Long Switching Poems
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Survival of twitching lieutenants just the last remnants
Working class residents snitching in lurking tenements
No matches or scratches itching irking local regiments
Sentiments stitching Test bible’s tribal past testaments
Elements primal pariah bewitching best temperaments
Merriment ditching spiral & dire forecast impediments
Viral as pitching tents inspire dream steam experiments
Not enriching with evident quagmire resentments
Inclement does fire bitc*ing about predicaments
Ire cements hitching to the umpire assessments
Hunch squire long lunch switching rival condiments
When cricket is in London town look up not down
What will sever any willow & leather is the weather
No refuge from the deluge as sorrows do drown
Whoever has got a ticket at the end of their tether
Is the tickle of all things fickle that gilds its crown
Which is why have to explain why Tests do reign
Sport where you might go off for bad light again
Complain haven’t the powers to showers restrain
Sort where you can’t properly train have to refrain
Let’s be plain to forget how wet it can get is insane
Naysay why do we in vain play 5 day Tests is inane
Mental and elemental is the point so don’t be a pain
In a nation where in every location it’s likely to rain
All kinds of bills are piling up,
collectors keep on calling me...
making their threatening phone calls;
I would like to unplug the telephone wire
and have some peace at night...
but borrowing money is not one of the remedies!
My car insurance is due by the end of the month,
this paycheck only covers some necessities,
trendy attire and expensive dinners with friends must wait;
God forbid, I do oversleep and I am late...
portion of my earnings is a tremendous loss,
and in deeper waters I'll swim, never reaching shore!
My cell phone is overused and is too invaluable,
it could spare me some headaches on some stranded highway;
I'm thinking of switching to a prepaid one to save me a bundle!
Even my haircut must wait, once a month, not twice;
ah, this economic stress...is really testing my sanity!
What should I do from preventing those embarrassing lawsuits?
Finally, I called on some friends, whose situation isn't that bad,
they said they'd help me...since I helped them when they needed a hand;
interest-free and a long-term loan, and would like to know beforehand:
what I am going to tell those greedy and inconsiderate bastards from my bank?
" Keep your money in the vault, I refuse to borrow it and make you rich;
I have found a better way to improve my financial situation by making you itch! "
Too Much to Handle**
These days, I find myself captivated by TikTok, spending hours scrolling through its endless stream of content, even more than I indulge in writing my poetry. Ouch! It feels like a betrayal to my creative spirit. My body is not merely flesh ready to be consumed; it’s a sacred vessel, a fortress to protect. Each harsh word affects me deeply. My body is my temple, a sweet Floribbean honeydew, yet tonight, my room feels suffocatingly crowded.
Thoughts of past relationships swirl around me like unwanted guests—those side thoughts, the ghosts of exes, and looming large, there you are… John Crow, an unwelcome reminder of what once was. I remind myself that my poems serve as messages, heartfelt whispers from me to myself. This evening, I’m finding calm that rivals even the most tranquil sea. The Pacific Ocean may be fierce and tumultuous, but tonight, my inner peace feels stronger.
Writing about my pain extracts the rawest emotions, breathing life into my work. It’s interesting how deep suffering can propel one into a profound journey of self-discovery. In love, though, I often lose sight of my true self, questioning, who am I really beneath the layers of affection?
I feel like I flick between different versions of myself, switching from a past that was less than inviting, wrapped in my own illusions. I once believed you were the king of my castle, my protector in a world of chaos.
Tomorrow, I plan to rise with clarity, sober from the wine that never touched my lips tonight, and then, I hope to navigate the adult decisions that await me with newfound wisdom.
Most days they never stopped, but we always felt the vibration On the GROUND. I was never bothered by the noise from their engines
Nor their horn SOUND. But every winter, a train would switch tracts and Stop in our little TOWN. They stopped to unload coal to keep us warm Through the WINTERS. I tell you, that coal was a God send
Designed to burn in our HEATERS.
For us kids, I must SAY, those trains were not all work and no PLAY.
