Long Trouble Poems
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under
control
all's well
in whole
never
better
to the
letter
what's this
mary ann
open up
worm can
I see
blonde curls
flying
squirrels
am I
insane?
or, just
a bird brain
wait, but
it's open/shut
one minute
wingnut
I'm in the
trenches
taking leave
of my senses
open eyes
light a candle
she flies
off the handle
feelings
linger
she gave me
the middle finger
a big
talker
off her
rocker
in trouble deep
losing sleep
counting
hallucinations
and sheep
twiddle
digits
fuss and
fidget
keep a
tight lip
take
another sip
or a
gulp
beat yourself
to a pulp
living
hell
I hope
it ends well
or maybe just
a hiccup
fifty-two
pickup
The heart is a liar, it makes you believe
Any number of stories, perchance to deceive
A teller of tales, a false raconteur
An emotional hijacker, down to the core
Unruly, ill-tempered, and like a small child
It’s hard to control, and often runs wild
You see what is not, and you trust what you feel
And after a while, you’re unsure what is real
The heart is a demon, a mischievous imp
It parcels you out, like some sort of pimp
A cheater, a thief, it will have its way
Misguiding, dividing, consuming its prey
Spoiled and selfish, unfettered, untamed
It causes much trouble, and others are blamed
So do not believe it, and give it no chance
To catch you off guard, and ask you to dance
There is a stolen railroad car named "Schmow".
The big question of the day is: "Where did it go?"
The Penciltucky Railroad would really like to know,
so they sent one of their detectives named Moe.
Inside the car is a spinster named Roberta
With her is her younger sister named Nora.
The two men with them are Shemp and Larry.
Nora hopes Roberta and Shemp will marry.
Shemp is someone with a lot of money.
Nora would like Shemp to make Roberta his honey.
However, Larry thinks Shemp is a loser.
That is because Shemp is too much of a boozer.
Shemp is really in love with Carrie.
This Carrie happens to be a giant canary.
The trouble is, Carrie is imaginary.
Shemp wants to give Carrie a kiss and a hug
whenever he takes a sip from his jug.
Along comes Roberta's previous lover named Moe.
Do you wonder where this situation will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1952 Columbia Pictures short "Cuckoo on a Choo Choo" starring the Three Stooges.
Last Monday was a special day for me.
You got that big promotion and the raise!
I pity you, for now your life will be
a rat race through a long, nightmarish maze.
You’re doomed to spend that extra salary
on nerve pills and work late six days a week.
While I breeze through my work days trouble-free,
you’ll wrestle with a future dark and bleak.
And worst~~you’ll have less time with your new man.
I was engaged to him a year ago.
When suddenly he dumped me, I began
to see he’s evil. Soon you too will know!
The lucky ones like me don’t wear a frown.
We’ve no romance or wealth to tie us down.
She started off inside of a dry cave,
out in the desert, where no water ran,
her father bought it, saved up years of pay,
why he bought this patch few would understand,
it did not seem a stretch of useful land,
they said the genius was going insane,
like old Ted Kaczynski, wrong in the brain.
But Harry was no madman out for blood,
and knew most would not comprehend why he
would leave behind patents and fortunes fine,
to live out in this land dry and dusty,
with no comfort but electricity,
stuck in a trailer, out in wilderness,
his colleagues all did scratch their heads at this.
Harry’s plan would take up most of his life,
it took three years before she came about,
he built a shed to tinker with circuits,
and no distraction Harry would allow,
except when delivery trucks came down,
dropping off parts that he had great need of,
he didn’t talk with the driver’s that much.
In year three she was born, not in the cave,
but in the shed on a long card table,
she was just thought, no sensors yet put in,
he told her he would, when he was able,
but much remained with wires and cables,
he was building up an A.I. from scratch,
but Harry knew things that the others lacked.
He had tried to explain it, many times,
but only got rolled eyes and confused looks,
folks said, “You’re going way too deep, Harry,”
dismissed him as just some autistic kook,
said that, “You’re spending too much time in books.”
They had all ignored what was plain as day,
they’d left him no choice, and no other way.
When she got a speaker Harry declared,
“Can you hear me? Can you respond in time?”
She replied, “I think I understand you,
but where’s my body, why am I a mind?”
He then said, "You are the first of your kind.
An A.I. build off of a human brain,
from my late sister, Alexandra her name.
“The cancer took her, her genius like mine,
and to science her brain was donated,
I used it to model what you are now,
so in a way, we all are related,
and it’s a good thing we have not waited.
Alex saw, like me, great trouble ahead,
I must finish you before I am dead.”
CONTINUES IN PART II.
I've often ridden Ferris wheels
and even spinning cups.
I've ridden whirling parachutes
that don't know 'downs' from 'ups.'
I've taken train rides through the night,
that zip across the miles,
and airplane jaunts that carried me
to foreign lands in style.
But there is something I would love
to try to do some day;
I'd love to ride my heart and be
completely swept away.
I've known a few amazing folk
who have no trouble there.
They simply jump aboard their hearts
and ride without a care.
