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PLAYING THE GAME
He leans back, his hand hidden from view.
far back in a cocky sort of way.
A player spies a young woman, innocently, walking by,
decides to change the fortune of his competitor.
The young woman turns red, as he shouts,
“Do you want to make love?”
The competition falls behind
His four aces, take a dive.
He feels the wind and the knots.
Reeling, he’s lost his shot.
“Sorry man, let’s do this again someday”
He chuckles and walks
away with his earnings,
Asks the girl out.
“Perhaps, someday,” she says
and walks away in that flirty kind of way.
9/14/2017
I’m a victim of this life.
cursed by God, a poisoned mind
perhaps if I lacked the sight,
at peace I’d be, for beauty blinds.
I, a violent child.
Waterfalls, song, paintings and poem.
Mountains, thunder, this world and beyond it.
Heaven and hell, angels that fell
I stand among them, seeking their hell
for I am now cursed, cursed to be breathing,
so I make sure, I burn as I’m fleeting.
I, so, very tired
have lost all control.
I write what I feel, not what I hope.
For I am now stranded, on one lonely boat,
the storm it is rising, let’s hope I can float.
I, in search for divine
drink their poison, sweet as wine.
For the waves they calm through time.
Like a drop of rain would take a dive
in shallow ponds and thinks it’s climbed,
the sky to sink in oceans,
we grew to feast in lies
and now so pretty, red roses
ignorance is wise.
I’m the girl who sits in the bar,
drunk on the music
never touching the alcohol;
The quiet one in the shadows
who knows all the words,
In and out like a banshee
but back for every show;
The one whose drug is the rhymes,
I’m not there to get lit;
Addicted to the rhythm,
reckless on repeat;
You may say it’s the bar
where the trouble happens;
I’ll take a dive bar with a band
over a restaurant and bad decisions;
Like everything else
it’s a matter of perception;
Call me a black rose,
the local girl in the back;
Don’t tell me the problem is the venue
filled with nothin’ but soul;
The problem is people
just begging for bouncers.
Why is there so much disgrace
Written all across your face
Sorry eyes and a cracked voice
All because a stupid choice
Left you without a best friend
From a lie that would not end
Starting with I will be there
When you need someone to care
Night or day--- Early or late
You will never have to wait
For my friendship to arrive
It will never take a dive
Leaving you stranded and afraid
It is too solid to sway
Words of hurtfulness and lies
Years of friendship you let die
When the truth started to surface
I wondered what was the purpose
Of giving you my care and soul
Now you left me with a hole
Inside a heart once pure and true
Until it was broken in two
By a stranger I don't know
Who's true colors didn't show
From the first day that we met
To this last day of regret
My emotions get stepped on
By a liar and a con
I walk with a cane, disabled is how I've been rendered.
My prizefighting career is over, I cannot be a contender.
Even though some crooks insisted, I wouldn't take a dive.
If the police hadn't come along, I wouldn't even be alive.
Those criminals broke my ribs and shattered my knee caps.
They were going to make damn certain that I took a dirt nap.
I still have nightmares because of what happened to me.
I refused to take that dive because of my integrity.
Not being able to become a champion really hurts a lot.
If you're wondering if I regret not taking that dive, I do not.
I'm happy that those crooks are in jail, I'm not forgiving.
And I'm extremely grateful to the police to be living.
I can't fight anymore but I still have a whole lot to gain.
I met a fighter and he's a man who I intend to train.
Those crooks ended my career but they couldn't keep me down.
I intend to make the best of my life while I am around.
(This is a fictional poem.)
it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot
win the game
we had great leaders
john, robert, martin...
the planet was singing
with the purity of a four year old
...
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe,
...
then
it started raining bullets
our optimism soured
slightly at first
and the grassy knoll
and the sniper
and the magic bullet
john was shot
jackie squirmed
we sat on the edge of our seats
The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door,
John F. Kennedy was assassinated
The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive,
years had passed, five
look before you dive
the civil rights movement gathered
to fight for their God given rights
the right to be treated as humans
exactly that...humans...no more no less.
to listen to the man who had said
"Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon
which cuts without wounding and ennobles
the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals."
the man who stood on the hill speaking
"I have a dream today!"