Several decades ago, there was a football field of SPACE
Separating that trainline from my birth PLACE.
We spent hours and hours walking its TRACKS.
Along its embankment was a blackberry PATCH.
We played, worked, ate, and slept at the sound of TRAINS.
Between the switching tracks, we played our ball GAMES.
We played balancing games on the railroad tracks for FUN.
We kept watch for the trains, and when they blew, we would RUN.
It's funny how sometimes life seems determined to give us that
Childhood FEEL. Time has no seal, and it's amazing what the passage Of trains and time REVEAL. It occurred to me several days ago that The space of a football FIELD currently separates our home from
The tracks of a very busy train LINE. Most things in life CHANGE. A few REMAIN the SAME with the passage of TIME.
101021PSCtest, Railroads, A Historical Glance, BJ Legros Kelly.3P
The grain of wheat
dies at Thy command
unconscious of Your being in its shell
turning it to life giving bread
perpetuating it ages without end
nursing it with rain
and sunny smiles
from seed to stalk a golden social plant
bowing its seeded hairy head
in breezy dance with poppy skirts in red
illumed by a ruby sunset veil
with robin breasts singing gratitude
before dark night descends
its blinding veil
to equalize colors' vibrant hues
in resting shades
of noncompeting black
switching lights
of distant trembling lamps
and luminous smile
of vagrant crescent slice
to make of night a little less than death
before awakening to splendor rosy rays
sparkling diamonds on grassy finger hands
that mist to vanish then return to play
hanging water lamps on leaves and branches
that drip into the throat of parched earth
feeding roots and softening seeds to sprout
returning life by feeding
and being fed
and all creation obeying
seems content
except for man
to whom You gave free will
to obey or to dissent
the pupil of Your eyes You call friend
by wordily affairs daily led astray
the banquet ready for repentant heir
all set with such glorious royal splendor
no eyes have seen
nor ears have ever heard
the marvel of such joy beyond the veil
with inner satisfaction of having chosen well
of such Paradise no poet can write
beyond the imagined
only eyes with faith can travel
I am hanging on by a thread
All I clinging to is prayers
Every breath is like a battle
I feel like I'm unprepared
Death is knocking on front door
Pain is creeping through the back
Fear is crawling
Through the windows
Waiting for it to attack
They say don't get bitter
Get better
I'm working on
Switching them letters
But tell God
I'm going to need
A whole lot of hope
Keeping it together
I'm smiling in everyone's face
I'm Crying when they leave the room
They don't know battles I face
They don't understand
What I'm going through
They say fear haunts
And pain hates
I say pain strengthens
Fear drives faith
I don't know
All of the outcomes
Don't know what happens tomorrow
When that ocean of doubt comes
Don't let me drown in my sorrow
Don't let me stay at the bottom
I feel the hole is too deep to climb
I'll be looking for a way out
But I settle for a piece of mind
Picking up the pieces of my life
Hoping I put
Together something right
Tell me
All I got is what I need
Tell me
You gonna help me
Stay and fight
The struggle seems longer my friend
It's all worth it in the end
When you got nobody
To turn to
Hold on I will find you
Form:
The Loner goes on
Imagining friends
He heads for a coffee
With hopes to an end
He looks at the counter
Then raises his head
And wonders why
All his looks are of dead
He picks at his pocket
Not sure what’s inside
Hoping it’s nothing
Wanting outside
He tugs at his money
Begrudging his efforts
He isn’t that hungry
Or thirsty; sequester
He stands tall and proud
Cupping his coins
He can’t wait for long
And sitting is wrong
He finally orders
As he’s given the nod
He’s happy to see it
As friends or facade
He waits
He looks around
Then he relaxes
And feels the ground
Approaching is coffee
Nestled by hand
Why won’t it come faster
He can’t understand
He pays over time
Not wanting an end
He knows he must turn;
a table to ‘fend
He looks for an opening
A table that’s free
Seeing so many
Does not feel like glee
He finally chooses to sit by himself
For sitting with others
Is rude and...
