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veins are craving
like my soul needs saving
my emotions got me caving
i just wanna be here waving
on a wave like no other
but please don’t tell my mother
I hide behind a cover
while her daughter sits and suffers
scared to call it an addiction
cause that’ll put me in a hard position
people will start giving me propositions
like my mind and self control will be in competition
I realize we all out here addicted our vices
all these different fixes be costing different prices
the days pass and my tolerance rises
chasing the high like I’m chasing grand prizes
a grand prize that’s just a temporary reward
one will last long just enough for my problems to be ignored
other ways to be feel better, but those that haven’t explored
need to press a reset button and get my
mind restored
get my head restored and revived
cause I feel my inner self has been deprived
been down for a while, but no choice but to survive
only going up from here , nothing else to do but thrive
thrive in a new direction
my flaws are to be corrected
impossible to be perfected
but In a place I can be tested
tested and improved
the toxicity removed
a better self who I approve
back to the grind & get in my groove.
You lost something when you lost me. I proclaim to you, that even you know that this statement, is true. I, a special soul that came with her own rhapsody. I, came with some many blessings in tow, with my own unique styles, so many flavors, some you’ve never tested, because I realized, at some point, you wasn’t worth my investment. And the best and biggest part was my big heart.
You totally lost something when you fumbled me, I’m no longer around to hold you up nor to let you down. Now I know that isn’t a frown you’re wearing upon your face, when at some point, you owned my heart, but eventually you lost that race. I’m still not sure, what all you didn’t see in me, when I so foolishly tried to be all that I could be, but never enlisted in no fascist Army, but died trying to be all I could be, for YOU. You killed parts of me, that I’m literally learning, how to grow myself back, and there isn’t a saint alive, that can make me relive that.
You simply lost out when you lost me. The best at being my best, now your truest, and biggest regret.
Form:
Just a garden variety generic wordsmith
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma,
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a decoy
occasionally rocketing, outsourcing,
kickstarting, feigning
tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!
Life in the K9 corps
ain't so doggone ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish
ways, and truth be told,
I would rather be outwardly
hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
(threatened tubby slowly
strangled to death by bonafide vee
numb muss snakes, yours truly
screaming bloody murder,
viper esse scent chilly resembling
caduceus), and/or re:
peat head lee bitten
(till death do us part)
by vampire (weekend) bats pre
dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee
above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines bull heave -
meeting grisly demise, where prowling
hoodlums - vicious murderous electric
kool aid acid tested gang
infesting mean streets -
viz hit head hay be us corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
(think skidrow) role much
more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,
and sweat pouring directive hee
ping helplessness 'specially,
when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
accompanied by my grateful
dead cutting crew - on free
key Friday the 13th
assigned directive to man
the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
donning head to toe
bulletproof suit vests.
Nevertheless, yours truly fraught with
horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
challenging, enduring, and grueling
than surviving training
undertaking associated
with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
earned linkedin prestige
joining: Raiders of United
States Marine Corp,
Green Berets United States Army
Special Forces, or Navy Seals.
How are you going to do it?
How do you weigh the Infinite?
How do you measure the Absolute?
How do you test the IQ of Omniscience?
Would you measure God for a suit?
Would you ask His age,or how much
money He has in the Bank of Heaven?
What about race, or His education?
What are His interests, likes or dislikes,
pet peeves, political opinions? Or
maybe you want to ask just one thing
only: What are His dreams, His loves?
Only you humans would ask God such,
only you would try to scale Divinity,
only you can breed such arrogance--
the tiger burning bright asks for no
accounting, nor does the deer as it's
slain, nor the eagle as it soars nor
the reptile as it slithers--but YOU
do, you creature of singular gifts!
You want to take the measure of
the Creator, though you've been
told you're made in His image,
something not told to the lion
or the polar bear or the butterfly
and still you want to measure Him....
But why?
Why must you always try put
God...in...a...box?
You made untold numbers of idols,
all reflecting your vanity, not His.
And then when He came to you as
one of you, a human being, what did
you do? You could not understand
how God could speak so simple and
true, you could not grasp what He
offered you, and so, you killed Him.
A few of the wisest of you knew,
knew it was never God you tested,
never God you wanted to take hold of,
never God you wanted to understand:
It was you all along you wanted to see,
that thing called a soul, which you both
doubted and longed for, that thing even
death could not harm, that Being of Air
and Light you saw in the Man crucified....