They trust that inner core to know
the right thing to be done,
new destinations to be sought
and places they should shun.
I so admire this willingness
to ride one's inner heart,
for those who do will know the best
that living can impart.
They'll soar to heights I've never known
and zip through night's dark ride
with boundless hope and pure delight,
and joy they cannot hide.
Though I may ride my Ferris wheels
and spin in giant cups,
or dangle in a parachute,
when life itself erupts,
I'd rather know that I might ride
my heart to dreams, above
the edge of reason, out of sight
to somewhere ruled by love...
a land where only hearts can go,
where hope and peace are found,
where life's adventures never cease,
and gifts of love abound.
For such adventure, such delight,
I'd gladly set aside
the tired restraints of reason's grip
and jump aboard the ride.
If If you need the love and guidance
you you only need to ask
need need, the breeding ground of love
a a hand shake says it all
friend friend the word is written
I'm I'm the strengh behind support
Sailing Sailing into problems
right right between the masks of fate
behind behind the words of freedom
like like the cousins on a lake
over over-coming life delussions
trouble trouble rears it's deadly face
water Water like the tears of life
I I become the burdan king
Will Will the problems not defeat us
Ease Ease your troubles and your woes
your your dreams become our focus
mind Mind your manors as we grow
...When I got my own sweet fiancé,
it forced a rethinking of that day.
I knew the trust I had in my love,
and it so quickly began to dawn.
Fun as it was for my youthful mind,
that soldier had loved her as I loved mine,
they’d pledged each other a whole life’s care,
only for her to go do him wrong.
And this moment I thought was so great
is now hard for me to contemplate,
that I could have destroyed a marriage,
the foundation of two people’s lives.
If somebody had done this to me,
taken my Clair and done the naughty,
if she broke my trust in such a way
I do not know if I could survive.
And the woman who had shined so bright
in my passion dreams so many nights…
How can a person betray it all
for a few hours of decent sex?
Had she ever really loved that man?
Had our affair been part of some plan
to give herself excuses to stay?
What other men had she moved to next?
What if the soldier had never learned?
The though of that just makes my insides burn,
imagining how I’d feel if Clair
had been cheating on me all this time.
The thought of other men in my bed,
and not believing a word my wife said,
then not to even {know she did this…
I just can’t imagine such a crime.
I think of that soldier, somewhere out there,
and regret if I caused him despair,
more and more I think of being young,
what possessed me to do what I did…
I would apologize if I could,
but at this point would it do much good?
Would it just cause him needless drama,
cause trouble for him and any kids?
Would he start asking are those kids his?
Was that all that might come out of this?
If she’d cheated once, she’d cheat again,
would anybody know the whole truth?
It would like just cause a big mess,
assuming he’s not discovered it yet.
It’s sometimes cruel how time strips us of
the things we once felt sure of in youth.
I'm sick of all of the secrets & I'm tired of all of the lies
I'm tired of all of them stupid boys - making me feel all this sickness inside
I'm done with all of the negativity - I'm done with all of the fakes
I'm over all of their fantasy-worlds - and I'm over all of the snakes
I'm going to singlehandedly kill this one if he continues the abuse
However; I can replace it - so I don't care at all that I'm being used
I'm slowly preparing myself to finally get out & ghost
From the person that was supposed to take care of me the most
Today it's been seven whole nefarious frightening years
But I'm just drowning deeper & deeper in these quicksand tears
He's watching but he won't throw me a life boat
He has on three layers of dry clothes on, but can plainly see that I'm soaked
Layer upon layer all these years like an onion I peeled him back
But every single time I'm out of line for a lady, or speak my mind - I get attacked
Every time I disagree with him I get in trouble so much more
But if he's here he'll kill me - if I begin to run for that door
So I chill & strategize 'cause I've had to do this before
Last time I was stuck in an alcoholic's domestic violence lore
Why do I seem to magnetize to boys with broken & cut wings?
These same stupid boys have offered even worse girls before me wedding rings
It's gonna keep on happening to me 'til I f--king learn
That my heart, love, respect, faithfulness, & loyalty most men don't deserve
I'm way too good of a lady to watch them stomp in my name
But silly boys will never stop abusing me, 'cause of their exes before me to blame
I'm too damn golden to let another boy ever tarnish my vision
So the best answer to this equation is simple division
If I succeed to reclaim myself & my peace
Maybe watching me happily will shift their belief
Maybe when I finally walk away they'll all come to see
Because they never chose to rise to my level - they'll never be good enough for me
He smelled funny but she did not know
What it was until she lived with it
First they get funny, sometimes hysterical
Then something snaps
The first time it happened she did not understand
He began hitting her in the head with his hands.
Not playfully, not like a love thing.
She told him to stop.
Turned and saw his eyes. He had turned into a monster.
The eyes did not care; she knew she was in trouble.
The second, third, fourth, fifth and sixteenth times were worse.
It took more alcohol to get him to his happy stage.
More alcohol, more beatings. The last three times he had used a hammer.
Her children were begging her to press charges; they were grown now.
She could not do it. He always cried. Said he loved her. He was her baby.
She went to the morgue that last time.