Not stealth
How has he gotten here
He asks himself
Retracing his journey
As small as an elf
He looks for a friend
Then down to his coffee
And sees his mug lifting
His eyes feeling lofty
He knows he must go
And can’t say goodbye
He leaves very slowly
Feeling his sigh
He’s walking straight home
And can’t hear a thing
Even his finger
Goes without a ring
He finally gets home
And loves what he sees
Knows what he has
And feels that he’s free
He thinks of the coffee
And says he’ll go back
But the next time he goes
He’s switching to tea
The Loner goes on
Switching to tea
Coffee's not important
As the quest for friends must be
You either hate me or love me
There is no in between
pick a side
Stop changing your mind
Your always switching sides
One day your my ride or die
The next day you keep locked up inside
I'm still with you everytime
I let you have your moments
But sometimes it's just feels like a cruel punshiment
Your either a snake or mate
I'm done playing your twisted games
Stay or leave you decide
It's up to you not me I'm on the side lines
If you stay that's great it will make my day
When you have left before I've let you back in with open doors
Not this time I don't wanna keep believing in this line
If you leave ill cut you out of my life
This time there no chance reconnecting
I've fallen for that trick one to many times
Your somone who will leave me the drop of a dime
I'm tierd of wasting my time
I'm done with speaking my mind
Now you pick a side are you with me or this is the last time
A team of adventurers? A group of friends?
They are a family and that will never change.
Hurtling through space on a mission on the Marvel I spaceship, Reed his buddy Ben along with Reed’s girlfriend Sue and her brother Johnny, were accidentally exposed to cosmic radiation, and each gained remarkable superhuman powers.
The FF as they became known, The Fantastic Four became some of their world’s greatest Superheroes.
The group have had many adventures together exploring new realms of the universe and become protectors stopping villains and other threats.
They are Mister Fantastic, The Thing, The Invisible Girl and The Human Torch and will always be the ‘F.F.’
My favorite of their adventures that I remember is when Doctor Doom captures the Invisible Girl. He takes her hostage, and as ransom he makes the FF go back in time to steal magic treasure using her as a hostage so the Fantastic Four will travel back in time to steal the Blackbeard’s enchanted treasure Doctor Doom tells them that he will use the treasure to conquer the world and rule it in peace. The others don’t believe him, so Mr. Fantastic tricks him by swapping the real treasure with cheap chains. Dr. Doom then joins forces with the Sub-Mariner, who puts a magnetic device in the Baxter Building. Dr. Doom uses this magnet to pull him and the Fantastic Four with the building into space.
The Sub Mariner tries to get rid of them so they can’t stop him taking control of the world’s leaders and brings the building back to its rightful position on earth. Dr. Doom is stranded in space on an asteroid. He comes back to earth and there is a lot of switching of minds via berry juice and hallucinogenic juices (Probably LSD and Galactic Shrooms) and Dr. Doom eventually leaves the Fan Four in peace (for now) to go on with other wild adventures, because he mistakenly thinks he had killed Mr. Fantastic, with his superiority. Dr. Doom is a cool character in the Marvel Comics, and the Fantastic Four are all cool Superheroes.
‘Mrs Doubtfire’s really a man
Her costume is a cunning plan
As the lawyer forbids
Daniel can’t see his kids
But he’ll see them however he can
He gets hired to be his kid’s nanny
and dresses like an ancient granny
Daniel’s plan it soon works
They get used to ‘her’ quirks
His deception really is canny
But his children discover the ploy
Daniel tells his older girl and boy
They must not breathe a word
(Though his costume’s absurd)
It acts as a clever decoy
Switching costumes so he can escape
Daniel gets into many a scrape
But there was never a doubt
That his wife would find out
When exposed… her mouth was agape
Now the story has a happy ending
Daniel’s able to stop pretending
He has proved he’s no quitter
becoming their babysitter
it’s quality time he is spending!
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