[rec'd n/a in Brian Strand's New Contest #8, August, 2020]
kids are all tested
on reading writing and arithmetic
trade workers are tested
to ensure they know what standards fit
industrial and institution leaders are tested
before they take over to eliminate personal
why then are presidential candidates not tested
for their humanity and mental abilities as well as their logic
reagan was who many wanted and he was tested
and proved out of it by dementia but allowed to stay on as a patriotic
t-rumps uncalm can't walk talk think (his education bought not tested)
his traits more serious than just symptoms of a frontal lobe that no tick
daily he threatens to overthrow election results if he's bested
this shows his ego's panicked and seeks a legal trick to remain the big dick
got to quit the us-against-them and we'll-not-be-bested
demon-cracy's not democracy and doesn't deal with all sides like the sick
many democracies health care systems beat that of the wont-be-bested
more than two political parties (a voice for all sides) and acceptance the trick
stan sand
The long hard journey through
past to progress
These day's has far few many stops to make along it's tried and tested daily route to commute
As cutting costs has so many
uneconomic station laid bare
in it's path
Deemed unsustainable via
accounting computer program
ledgers with countless bites
of memory to spare
Once filled with dumpster full
of coal and shoals of eadible
fish pulse and grain
To steel the masses for another
working day to breathe new life
into industry
To service the never ending
escalating intresest on banking
loans that prop-up wall street share
prices
In order to finance and build a new
Mall , Factory , Hotel or Flats
On the grave of our past long
before they have even been
pronounced dead
It happened to the cowboys
It happened to the miners
It happened to the fishermen
It happened to the farmer's
What paradise for a car park
And job security for my family
And an honest day's work for pay
And human value self worth
And yet and though it is with our
blistered hand toil sweat and
tears it takes to build your tower's
It will be enough or shall it enable
us to afford us to live reside inside
your castles wall's
As for us we are merely entrusted
and expected to garner you with
security
Guard your carparks
Guard your gate's
Guard your monetary wealth
Good enough to raise your children
Place them firmly in our custody
Pick them up from Ivy Schools
When one is busy out shopping
taking lunch , partying or upwardly
socializing
And all of this for the measly price
of knowing one's place and one
mistake could cost you and your
family
It's one and only breadwinner
who put and set aside his pride
to hide it deep inside a box
That signals the future is the station
boarded up you just past
Firstly, one has to take into account their scientific peers’ remarks,
As to the likely cause of how an Earthquake starts.
Some forums say it is caused by the shift in tectonic plates,
Others seem to doubt, seem to hesitate.
Some believe a government conspiracy of a machine that causes the devastation,
Their conspiracy being at the cost of the suffering of another nation.
The layman believe, if all the people in China, at the same time jump,
It would cause worldwide earthquakes as their feet come down with a thump.
Nevertheless, to conduct such a feat would be a difficult task
Therefore it has never been tested and is considered a farce
I have read the theories from all these schools of thought,
And collated the facts that backs my theory which is now widely taught.
Take some time to cogitate the facts
Sit back and take the time to chew on the fat
You will see the simplicity in my theory
And say to your self it’s all true how eerie
The Earthquakes are caused by, you guessed it me and you
From the sexual experiences we all go through
Example:
“I felt the Earth move, how was it for you?”
And she would say “I felt it tremble and saw fireworks too”
Or:
I saw Jane today, you know, the one that makes me go weak by the knees
She’s a real knee trembler a real sex tease
Now imagine these experiences on a grand scale,
No think bigger than me misses; I know she’s bigger than a whale
They say there is a couple having naughties every second of the day
That’s many earth moving experiences I have to say
These minor trembles are absorbed by the earths crust from these sensations
That occur in every town, country, and among diverse nations
So when you lie in bed savouring the tasty aftermath
Before you decide to take a bath
When you think how he or she made you feel the earth move
You have contributed to the making of earthquakes and there’s the proof.
Good night
Looking in the mirror,
I see a woman who,
Mocks and humiliates me.
She looks back with a horrified face,
As having to endure living the,
Many years that has been,
Tested by the lines tolerated,
By experience and pain,
As time has passed.
Technology and history of a land,
Betrayed by the many ancestors,
Of our founding forefathers,
Long ago dead from this new country.
A world they would no longer,
Would know if alive.
This country they built.
They honored.
They fought for.
Yet these same new citizens,
Which can only be viewed as,
Traitors now fight against USA.
I look in the mirror as this face,
Shows tears falling like our country.
My hand touches the face of the,
Woman as I feel her tears,
Then I realize this woman is me and,
I Cry for this country that is lost and,
May never be saved.
Let me tell you a story
About a journey we each travel.
What has yours been like so far?
Is your path smooth or one of gravel?
This journey is our opportunity
To make of it what we will.
When we are long past,
Will our part be remembered still?
This journey has lessons a plenty
And seasons of glorious bloom!
Our personalities shape and shift,
Are tested by joys, by gloom.
Our individual journey
Has its own unique style and pace.
It adds its own zest, sparkle and spice
To the soup of the human race.
How we experience our journey
Is entirely down to us.
Will we contribute to peace and unity?
Or will we cause a fuss?
It's a very special journey.
When it's spent, it's spent!
The Journey called Time.
We often question where it went!
Written 15th April 2022
For the " Form N - Narrative - New Poems Contest "
Theme Number (1) Journey
Sponsor: Constance La France
Every Saturday morning always begins the same for me…standing in the kitchen I’m flooded with memories.
When our children were little…and whenever grandchildren came our way…Saturday morning at our house was always pancake day.
Saturday morning was when my creativity and artistic talent was thoroughly tested…as I’d make pancakes in any shape and color our children or grandchildren requested.
Some of my creations were more Impressionistic…others were a little less than breathtaking…but I’m proud to say no request was ever rejected in all my years of pancake making.
I like to think that, every now and then, on a Saturday morning our children and grandchildren think of me…and think about the branch we grew upon our family tree.
And how that branch connects to all the other branches…back through the annals of time…helping to make our tree strong and transcendent…noble and sublime.
I hope they’ve learned this lesson…deeply rooted in our family tree…
that an adventure is exactly what a family is supposed to be!
And how a family, again like my pancakes, on this my children and grandchildren would agree…is never flawless…never perfect…but…they don’t have to be.
You see, no pancake I created was ever perfect…but they did have a kind of flair…and as long as they resembled the request…our children and grandchildren didn’t care.
Because when it comes to family, just like those pancakes made every Saturday morning throughout their childhood….
It’s the time spent together in their creation…
that makes them taste so good…