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The world full of scumbags and liars
there is no civilization only backwards thinking
every corner has its human drunk and wasted
taken by the drug without which they cant function
no love in our hearts only hate, i am jealous that
you are all blind to this faith, i want to see the way
you all see it, this is the way of corruption
love is given for power, tears are just for poor
schools and diplomas are useless only connections
are the way to success, what happened to us
we all have lost our moral ways, we are sold
and the words that we speak cant find the ear
that wants to listen no shoulder to cry on
most of us don't understand most of us
food has become so expensive
it is the way of diet now days
the poorer you are the better for your health
less eating and more working
less talking more sucking
ugly man in the leather chair
and all the billions he uses to
wipe his ass with than down the toilet
what a waist, give it to the poor instead
billionaires should not exist
millionaires are too much
minimum wage is everywhere
why do sports pay so much
who are the famous people
for what and why do we pray
if prayer wont punish those who exploit
nothing makes sense, this world is dead
maybe we need a new start unfortunately
we really need it immediately, time is of essence.
Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away!
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!
We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.
Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.
Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.
Note: These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.
From Chicago to Tampa Bay in a Ford Granada some time in the mid- 70's. Unfortunately, we were not interested in mountains, because we took interstate 75 and drove through Tennessee 'at night'. We felt the elevation but never saw the Smoky Mountains.
As we proceeded south, our four year old kept asking, "Are we there yet?" Can you blame her? We should have had at least one mountain story to tell; and why did we not take time to enjoy the healthy smoke? We arrived in Tampa by way of mostly 'flat lands'.
On another occasion we drove from northern Mississippi to Atlanta. While there, we not only viewed, but also trekked until we grew tired. The visit on 'Stone Mountain' was a good one as we also enjoyed the beautiful water fall.
Fast forward to 1981, and find me driving a '79 chevy chevette from San Francisco to Lake Tahoe. Oh, what a ride! From just above sea level to over 9,000 feet and the worst head ache of my life. Our second child who was then four was on board, but he was head ache free. Nice sceneries, and mountains aplenty, but I should have had my head examined; not because of the elevation, but because I had the audacity to drive a Chevette.
Later in the early 80's with my entire family on board, I headed up another mountain in Marin County, Ca. This time there was plenty of room and power in an 8 cylinder full sized Chevy van. Just beyond the Golden Gate is Mt. Tamalpais, but we never reached the top, because my wife changed her mind.
My most recent mountain experience was a scenic view from a Jumbo Jet. Returning from a vacation by way of Portland, I had a nice view of *Mt. St. Helen 36 years after the mountain blew its top in 1980. No, that does not make me a 'Mountain Man'; but from where I sit 30 feet above sea level, it is rather refreshing.
08052017PSContest, Mountains, Julie Rodeheaver
*Or Was it Mt. Hood?
Not sure how fond I am of this write very different style to my usual genre. #experimenting
Well look whos back again
My old compardra
My closest companion chronic pain
What a lovely way to see in the new year
And spend new year's Day
Alone rolling around the bed
Unfortunately in agony
How romantic I bet it said
Maybe it is all in my head
My imagination running wild
Shame it's come up with something I dread
Why can't it just leave me alone
Is it intent on constantly reappearing
Till it's isolated me from everything
and everyone one I've known
Maybe I don't want to be alone
Maybe I don't want to be stuck in my head
Listening to all the negative things it's said
I just want to be free,
free of the pain and misery
It teased me for a time
I thought it had said it's goodbyes
But like a predator
It just allowed me enough time to recover
So It wouldn't all be ended and my casket buried
Before it pounced like a panther
And it sunk it's teeth in
right next to my gugular
Its not finished with me yet
like it would grant me a quick painless death
Why won't it just leave me be
or do the kind thing and put me out of my misery
Surely I've done my time served my servitude
Paid my pennants for whatever crime
Will it not be satisfied till it spills my blood
Or has me hung drawn and quartered
In one last final act of vengance
To inflict the ultimate pain on my broken body
Must I scream like William Wallace for freedom
Will it then relent and show me mercy
I think not, I think it thrives on my cries
Like a psychopath It smiles at my demise
I bet it loves to just sit and watch
Yes it's back again
But this time I don't think it sees the need for a reprieve,
this time it's never leaving it's not stopping
Because it has no plans on ever getting going or being gone.
Obviously I've got a lifers debt left owing,
it would no doubt say sing.
To USA from India
Greetings on your 235th Independence Day
You move ahead and move a little faster than before,
Your goals are still far ahead my friend,
Keep moving, even if you find the roads,
Not as smooth as it used to be in the past.
Just choose your new goals and friends carefully, and
Be careful in selecting new Goals,
Be very careful from those my friend,
Who may deceive or may overtake your good efforts,
While marching along with you on your way.
