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Some guys many skills have mastered,
I blush when I try to tell little lies
and shaking I reveal my fakeness;
quite a few girls have slapped me hard.
Cindy went on vacation heading South,
she warned me priming up her mouth,
" Don't mess around with my girlfriend,
don't touch her! " I kept quite and grinned.
I refused to listen and promise I wouldn't;
her look expressed a plausible doubt,
I was a playboy in search of a hideaway
and while she was gone, I could surely play.
And fun I had through those two weeks,
Chrissy, the girl with pink and yellow hair,
asked me for a date, I couldn't refuse her
we headed down to the nearest beach to kiss.
Other nights we went to the movies,
we stuffed our mouths with buttery popcorn
and laughed hard spilling our drinks;
cheating on Cindy never induced guilt or scorn.
The time came for me to be slapped hard in the head
for being such a naughty boy, a liar without guilt
who cheated with her best friend to start a conflict
and ready to face embarrassment, I seemed not afraid.
One July evening when Chrissy and I were kissing
on the velvety sofa, I heard crackling noises coming
from the kitchen, heavy footsteps started approaching...
" Who is that? I hollered while my fret was increasing.
" It's me, pretty boy! I am back! You will regret this a lot!"
her shrilling voice was a rumbling thunder incurring fright,
" We are watching, " Friends "! I made up a silly excuse,
" You kissed Chrissy! You promised me you wouldn't have cheated! "
" Blame her, she tempted me! " I couldn't resist her! " I exclaimed.
" Silly boy, enough of your games...you have much to lose! "
" Ah, shameless liar, get out my sight! " And dashing towards me
she slapped me in the head making me feel her hard blow, " Come Chrissy,
she's going crazy! If she thought I was untrustworthy, why did she
she go on vacation? To test me? " I condemned her action with asperity.
Written on 7/3/2016
This castle built on sand
wouldn't stand the wind of the bay,
or the waves anyhow...
It wasn't built in a minute;
it took many days
to erect it from the earth...
Ah, real trust starts in the eyes!
Wouldn't a lie tear down...
this castle built on sand?
Untrustworthy eyes of Eve,
temptation ends here;
no desire I will grant now...
A castle is a fortress
to guard love's sweetness,
and defend it from your lies...
Step on the serpent which creeps,
take away those lips;
I would like to live, not die...
This castle built on sand,
was made by a dream;
not by hands fearing the sea...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I’ve got so much to say,
But my words don’t come out right.
Thoughts stacked in my chest,
Heavy, ready to fight.
I try to speak, but I freeze,
The words just slip away.
I need to let it all out,
But I don’t know what to say.
I’m screaming inside,
But my voice won’t break through.
I just need someone to listen,
To hear what I’m going through.
I’m not hiding, just tangled,
Stuck with nowhere to go.
I want to let someone in,
But the words refuse to show.
I’ve tried to scream, but it’s silent,
The words disappear like dust.
All this pain I carry with me,
But trust just hurts too much.
Maybe someday I’ll find the strength,
To speak without the doubt,
But until I know they’ll listen,
I’ll keep my heart locked out.
Maybe someday I’ll find the strength,
To speak without the fear,
But until I know they’ll listen,
I’ll keep my words right here.
Power is never empty.
It waits.
To be taken.
Or surrendered.
The people choose.
Then forget.
And in forgetting,
they kneel
without knowing.
For they are ruled—
not by wisdom,
but by hunger.
Men without virtue rise.
Not by merit.
But by noise.
They promise order.
They deliver ruin.
The crowd applauds.
The state decays.
A ruler without conscience
is not a leader.
He is a danger.
For he fears no judgment.
And respects no tomorrow.
What is a nation
in the hands of fools?
A ship
adrift in darkness.
A march
toward an unseen fall.
Blood is spilled.
Not for justice.
But for illusion.
They speak of democracy.
Yet act as kings.
They wear virtue
as a mask—
But beneath it:
ambition.
Control.
Silence.
Niccolò Machiavelli once warned:
Power reveals the man.
And now
the mask has fallen.
Donald Trump
Benjamin Netanyahu
Not as saviors.
But as signs.
Of something deeper.
Something broken.
For it is not they alone
who shape the world—
It is those
who allow them
to remain.
Why trust
the untrustworthy?
Why follow
the blind?
A people that tolerates decay
becomes part of it.
Silence
is consent.
And consent
is power.
You ask
why the world burns?
Because a few decide—
and the many
watch in silence.
But power can return.
When minds awaken.
When voices rise.
The world
is not theirs.
It is ours.
And it will be saved—
or lost—
By what we choose
to tolerate.
