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I want to write a poem that you will go to
when you feel down
Do you know what's eating you?
Not your neighbor I hope
Why does it take two to tangle?
I can tangle all by myself
Why do you need cause for sorrow?
Because you don't want to be a man or a woman without a cause, do you?
Does it seem like forever to you?
What? It's been that long?
Do you tit for tat?
Why? When you have tit, you don't need tat haha
Does it matter what I think?
Why not?
Why does it always begin with you?
Adam and now you
I think I will ride
Bite, will ya?
Now cite
No Aphrodite
Excite?
Okay ignite
That's it for now
I hope you feel better
And don't let the bad bug bite lol
"Do we impose restrictions on painters as to what colors they may use, and how many brush strokes they may apply? " ~~The poet~~
Is there anyone out there that feels the way I do?
I don’t want to be restricted by words too many or too few.
I get annoyed when I have to remove an important word.
Because it has too many syllables. How absurd!
My poem becomes a skeleton of itself.
With all the good phrases being left on the shelf.
My poem was complete but experienced defeat.
The number of lines totaled thirty-two.
Only allowed thirty, what was I to do?
Do I take two lines from the beginning, the middle or end?
I’ve decided what to do, no more messing,
I’ll take them from the end and keep them guessing.
The biggest surprise in the suburbs,
Where I helped out on Halloween night,
Wasn’t focused on candy or costumes,
But the kids, who were just so polite!
Whether solo or part of a gaggle,
Dressed as witches or pirates or queens,
They approached in a calm, measured manner,
While their parents looked on, dressed in jeans.
“Trick or treat!” they exclaimed, sporting smiles,
As I offered the candy-filled bowl.
When I told them, “Take two,” they said “Thank you!”
As if being polite was the goal.
No one pushed or took more than was offered;
All were patient and many did shout,
“Have a great Halloween!” as they parted,
Not a one with a sneer or a pout.
It was wonderful watching this happen -
Just a night filled with nothing but fun.
The true magic will be if politeness
Stays alive when their childhoods are done.
These scars on my soul are beautiful and painful,
Deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes;
The sorrow I keep within me is dreadful,
My short life has been full of death and whys.
Deep gashes that cannot be seen except in my eyes,
I thought the passage of time would heal the scars;
My short life has been full of death and whys,
At night all my beloved are the sparkling stars.
I thought the passage of time would heal the scars,
I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies;
At night my beloved are the sparkling stars,
My forever grief is full of long past sweet reveries.
I take two white roses to the tomb of my babies,
Weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone;
My forever grief is full of long past reveries,
Within my soul the forever sorrow still moans.
Weeping I touch all the names engraved in stone,
Yet from this pain something beautiful was to be;
Within my soul the forever sorrows still moan,
And I write from a scarred soul my sad poetry.
Yet from this pain something beautiful was to be,
The sorrow I keep within me is dreadful;
And I write from a scarred soul my poetry,
These scars on my soul are beautiful and painful.
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November 17, 2015
Submitted to the contest, Chose A Topic
sponsor, Russell Sivey
Topic Chosen: D, Heartbreak and Loss(old/new poem)
There's a stillness inside.
One to confide in.
To release emotions,
Setting energy in motion,
It's an oxygen explosion.
Racing around the track,
Life gets out of whack.
Take two steps back,
Inhale.
The Breath of Life entering,
Reaction rendering,
Slowly centering,
Exhale.
Uneasy feelings,
Flee from our beings,
And begin balancing.
Our Mind is thinking,
Your Heart is syncing,
The Soul is singing.
With rhythmic breathing,
We begin seeing,
The stillness fleeting.
Practice is seeking,
Expand and releasing.
Inhale,
Flooded with oxygen,
Love comes pouring in,
It's life's Magick potion.
Exhale,
Sharing our energy,
Our Connectivity,
Through the air we breathe.