Some in this world still believe that everything is fare in War,
But unfortunately they do not believe in Love at all.
You have to do lot many things my friend,
While shaping the dreams of your people, and
Sharing your love and goodwill with those,
Who are really your well wishers and friends, but may be they are not
Walking with you, every time you move on a new road.
You have yet to win the hearts of many more,
Not by the powers of guns and your mighty force,
But by the power of freedom, Love and humanity and
The will to save this beautiful Earth.
These efforts would ultimately set aside, everything else, and
Would make your country not only prosperous and big.
But a Great Nation in true senses, my friend.
On this wonderful great day 4th July,
We sincerely give you our Good Wishes and Greetings to you,
O’ My friend, USA.
Greetings
On behalf of the peace loving people of my country India.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th July 2011
NOTE:
Greeting of 4th July to all my Poetry Soup friends.
I am posting this poem from a cyber café due to phone line problem.
Ravindra
I'll only be here periodically
because I quit my job at the WTC.
I went up to the boss and asked for my money.
I just no longer could handle any of this controversy
which will only promote more future disharmony,
plus I can't relate to my co workers cerebrally.
Every day I am surrounded with stupidity.
Time to get out before stupidity rubs off on me.
Working at the World Trade Center obviously
was very trying for me anyway emotionally.
Everyday
I felt like I was on my way
to work in a mass cemetery
where thousands of my loved ones were taken from me.
Reconstructing the World Trade Center unfortunately
is the only game in town left for one in the construction industry.
What can I say? Yours Truly must eat,
so once again
I'm earning a living
as an interstate trailer driver driving cross country.
Could one of you out there do me a favor please?
Someone
get a gun
and please shoot me.
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My Heart-
The great Powerhouse that stores up blood,
thumping incessantly in rising rhythm
The most vital organ in me.
The great fulcrum that works day and night
It being fragile with delicate tissues, incarcerated,
in the strong fortress of sternum and ribs.
It keeps working all through, sans rest.
If it goes on strike, our life will come to a stop.
It is a magic casket. It keeps beating-
lub-dub, lub-dub, sure, to my ears
Such a sweet music.
Yonder hills
are covered with an array of flowers,
we may only see this once
when our eyes are neither closed nor open.
Those far trees are as green as the sea
when the sun is low in the water,
or perhaps
beneath the sea-green
they are
as multihued as any rainbow.
We perceive only
their imperfect reflections -
eyes deceive and the world
is upside down.
All mountains are aquamarine blue
whether covered in ice or not,
this we may want to be true
or deny,
yet truth is a glimpse into a window
that we first must open.
Unfortunately, we have long since
painted this world,
with a blind artists brush.
Vision comes
when the light of the mind
is brighter than that which is seen.
I sincerely apologize on my own behalf
It has taken me so long
To have eventually woken up
And to respond and reply
To you as you did to me
As I was so taken up in my own ego and self
With you complimenting and embellishing me
With undue undeserving praise
I never was able or took my time to realize
Whilst you were complementing me
Backing up my own delusional thoughts
Thinking believing and buying into
Just how smart I thought I was
What I failed to sadly and unfortunately
Realize was just how smart you in fact
Actually you we're rather than me
And now I have finally seen the light
I sincerely apologize
I let my ego run away and get so out of hand
And also now more than ever sincerely appreciate
You are still willing to accept my apology
So in some small inconsequential way
I feel my debt and your faith in me
Was and has been repaid
Watching snow collide...
Watching snow ascend...
Watching it zig zag with technical pride
Watchung snow descend...
I view my window as the wind lets out its blow
Caught a gaze at it a few times about some years ago
Autumn hasn’t ended yet, my friend
I’ll meet you from beginning to end
I got distracted…
So sidetracked from the start,
Chasing snow on the TV screen
I got attracted…
So deceived with lust in heart
The snow outside is glimmering gold
Our imagination inside never grows old
I keep staring at the television screen,
Wondering where you’ve been…again…
Bewildered, yet calm and collected
I want to be accepted, not rejected
I saw snow on the TV screen,
But I’d rather chase snow outside, so don’t intervene
Life is full of distractions
Generally, It’s for our satisfactions..
Yet, millions suffer day by day
I sink and drown in consideration and dismay
I am frustrated
Let me look less jaded
I’d rather watch and observe sadly…
I can’t do anything about it unfortunately
Turn off the television
Look into my weary eyes
It’s ultimately your decision
If you want to believe in truths or lies
Just so that you know
I ran into your mind's snow
Your brain is glitching insane
We both are on a different lane
Chasing…inside...snow…
I don’t know why I do so
Just so that you know,
I seek the truth behind the lie, you know?
Chasing…outside…snow