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Hey what did I miss?
Do I owe you something,
that every time I make a move in life you react?
Do I owe you success?
That every time I drown, making bad decisions
You recognize,
Judging like an expert.
Does it hurt to mind your own business?
To make absoluteness in your own garden?
And Show us how magical your opinions can be,
Unfortunately, I am not even really bothered in what you do
Course I am too focused on what I do.
Few Opportunities I blew,
And I am not afraid to start off building by a canoe
In my life patience is virtue, and that is one of my principles.
I am not running a race, nor am I in competition,
I am passionate, even risk I don't mind taking
And with assurance I am gonna top up my life with a barbeque.
I dont really care what you think of me,
Please do the same,
I am trying to live my life.
Please stay back from following me around, you are not my shade.
Please stay back, I am not getting married, I dont need a brides-maid
And I am not your lake so please stop showing up like you are a mermaid.
I am saying this and it does not mean I am afraid of you
It’s just all irritating.
Let me downgrade,
Of course that would be so unfortunate.
And Let me loose concentration,
Of course that might seem out of fashion.
You are not sorry, so no need to pretend.
Cut the act,
Course I know it is what you wanted to celebrate in a decade.
Maybe it got delayed.
And maybe I overplayed, but that is still not your concern.
Hey, Im trying to live,
I am trying to live my life the best way I know how.
I fall, I brake, I rise, I succeed, I loose, I fail, make bad decisions, overstay in my struggles?
That should not matter.
Please give me a breath,
I am just trying to live
And In advance I forgive you
Just please! stop being pain in the ass, I want relief,
I don’t wanna be aggressive
You are so destructive, please Just exit.
Exit from my bussiness,
The show is full, I don’t need a guest speaker.
You are too lost in my space please go find yourself somewhere else,
And Stop being a gossiper, you will grow weaker.
Stay focused in your own lane, and use your brain,
And Stop peeping through my book, write your own.
Live your life,
I am also trying to live my own the best way I know how.
I am trying to live,
I am trying to live my life, in peace The best way I know how.
I wander through my journey, interspersed with joy and pain, always grateful
Though not by choice, some days are somber; yet others follow with abundant joy
In my solitude, memories come alive with the recall of some old song from another time
When life was carefree in everyway! No worries and not one care!
First heard as a child; the title now lost to me, so I’ll call it "Mama’s Song"
It’d start off soft and slow; its rhythm smooth, graceful, incredibly beautiful!
Then lingering on my mind, gently reviving memories lost somewhere in yesterday
It’d calm my spirit, take me away- away from countless, mundane tasks
All necessary things, but they arrest my days, imposing, threatening, vying for attention
There’s a constant battle that rages within, and I often ask, “Should I lay down this burden
of joyless pursuits which hinder valid expressions from my heart? Should I?
And to what profit? Surely monetary gain is a necessity, but at what cost to my spirit??
Were I guardian only to myself, I’d simply choose to live lean somewhere by the sea
I would cast my net for food, and barter for grain and herbs. However, the compass is set
So, I escape in the melodies, with my eyes closed, and fly high, above this terrain
Sailing on the massive wings of a Condor, unafraid; over rugged pathways and
Jagged edges of mountains that rise above the seas, far away from this place of constant
weariness, on my way to a place more tranquil, somewhere in yesterday
I hover over rivers that give life to green valleys below, quite an amazing view to see!
Like black velvet ribbons they meander through the changing landscape
At an angle they shimmer like fine crystal in the afternoon sun, and in one breath,
I am there! At Mama’s feet, studying her as she sews dresses for my sisters and me
I watch, I listen to her, softly singing; feel her contentment and peace through the song
Never complaining, never too tired to go beyond the call, to love and care for family
Teaching by example, using less words, her quiet spirit, ever steadfast, strong
Those times when I feel I can not go on, when afraid I'll falter, I still hear the the melody
and "Mama's Song"!
Note: For Mama - Thank you for putting us first! For the many lessons learned which we nowteach our children. RIP w/Papa!!
