Long Three times Poems
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It’s a fine line you see between pleasure and pain…
And I will make it my pleasure to drive you insane.
The time has come to put put things right…
All your wrong doings will now come to light.
The truth will reveal as it always does tell…
Now your own rewards will be three times the spell.
Karma has come and it’s time to pay…
You’ve upset the wrong person, now it’s my turn to play.
Who can tell the payment rate?
Your deeds of wrong, the risks you take.
Whether it’s good or bad it's the choices you made…
Maybe you’ll be rewarded or maybe you’ll be afraid?
You should s always put out what you would like to come back…
Because one day for sure Karma’s waiting to attack!
So think real hard before you act…
Because when you least expect it…KARMA’S BACK!
A nation of interesting and laughing facts
housing ‘backward never’ animals
with three times more sheep to humans in its corners
and the inventor of the selfie, attracting over 200 global settlers.
A known city for cockroach racing
has its native attempting the sale
of another major one from a neigbouring nation.
The link between Tasmania and clean air hits the peak in the world
and the entire region is yet to negotiate with an active volcano
A nation and a continent
with nine out of every ten claimed by native vegetation.
A home to the longest fence in the world
and a direct opposite to South Africa in electricity tariff.
Most identified with sports,
selfish in the existence of the lungfish.
Intoxicated with the addiction of gambling
and having the world’s largest cattle station.
A smiling land so prosperous and made
is this mini-continent so rich and great.
two more entries
in honor of love and valentine's day
thank you once again
"forever meaning much"
yellow ribbons
knocking three times
expressions of love
they mean so much
touching hands
togetherness
being in love
still meaning much
living the highest high
one in a million
breathing our love
forever meaning much
SkyWatcher
01-27-24
"touching our souls"
as this moment approaches
blessed are we who celebrate
celebrate up close and personal
designed for a party of two
evermore feelings grow
floating and surrounding
glances freeze whispers sound
holding safe our intamacies
intended for silhouette designs
jumpstarting both hearts
keeping our souls free
love has found its way
moving to rhythms
nothing greater than
one dance one moon
proving desires true
quietly within shadows
resting side by side
softly whispers reach
touching our souls
SkyWatcher
01-27-24
Once upon a time on a quiet walk
I felt strongly that I was being watched.
Stood still and listened, but heard nothing.
Then noticed the trunk of a small brown tree.
A tiny snake was sliding down it, without sound.
Another time I was walking in the forest at dusk.
I heard the crunch of leaves next to me as I walked.
I turned and a large doe was walking next to me.
We walked together about six yards, then she noticed me
And she bound into the woods; showing me her white tail.
My third story is of a mama raccoon.
I was sitting in my garden at twilight
Surrounded by stone statues.
Mama raccoon began walking right to me.
She had five babies trailing her.
I slowly got up. She gave me a startled glance and was gone.
The babies were gone too.
She yelled at the drawer that she'd just taken out
as something had fell out at the back,
“ Get in! Get in!” as she struggled and pushed,
but it ignored her verbal attack.
“ Come on! Come on!” he kept turning the key,
the ignition fought hard to resist,
and the engine just murmured in spite just as he
thumped the dash, for his train he had missed.
“ Today, Today!” She yelled out at the kettle
which seemed in no rush to make tea,
so she hit it three times with the back of a spoon
which would add extra time on, you'll see.
Inanimate objects can't hear what we say,
they don't playfully set out to tease,
but just in case they are all sentient beings
why don't you just try saying “Please” ?
(See pts 1 & 2 first please, it will make more sense <3)
I began flinching when people brushed past me.
Began checking doors twice, three times, four
Began doubting my own memory-- because
when everyone treats you like a liar,
You begin to genuinely wonder if your pain is real.
But it is.
I feel it every day.
In the tightness in my chest.
In the way l avoid eye contact.
In the way I talk.
Two years later, he walks free, his smile untouched
While I carry memories
stitched permanently
with pain.
He probably doesn't think about it. But I do.
Every time someone says
“You should have reported sooner.”
Every time someone says
“But he seemed like such a nice person.”
Every time someone in power shrugs and says
“It’s complicated.”
It is not complicated.
It's a system built to protect predators and punish survivors.
A system that tells girls they need to speak up, then shoots them down and labels them liars when they do.
So this is what I know now.
Speaking doesn’t guarantee anything.
It doesn’t guarantee someone will listen.
It doesn’t guarantee someone will care.
Sometimes you tell the truth
and the room just gets quieter.