As the day turned
Fighting Irish were certainly concerned
Waiting for a meeting
With an Aloha greeting
Aggies promoting the lone star
Trying to clear the collegiate hardwood bar
Hoping something is left in their athletic jar
But when morning shines
No one can decline
Way back east
Main course turkey feast
First a holiday parade
Wanting a good grade
Balloons inflating
Celebrity gobbling about who they are dating
As singers and dancers
Display answers
During an entertaining show
To welcome Father Christmas, you know
Then for some
When Philly and New York are done
Where do they go for some fun
Motor city
Looking ever so pretty
Lions, bears
Featuring a wild life battle that should be fair
Only to be replaced
When the cowboys and raiders take the space
Giving a reason to hold a family dessert race
As the moon uses its lighted lunar pen
One must legally defend
Dropping a French Quarter
Tempting the reporter
Being told to keep their story shorter
Explaining about the saints and bills
Using photogenic stills
Saying anything at will
Trying to close a mystery
Haunting history
Started where one gambles on sins
Concluded when voodoo proclaim who wins
Allowing US to sleep
Counting sheep
Not needing to issue a peep
About why once we all needed to weep
Due to the actions from a creep
Attending a parade in the street
Having anger from the Russian bear who was a lion
Service and democracy he was, not buying
Acting like a cowboy
Raiding the festive joy
To pay the bills
A saint he was forced to kill
Do not worry about tomorrow
And any information horror
Take two steps back
Use tact
Enjoy Thanksgiving
And embrace living
She sneaks into town
In the middle of the night;
Sets up before daybreak.
Her colors blind the town square.
Her barkers have games set up before the crowd arrives.
Her fantastic rides take two tickets;
Most kids lament they only have ten.
Some get replenished by their parents.
Others do not.
She smiles as she hears the two-year olds
screeching with delight on her multi-painted ponies.
She gloats that the mommies and daddies are willing to
stay in line for an hour.
The joy she brings is unparalleled; her bosom swells
with the knowledge that her enthusiasm has turned yet
another small middle earth town upside down.
She knows the inhabitants all look forward to her hot,
salted pretzels and cotton candy and depend upon her every year.
There are bicycle parades, and floats to honor her arrival.
She lures them into her tents, where they see crazy, unexpected miracles.
These folk talk about her for a whole year, glorying in being
held upside down for what seemed like hours snapped tightly
in one of her two ha-ha terrifying roller coasters,
Expounding on tales gleaned from her bowels.
She sneaks out as quietly as she sneaked in.
Taking her joy and colors with her, hoping to
be back another year.
Written 12/02/2018 Contest: Early December 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
If life was a riddle, I’d fetch me a griddle, make me a pancake or two.
If I wouldn’t mind, to take the time, a cold glass of milk will do.
I’ll take two eggs, thats cooked sunny side up,
a bunch of bacon, hash browns in a cup.
A fresh cup of coffee, thats just made, I’ll take it to go you see,
I’d stick around but I have places to be.
Hold on there just a minute, I got something to say,
you might not like it, I’m saying it anyway.
I’m not doing the cooking, or the cleaning, for two,
why do you think I invited you.
You’re not as dumb, as I look, I can fool you just the same,
it’s not as simple, as you think, to carry on a conversation, so insane.
But after you get to know yourself, a friend you come to be,
well until your conversations swap, he tries to take our place you see.
They say we tend to like things more that we can easily relate to,
and this is my first time celebrating Valentines Day with a girl and we're both introverted so one could say there will be no need for a take two,
and no amount of money spent could ever be worth more than the time I've spent with you,
you're my other half always looking to the left so I know when I get that feeling that this time it's right, falling right into your arms feels like home even when I'm gone,
and everything that's real seems to be fake or never last long,
like a rose picked from the garden,
you're my favorite and I'm glad I chose u,
but this rose is made up of something different that mixed together is now more than perfect and I know from the look I get every time I hold u,
baby will u Be my paper rose?
because the real ones always die,
and now a days when it's fake people try harder and then ask themselves every night why,
or baby be my fake rose because they last longer than an actual rose. .....
pedals slowing falling dying representing every tear I ever cried,
so baby be my rose the kind that never dies,
because in the end all I want is just a little more time before the final goodbye.
P.S. I love you more
I will send a piece of me to you
Through the thinness of the morning air,
It will penetrate your eyes of blue
And remain inside your heart forever.
I will send a piece of me to you
Over poppies, vilets and roses,
It will vanish in a church's pew
And resurface where your soul reposes.
I will send a piece of me to you -
You alone in all of humankind -
It will disappear from my view
And become a figment of your mind.
I will send a piece of me to you -
Nowhere else I'd send it to instead -
I will tell you to take it - take two -
And retain them all inside your head.
I will send a piece of me to you
Over oceans and over lands,
It will be so supple and so new -
Mold it, mold it, mold it with your hands.
I will send a piece of me to you -
A created piece, a piece complete -
Let it be your own, I say this too,
To just trample underneath your feet.
I will send a piece of me to you
I do not know where, nor even when,
I will send it how, I wish I knew,
To expire and live in you again.
I will send pieces of me to you
In the winter, summer, spring and fall,
And inside your being they'll accrue
Until I am none and we are all.