I don’t start off thinking it’s a priority to insult
so if you end up offended it’s probably your fault
opinions can be devisive
one will speak and another won’t like it
offensive views are realised
Someone’s mental state is in a crisis
Start throwing sticks and stones
Hire a wolf to blow down homes
Easily offended and always prone
vacated adults who like to moan
We live in a world of victim mentality
grouped together in a cause for humanity
those historical tales filled with the brutality
though not our experience or actuality
as a white man I’m supposed to have it easy
the call for equality means no one sees me
because I cannot call on some ancient history
when I had the advantage in a previous century
A single man isn’t given a house to live in
that the same man with children would be given
raising kids on benefits who don’t make a living
and yet no one cares if single men are driven
When girls become pregnant they are given homes
A gifted blessing though the father’s unknown
while these single men must survive on their own
and they say equality favours the man alone
Men disagree and the situation turns physical
women disagree and spread tales that ridicule
so what if men and women are disagreeable
advantage to the female practiced at cynical
Because men don’t play mind games with men
it’s just too much effort to ever waste on them
whereas women play these games over again
the opposite gender that males can’t threaten
so LGBT and women are historically lesser
and we must respect Black Lives Matter
in a white mans world white men are better
though at a disadvantage if they ain’t clever
In todays world the cause gets prioritised
at the piles base every white man alive
the message we bully and must step aside
making up for history before we were alive
And yet we are not victims and are not offended
I guess my grandfather lived a life most splendid
and my generation are now expected to mend it
in a white mans world that must be defended
Don’t ever forget just who built this city
with the sections of it now demanding pity
who have equal rights and the same opportunities
you should reap the rewards not focus on scrutiny
Bring Peace to Whole World
Introduction.
This is Jim Horn who loves writing poetry and posting it
on Poetry Soup. I also hate typing. It is now 0500 in the
morning and I am just starting to prepare my latest poem.
Just started my Hawaiian Blend cup of coffee and am
drinking it. Laptop is in my lap and notebook with my
poems in it is on left side of me. I am reading what I
wrote down and posting it to Poetry Soup right now.
I always write down my poems in my notebook first.
My fingers seem to naturally flow onto the peace of
paper. Typing it up on computer is one of my dislikeable
points and even despicable as a cartoon character said.
This poem to me is the best that I have ever written. It
explains exactly how I would like my poem treated and
properly respected. I am the first to have broken Haiku
not Hiaku rules by rhyming some of the lines. To me,
this is a modernized version of haiku. Oh, and one other
thing. The website address should be at the bottom of each
poem so it can be located. Here is an example that was just
sent to me: www.poetrysoup.com/poem/quiet_of_the_night_696787
Lastly but not leastly, I feel that every poem should start off with an
introduction. Now on with the show and my poem. Jim Horn
Sun soon arose and later started to set
Then I would write one best ever and yet
That a poet has been written before
Will love everyone and thoroughly adore.
So great my poem always will be to me
Deep as an ocean wide like some sea
And tall mountain majestic and mighty
To be taken seriously and not lightly.
When further and further into poem explore
You will always appreciate it more and more
And somewhat later much to my very surprise
Poem would win a Nobel and Pulitzer Prize.
Prize by my President to me was presented
And to read it before Congress I consented
Poem is attached to wall in an archive
Forever and ever there it will survive.
God who I praise and because of Him
My each poem is in a book all of them
So you can now read and start to sing
Peace to whole world thy all will bring.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
All comments and criticisms are gladly welcomed.
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/bring_peace_to_whole_world_697785
I want to tell a funny story,
About this certain candle I had bought.
“We’ll have a romantic night in”
This is the first thing I thought.
Now this candle had its own jar,
One of those ones with 3 wick burners,
A statement decor piece, they say
A real mood turner.
I put the kids to bed
And set up the room just right,
I lit this big ass candle
And turned off all the lights.