Sometimes you tell the truth
and people decide it’s easier
not to believe you.
But that doesn’t change what happened.
And it doesn’t change who is responsible.
Systems like this depend on silence.
On doubt.
On people deciding it’s easier
not to get involved.
They depend on girls deciding
it’s safer to keep quiet.
And a lot of them do.
Because they watched what happened
to someone who didn’t.
But I already spoke.
And I’m not going to pretend it didn’t happen
just to make things easier for everyone else.
The truth doesn’t disappear
because someone in authority said it didn’t matter.
It doesn’t disappear
because people chose not to see it.
The truth is still here.
And so am I.
And I will keep speaking—
not just for me.
For every girl who’s afraid to speak.
For every survivor who has been silenced.
For every system that has failed us.
We cannot let silence protect predators anymore.
We cannot let fear decide who is believed.
We must demand accountability.
We must change the rules
so that speaking out
does not feel like survival.
This is not just my story.
It is ours.
And we will not be ignored.
I was once a poet weaving the lines of joy like a love-striken damsel,
Hoping the day would never come when the cock would crow three times,
I was once a boy dreaming dreams of a blissful life,
Scorning the past snake bites and regretful sighs
That could bid me walk a cautious road.
Alas, joy lasted until sunset when the masquerade wore its true garb
And began the evil dance beside my bed chamber
So sleep took a forceful flight and the boy finally became a man,
And the pretended bliss hurriedly gave its seat to grief.
I was once a believer in the pigeon's song,
The sweet melody of a hungry cat trying to lure a mouse to its gory end.
But now I throw my ink and my dreams,
I burn the scrolls of my schemes,
Ready to walk the rugged path.
I was once a poet
But now I a man again,
A much learned man.
Kyrie eleison priest says
Water important and priest prays
At baptism, chants are incessant
Lord have mercy for those present
Child is beautiful, twelve months old
Godparents, traditions uphold
Undress child, it's fear transparent
Lord have mercy for those present
In font, oil added to water
Placed in water is goddaughter
Oil with water stings, unpleasant
Lord have mercy for those present
Three times child is immersed waist deep
Christ three days entombed for his sheep
In white sheet wrapped, light florescent.
Lord have mercy for those present
Contest Entry: A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Date: 2022/08/17
I’m not an animal or creature, I’m just a human being
but if the wizard can’t help, then from soup I’ll be fleeing
The wicked soup witch says my poems are dire
she declared I’m past it and that I should retire!
I’ve cried bitter tears until my eyes are sore
my muse has gone, I just can’t write any more
So I silently slink along the yellow brick road
hoping that the wizard can lighten my load
It’s way past midnight when I finally arrive -
I’ve had to walk as I’ve not learned to drive
Dorothy and friends all had their wishes granted
I'll beg the wizard for my muse to be re implanted
I climb the winding steps to visit the wizard
he reminds me of a scaly wizened old lizard
I said ‘Wizard please can you help find my muse,
she’s upped and left, so I‘m here to schmooze
I’m desperately trying to become a good poet
but my poems are awful and don’t I know it’
He said ‘stop the tears, I don’t want to drown -
write intellectual poems, stop acting the clown!’
The wizard peers at me over his 'say ban' glasses
and prescribes three tablespoons of dark molasses
I ask ‘wizard will that bring my muse back to me’
he said ‘don’t be daft, it'll sweeten your poetry’
So I’m guzzling molasses three times a day
and I hope my muse will come back and stay
Off to see the wizard contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
11/25/18
These guys were a revelation
changing radically the musical crop
great memories of really great songs
Paul, John, George, and Ringo were tops
Liverpool never saw the likes before
starting with just simply LOVE ME DO
hitting the charts was a regular thing
yea three times over to SHE LOVES YOU
Just so great was the Mersey sound
FROM ME TO YOU was always passed around
romance was always in melody
even on a DAY TRIPPER go for a pound
Your first date is always special
as you say I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND
this brings a real feeling in your heart
calling I FEEL FINE forever to stand
It's really been A HARD DAY'S NIGHT
so difficult finding no pain
but it's HELLO, GOODBYE on your way
as you walk down PENNY LANE
No matter your riches you CAN'T BUY ME LOVE
go get that TICKET TO RIDE and LET IT BE
so GET BACK to where you once belonged
HEY JUDE don't make it bad just better you see
(This is my memories of the great Liverpool group The Beatles and using my favourite songs of theirs to bring back the memories.)