
With an endless rum vat
Which got them in to all kinds of troubles on their
Journeys.
Pirates were known for their notorious acts of
This or that
The worst one was a tit for a tat
On whoever was the appointee
In the government at the time got the full
Attention of the frat.
Usually it was some fat bureaucrat
Who was trying to do something on the QT.
Pirates were known for their notorious acts of
This or that
Yet, Once in a while they would slip up and expose
A government rat
Who got their large chest of bootie
Which the frat
Lost out on. Drat!
So much for being good time to sail
Off in to the sunset on to their next spree.
Pirates were known for their notorious acts of
This or that
They were a mean frat.
Judgement day is every day when you're trying to survive in a decent way. Clean up your life and move away, to a new playground for the kids to play. It's an Oreo cookie way of life, broader than black and white. Trying to break to the surface to see the light, but you keep getting suppressed.. it takes all your fight.
Drop out came a long way.. From counting stacks of 3 to a GED. On the outside mamma's so proud of me. But inside she's scared she don't want to see me take another fall, slip up and lose it all. X'ed up, punching holes in the wall. She's cautious for my life, she cries: "I wish you could see it through my eyes".
Accidentally got caught up in the game and chase again. Never had let go, the past was still holding onto my hand. Slowly takes over, but you keep it undercover. Keep it on the low, thinking nobody's going to know. But somehow I stayed on top of it. Only slinging and drugging on the weekends and ****. Got through my Friday and played on payday. Dedicated worker specialized in crazy.
Then one I day my end started to begin. I changed my life and I traded it in.. For a camouflage uniform that covered the scars on my skin. I ended up losing my freedom, tied down with conflicting feelings. Gun in my hand, I was told to defend, the pain and the hell that I had abandoned. The bad guy in trusted boots, ripped myself from my roots. I planted my self far from the town I was raised in.
Kind of felt like I was betraying there trust, leaving my love for a life that's lust.
But then again.. I finally felt filled inside, alive. Maybe there was a reason I looked at my past, and wanted to run and hide. No longer scraping dough to get high. Now I see it again, that pride. The sparkle in mamma's eye. And for the first time it ain't a tear from fear. Can't plan ahead a god damn year. Now she has hope instead of dread, from that knock on the door saying: "Your little girl's dead."
I opened my eyes and I stopped listening. Closed my ears to the phrases of hustlers. "Act classy, you're a lady" was all they could muster. How did they think ladies could survive in these streets? Double standards of life, a game you'll never beat.
I lived how I wanted, they said it was no place for a girl. But once I shared what I had, it became our world. I found the "I" in family, once the pain killers got a hold of me. They kill the pain but bring the misery.
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.
Written by Gail DeBole
on July 2, 2020
Updated on July 4, 2020
Yet another Coronavirus poem...
Songwriters are composing original tunes.
Poets are writing to cope with the gloom.
Masks on our faces.
Dread in our hearts.
Please don’t slip up and go back to the start.
Germaphobes can laugh and shake their heads.
Knowing all along they were right instead.
Egg on our faces.
Feet in our mouths.
Regretting every germ-joke ever allowed.
Politicians caring for hours on air.
News celebrities asking the questions that care.
CDC alerts that change by the day.
So much to do, and so much to say.
Subways and buses are so clean they squeak.
Tarmacs for airplanes are on a clean-streak.
Medical people checking fevers and such
You won’t pass through if your temp is too much.
The invisible monster wafts through the air.
It settles in victims and does not care
That it hurts humans. It’s really quite fair
Spreading drama equally and ignoring prayer.
People worry when they go to a store.
What will greet them as they walk in the door?
The whole world is worried.
The whole world is scared.
And those who are not are common-sense bare.
MYSTAKES
Mystakes…Misteaks…Mistakes
made everywhere by everyone;
13. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
3. A errror of sintax in computer coding
6. A falt in a car’s nackered engine
9. A discrepancy in a shop’s cash office readout
11. A problem with line memorisation as an actor perform onstage
8. A slip-up on a drunken night out
2. A inaccuracy of a burette measurement in a science exam
5. A mix-up of paytients in surgery operations
12. A long forgotten deadline for a university assignment
4. A blunder of five hundred doomed men charging into battle in the wrong direction
10. A miscalculation in clockwork chronometry
7. A lapse in concentration as a lunch order is given to the wrong customer in a cafe
14. A misjudgment of memory in what was wrote down
1. A oversight in gramma and speling in a poem
Mystakes made everywhere by
everyone but nobody learns from it.
"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
Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?
hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, push up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up
chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up
woke up, broke up, spoke up
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up
dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up
save up, gave up, head up, made up
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up
go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up
pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up
back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up
I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…
Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?
In a silent room, laying on my side watching time go by. I go to think about my full life.
How can you see me as ruthless? I have been nothing but framed of my dignity. I put others before myself. I’m not even beautiful.
Eyes see. No pun intended. Eyes observe.
Can I be free? Do I have a happy ending? Subconscious feels it all.. it hurts so bad. Never took a chance to consider, I am human. Mask is a sheath to protect my weakness.
One wrong move. One slip up. This will be my gunpoint. Do not cry, everything will be fine. As the day ends, my eyes see it all behind this smile of despair. You don’t care. This is just another “poem”.