The candle smelt amazing,
The room was all a glow,
I said we’ll do soft and sensual,
You know, we’ll start off slow…
But things sped up, and I kept saying
“shhh or you’ll wake the kids…”
The mood was very romantic and
I was thinking “I could used to this…”
Things were getting heated,
And the bed was starting to shake,
Unbeknown to us - the candle
would crash down like an earthquake.
Then suddenly the room went dark
and we couldn’t work out why…
For this big ass candle had other plans
- like learning to fly!!
In the heat of the moment,
We forgot the candle on the bed,
Within a split second it fell off
And smacked poor hubby in the head.
It landed on his naked chest,
Covering him in hot wax from head to toe,
Turning his red beard white and
burning his chest hair, face and nose.
He let out a scream of pain
He thought he had been discreet -
He woke all the kids up
And half the bloody street!
He leapt out of bed in a mad rush,
And slid across the wax covered floor,
He was trying to wipe his eyes so he
could find the handle on the bloody door.
I flicked the light on and seen
that the wax had started to set,
For he couldn’t move or speak
This will be a night we’ll never forget.
The bed looked like a crime scene,
For the wax had stuck like glue,
There he was standing butt naked
Looking like one of those wax statues.
We couldn’t get the wax off,
We had to throw out the sheets.
Alright candle - you win that round.
We’ll just have to admit defeat.
When I said things were getting hot,
This is not what I had in mind.
Pretty sure he got 3rd degree burns
and is now partially blind.
That’s the story of our hot date,
Something we could’ve never planned,
One thing is for certain though,
All the ing candles have been banned!
THE PURPLE BRUSISES ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT LONGER THE PUNCH ITSELF THE TRAUMA OF THE BLOWS DOESN'T MATTER WHERE THE IMPACT THE PURPLE ONES HURT LONGER PERHAPS THIS IS WHY PURPLE WAS CHOSEN THE NATIONAL COLOR OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS I SURVIVED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND YES IT STINGS JUST LITTLE MORE ESPECIALLY THE SIDE BACK HAND ALWAYS OFF GUARD NO MATTER HOW TRAUMATIZED OR CAUTIOUS I WAS HE MANAGED TO LAND JUST ABOVE THE EYEBROW LANDING ON MY BROW NOT ONLY DID I HAVE A BLACK EYE A PAINFUL KNOT OVER MY EYE I JUST COULDN'T EXPLAIN AWAY EVERY PUNCH MADE MY LIPS TEMBLINGS LIKE I WAS FREEZING TO DEATH SHAKING STUND HE WAS CLIMB TREES OUTSIDE THE HOUSE DRESSED IN FULL FATIGUE BLACK TURTLENECK WATCHING ME LIKE I AM SPECIAL OPT GO INTO GROCERY STORE WHEN I WALK PASS ALL OF HIS WEIGHT WOULD KNOCK ME TO THE GROUND DAZED FRAIL 120 POUNDS I COULDN'T MORE MY JEANS TORN RIPPED BLOOD ON MY KNEES MY LIP TREMBLING HE ALSO ENJOYED HITTING ME BEHIND MY HEAD ONLY BECAUSE THERE WAS NO ROOM FOR NEW BRUISES HE SELECTED RIGHT ABOVE THE BRAIN STEM VERY EFFECTIVE WHEN COPS ARRIVED HE'D STAND THERE SAYING I DON'T SEE ANY BRUISES IT WAS FROM HIS ARMY DAYS BOXING IN A BERLIN PRISON HE WAS SO PROUD OF THIS TECHNIC MY HEAD SPINNING DAZED NO BRUISES ON THE BRAIN STEM WELL NOT WITH JUST THE NAKED EYE TORTURE SQUEEZING MY FINGERS ANKLES PRESSURE POINTS PARALYZING TO SAY THE LEASET TIMES WERE DIFFERENT MEN WERE THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE HOLD WOMEN WERE EQUIVALENT TO THE CHILDREN NOT HER HUSBAND DIDN'T MATTER IF SHE ATTENDED CLASSES HELD DOWN A JOB WOMEN WERE PROPERTY I SURVIVED THAT ORDEAL ONLY TO FIND HIS COPY CAT ABUSER EVEN WORSE HE WAITED UNTIL MY SEVERE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY TO STRIKE HOW COULD I MISS THE SIGNS THAT STILL HAUNTS ME TODAY HE TARGETED THE ENTIRE FAMILY EVEN MY PETS PURPLE RIBBONS HUNG DURING OCTOBER THE MEMORIES OF BEING ABUSED LINGERS THE BRUSISES START OFF RED WATCHING THE BRUISE CHANGE COLORS RED BLACK AND BLUE PURPLE ALLOWS YOU TO SEE THE INSIDE OF THE WOUND YOU CRY A BIT SILENTLY WAITING FOR THE COLOR PURPLE TO DISSOLVE BACK INTO YOUR HEART REACHING OUT TO THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY SAVED MY LIFE GAVE ME HOPE AS THOSE PURPLE BRUSISES BEGAN TO HEAL SO DID I GOD BLESS THE SPRING OF TAMPA BAY
One would think we would come to a place