Sandalwood Fan
On the verandah of the Moana Hotel
Not too many years ago
Under the great banyan beside the
beach at Waikiki
They would bring a fragrant sandalwood fan
to all the guests that ordered tea.
They set it before you in its own fancy stand
the most alluring fragrance wafted on demand,
when you opened it’s carved blades
and gently fanned.
Given to holders on an honor system
Understood to return on leaving…
Sadly, too many proved untrustworthy.
after a time- these fans became un-available
A friend who had shared many tea- times there, with me
one day -sent me a small gift from China
A slim package which when opened re-kindled memory
A glass topped case holding a sandalwood fan
just for me
Suzanne Delaney
God simply made man and woman
to be together for the rest of their lives;
it's a blessing this heedless world
has not completely known,
it's so rare nowadays
to see two people in love
and promise each other to b faithful:
is it all si impossible?
Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men give their while hearts full of gold
to those who really love them;
I have come to know a good man
who did just that for his woman,
and he still loves her although he's old!
Unfaithful man, would you rather have
an unhappy home or feel joy
as sublime as a sunrise showing its glory?
Untrustworthy man, give up what you crave:
you can be the strongest man on earth
and still can't stop the tears gathered inside!
Real men don't cheat on their women,
real men admire and cherish them 'till they're gone...
to be beside them and share a lovely dream,
to encourage and strenghten them when they're weak!
The waters were solid and murky in the deep
But clear toward the top where the two-legged sleep.
No humans were around at this time of night.
They would have been astounded by this incredible sight.
A young dolphin had swum to the surface, attracted by light.
Waiting in anticipation, as the water began to turn bright.
Lit by the flames of a large dragon diving in from the moon.
His large blue eye came down to the dolphin, in a gentle swoon.
The trusting dolphin kept his eyes alert, but was not afraid.
He knew his secret talents were revered in this simple glade.
The dragon began to converse with him without using words.
The two communicated with telepathy, as do many fey herds.
The dragon wanted instructions as to whether the aliens were safe.
The dolphin told him that many were lovely, they were a human race.
A few others were abrupt, impolite, untrustworthy, and a tiny bit rude.
But they were pretty advanced for this planet, not totally crude.
Are they careful of other's feelings? The dragon wanted to know.
The dolphin told him that some had empathetic ways, aura of glow.
Most of the young ones are respectful and kind to each other.
Dragon thanked him, and the dolphin went back to his mother.
She slept soundly in the ocean so dangerously dark and deep.
The dragon went back to his planet, and reported to the King of Meep.
The King asked if they would be better living down below the water.
The dragon agreed it might be the best; I know for she is my daughter.
Forgive me, children
For walking through the desert
Thinking the world was dry and barren
While lying on the wet, dewy grass
...limited vision
Forgive me, children
For focusing on used clothing
Thinking new is necessary and natural
While being fully covered in skilled threading
...hidden desire
Forgive me, children
For preventing control of rules and ways
Thinking soil had to be free from contaminants
While covering the ground with fertilizer
...mangled roots
Forgive me, children
For not leaving you in the care of others
Thinking love was limited and untrustworthy
While flowing in the process of healing
...unsubstantiated allegations
Against the Creator
Forgive me, children
For my experience of life
Thinking out was in
While being, now, where I've always been
Alive...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/28/2022
I am silvery and clear—have no cultural biases.
I quickly consume all that I analyze.
Without affiliations or antagonisms, I am.
I am neither harsh nor untrustworthy.
On the opposite wall—I contemplate.
It has a blotchy pink hue—I've seen it for a while.
It's probably in my mind—yet it flutters.
The sights and darkness restrain us apart.
A frog in a well—has never seen an ocean.
As you delve into the abyss,
Roots and buds grow deeper.
In the sky there—grows a tree called "Life."
And the marvel isn't alone in the sky.
I hold it dear in my heart.
I maintain it close to my heart.
Accept a tally of—our affection for You.
You have my undying—boundless love.
While unseen, my soul reaches you.
Smiles and despair have been my life!
With my grief and the faith of my youth.
Written: March 16, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1199 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
You certainly feel no guilt
for your uncontrolled emotions
showing a need for resistance,
a sign of a certain insistence;
oh,you are untrustworthy and restless
disregarding all of the consequences
and unable to pull out of this mess,
but you can prevent all that!
Let me tend to your need today,
and I won't compromise my fidelity
over a foolish urge of mine:
let me rise to the challenge
and give you another chance to change,
because forgiveness
is the true voice of a selfless heart;
because forgiveness
wipes off all resentment
with a joyful smile...
Tomorrow seems a long way off
and when it comes, it won't plead;
it'll sweep you aside:
erasing your frantic laugh,
to make you regret all that you missed,
all that you didn't give...
I have kept my loyalty;
now,give up your vanity...