The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Martin Luther King Jr. was shot
died
and my God it rained
it rained salt
as a nation black and white cried
The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time,
time for the rise of Bobby
Hoorah! Hoorah!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
i wish he could have ran faster than the bullets
they murdered John's brother
Robert F. Kennedy was dead
the sixties where almost finished
and i wondered
if the world would ever be the same
again
I marched away buried my face into the ground
To get out of my pain.
great leaders lost
words that radiated
radiate hope
America was
the envy of the world
it's two thousand sixteen
and we have sunk so deep into the dirt
i know we can't Trump this disaster
have you ever heard of fools gold
we have a choice
our lives count
remember the ants
nature's banner is blowing in the wind
don't make
the little one shout
"THE END!!"
March 16 2016
armand
The harmony that we feel is the real deal
And is so worth the fight
Baby, we need to treat each other right
Let's never be mean or pick a fight
The magic we share is worth the care
Finding our calling is like not falling
When we are aware
Instead of being in despair
Allowing ourselves time to compare
Having a love as rare as ours
Is like dancing among the stars
Stepping back when we feel under attack
Will help us stay on track
To keep us from falling back
This way when we have a bad day
We don't feel like we want to play
Then we just meet in the middle
Like a dancing fiddle
understanding we need to give a little
Being able to put yourself on the other side
Before it becomes a bumpy ride
When It's much easier to just let it slide
Finding a place to chill
So we don't let it put us into overdrive
This will allow our love to thrive
Instead of letting our love take a dive
We will be on top of the world very much alive
Able to magnify our love to touch the sky
You and I able to look each other in the eyes
To really appreciate love high's
Let your imagination take a dive
Dismiss those voices willing it to soar,
Explore the secrets hidden to mankind
And gaze at sights you've never seen before.
Take a deep breath then silently descend;
Leave restless shores and anxious thoughts behind.
Deep in the fearless ocean's azure realm,
Enchanted landscapes captivate your mind.
A world of wonders passes slowly by
As free from bonds of gravity you glide.
Through living waters rich in vibrant life
Kaleidoscopic colours coincide.
Fine gossamer of fragile life cascades
Down to the luring coral reef below,
A ballet of exotic fish parade
As bioluminescent starfish glow.
When life's adventures dangle out of reach,
Imagination holds the magic key
Just close your eyes and dare to take the plunge
To open seas of possibility.
23.08.19
'Wow me poetry contest' sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Playground taunts have allways been.' A
Phase of growing up ( some really mean )
I never, ever' knew of police being called
To haul away ( either victim or bully ) any
Day.. into thrall; and incaserated' it seems way
Beyond the pall..Now lets take England as
A guide.? Well not today.. Oh woe and betide.' I reacall there were better years even decades, mental souveniers.? This a
Western Christian Nation, as many others
Run by Adults, once children from those
Playground years, whose encounters often made ( some lovers.) Of freedom of testing
Of making amends, maybe marrying the
Girls they'd called brats.' Yes there is a lot here my friends..They became politicans not my 'favorite ilk' yet not the type to lock
Up seniors..Who posted valid thoughts, not
Those who would lick an idle-loges toes or
Many other depravitys.' Of which I would rather not know.' Others made miners farmers grocers and cops, seamstresses
Cake makers, all sorta tough.' Who could
Balace prioritys defend in a war.' Standing
Together the ( greater good was no chore )
These people would rise to any challenge.'
And pull an enemy down.' And batter them
Senseless to be run out of their l borders with world reknown.' So they did with axis
Powers in 1945. Herin lies one lesson; for
eternity.'
Never willingly take a dive.'
The Race
Click-ity clack,
the wagon tools along,
the road;
as fast as it can go.
The wheel(s) barely…
hanging on.
That is how we run through life,
riding on three of four,
or maybe half footed,
left footed,
or even…
three toed.
Slow down,
the race can not be won.
It has already finished.
He was, Is and Always,
will be.
I am trying to stop the chaos,
I am desperate to slow it down.
The world does not care,
about my life,
or yours, or yours.. or…
It is in a hurry to rush for the cliff,
to take a dive off the edge,
into the abyss…
and then.
Breathe…
Him in
and you will know…peace.
Take Him in…
and you will find…
empathy, mercy and compassion.
Choose him…
humility, service and love.
Ever grateful for what is not deserved.
Ever bowing and knowing,
that there is no greater privilege
than to be among the counted.
You, me, we…
bought and paid for,
beyond the measure of our ability…
to count.