Where we can bow out of life's hectic race
Find that one spot where we have our own space
But as I make my way I find this isn't the case
We are taught to always do our best
To look at life as if it was some kind of test
But some of us are just thrown into the mix
We start off with challenges and problems to fix
But I never look at it as if my life has been hindered
I handle it all by keeping a few things remembered
That nothing special in life has been promised to me
And by accepting that whatever will be will be
Though my hurdles in life seem to be an endless list
I seem to be blessed with some special gifts
One being the inner strength that i have in my soul
To never be one to let life take its toll
I will take on most anything and with that being said
I am not one to have anything looming over my head
By protecting myself I was protecting my mother
She needed protecting after losing my sister and brother
But this was something not natural to me
I'm more of one to kick down the door if there isn't a key
Now that she's gone that obligation now done
She was able to pass on having one healthy son
I am one of many, though not all may agree
But most will say "eventually it will happen to me"
Now comes my time to set my soul free
And to take on this monster they call HIV
I won't say there's no fear of course I have some
But I don't want anybody thinking what has he done
To let this define me and to some it might
I don't really care who thinks that I'm wrong or I'm right
With support or alone on the darkest of night
It was time to stop running and to stand up and fight
The endless testing and fear of receiving a positive test
In some ways it feels good to have that part put to rest
I've always battled for others with an iron fist
But now my fight goes to the front of the list
So to all, some still here and some in the here after
I want the air filled with smiles and with laughter
My plead is no pity or tears to be shed
I want only positive thoughts in everyone's head
To all that I love this is what I ask you to do
Simply love me the way I love you
I moved into Rochdale in 1964
My Grandparents and I moved in together
We will not be discussing our ages
Just Rochdale and its amazes
History with a continued stride
As a start off, I who can forget the ROCHDALE MOVIE THEATER
On any given Saturday, it would be a sit down and watch movie flicks
James Bond 007 and Ten Little Indians and then there was one
Action and Thrillers
Those two were my highlights
Speaking of aroma and enchanted senses
PETER PAN BAKERY
Fresh breads, Pastries and assorted cakes
Test of the sweet tooth
My ultimate being the STRAWBERRY SHORT CAKE
Also on any Saturday morning, my Grand Mother would have orders delivered of Seltzer and Soda back then
Regarding water, dazzling colorful water fountain close to Niagara Falls that it’s going to get
Beauty and Mist
At every 7:00 pm hour, the entire sky lights up Rochdale at the end of the evening with colorful eventful lights bringing together all neighbors. Hello Neighbor of our community
That is what you call unity back then
My favorite restaurant was from the past was KING KAROL
What can be said was the Big Box of Popcorn
That’s not all, it the Mash Potatoes, Vegetables and Grilled Sirloin Steak
Never left the Ponderosa
Thanks to my Grand Father in the treat
Rochdale Newspaper, yours truly was featured with a photo of me and a white girl riding our bicycles across splashing through a puddle with the caption stating, “THE NEED FOR BIKE PATHS”
Calling Maintenance
Like flash at your door before you can hang up
All prior years in the newness then
At the Big Mall, you had KREUSS and a Men’s Clothing Store
How time flies and what a difference makes
In fact, we had two malls even back when
Participation was my virtue
You would see me at a lot of events in my younger years
For example, HALLOWEEN
This is just a glimpse of my life at ROCHDALE VILLAGE in the beginning to present
There is a lot more, but if I keep going, I would be like the Duracell Rabbit going and going with no end
Those were my happy times in memory
I wish they would return
Thank you for coming along and giving me the opportunity in sharing my journey.
Don't get it twisted. I didn't use the term You and I because I made the
mistake of putting you first. You see when you were my number 1 I did
everything for you. Went to school just to see you, ditched practices just to
be with you, snuck out late at night just to make memories with you. You had
me at my own game. Manipulation. I'll admit you had me there but playing me
is something that can't enter my system.
You see you had your fun. I met your friends and they liked me. Couple of
months down the line I found out they were all in on the act. Apparently you
got a hold of my past and you wanted me to feel the same I've apparently
inflicted to other people. Looks like you live in a world where words do speak
louder than actions. Well of that's the world you live in then I'm pretty sure I
don't need to show you what karma is cause when I'm done with you I'll be
given a new term, "Step-dad." You hate me, but whether you like it or not you
respect me.
I and You is something that will be totally different. Call it my alter ego if you
must. I will put myself first and in my eyes you will be that girl who thinks she's
better than me therefore driving to bring you below rock bottom. I will tell you
what I'll do to you, wait for you to disagree, then prove you wrong cause I like
it when someone will underestimate the power of manipulation. When I'm done
with you I will leave a crooked smile braces can't fix. I will leave a broken heart
no man can mend. I will leave an emotion that makes everyone have sympathy
for you. I... Will leave me inside of you. And every night you are alone in that
bed, there's only one person you can blame for the tears running down your
face. That person is not the one who inflicted pain towards you. Its the person
who pushed him to do it. That person is you.
When it was You and I, I gave you so much praise my friends couldn't stand
me. Now that its I and You, your own friends can't stand you. Sadly enough
I'm the one who can help you, if only you weren't who you are to start off with.
I and You. Never put yourself second.
2014/04/13
As the years passed by, father trusted my upbringing to a nurse while he nursed his wounds with drops of liquor. In the first six years of my existence, he never once spared me a thought, but sometimes he would sneak glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking. Maybe he was curious to see what the monster who stole away his happiness looked like. And a monster, I was. For at the delicate age of 10, I'd grown no more than three feet. I was an alien among my species. My head a giant apple with lazy eyes and a mouth that never missed a chance to quiver. Even stranger, not a strand of hair ever grew on my unearthly body, and my arms and legs, well, they were something to behold; just four sticks stuck to a bony structure.
My nurse, Miss Ava, was a light in my humdrum, dreary existence. She changed my diapers, fed me, and even looked after me during my spells. My spells followed the pattern of a storm. One moment I'd be completely still for a few seconds or minutes, but then my body would jerk, twist, and quiver of it's own volition. It's in those moments, when the voice hidden in the deepest part of my soul found its way through the tunnels and mazes and finally made its way to the surface; out my paper-thin pale lips. But the voice was not my own. Some force unknown to me seized my lips and the traitorous lips complied. So, I screamed and cried out till my throat was hoarse, till I no longer shook and twisted, but was a quivering mess on the bed drenched in my own sweat.
Miss Ava was under the delusion that I was special. For she took it upon herself to teach me to read. No God fearing man should live not knowing the word, so she put it. Everyday she would read to me out of the Holy Bible and make me point to the words she read out loud. She'd given up on teaching me to write claiming it was too tricky a business to start off with. But I had the vaguest suspicion it was mostly because of the thumb on my dominant hand that would've been as useful were it not there. One day, father walked in on one of our sessions, and with a slight slight slur to his words he said, "What's goin' on here"?