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I bet the intelligent people see us as apes
Just a bunch of baboons always making mistakes
Some people think it takes character to be fake
I look at those people and think “brain of an ape”
Some take the advantage and get what they get
When it’s their disadvantage they get really upset
Most people fail to see a second perspective
They can only see one and they can’t be corrected
Those inflated egos seem to go with delusion
Crap at everything it’s a fact for refusing
The kindest individuals always the ones getting used
They are so very friendly they allow themselves too
The dominant people have the least to offer
except dominance... what if they meet one another
that’s when you see evolution has many levels
the medieval still with us thinking they deserve medals
Some people are jokers they want you to laugh
it opens the door they get poked fun at for that
I used to think happiness was something contagious
I now know it makes people bitter and heinous
Most fall in love with someone not in love
Hate being together but splitting up is too tough
Top politicians are the biggest suck ups
how else would they ever get that far up
Sometimes I can’t sleep so I see what’s flowing
my brain half asleep I say it’s not a bad poem
Have you not heard of the legend
of Terror Turkey Tom?
Who roams the woods punishing those
who do Thanksgiving wrong?
The bird with an unending hate
for those folks that he sees
putting up their Christmas décor
exceedingly early.
None now how the bird for like this,
though many have their say,
some thing a Christmas-hating witch
cursed him to be this way.
Others think he’s a demon-bird,
sent from the pits of Hell,
or that he watched Christmas Carol
and didn’t react well.
Whatever made Tom so upset,
and no one knows the truth,
what’s clear is if you put up lights
early, he comes from you.
On one chilly November 1st
he found a big box store,
and destroyed the fake Christmas trees
they’d put out on the floor.
The next day he happened upon
a blow-up Santa Claus,
the kids cried when the found St. Nick
shredded up by his claws.
One of those light-up reindeer was
the next foe on his mind,
he tore poor Rudoph’s antlers off,
as warning to his kind.
When he saw blinking lights strung out
before Thanksgiving Eve,
he pecked out every single one,
how greatly did he seethe.
He saw one woman putting up
garlands before the snow,
pecked her shins ’till her yoga pants
no longer could be sown.
When festive elves went up after
the night of Halloween,
he pecked their eyes so all would know
exactly what he means.
Most say that he is sill out there
hunting the green and red,
if seen before Thanksgiving Day
then you will know his dead.
You’ll hear his gobble in the night
and you will know the pain
of what happens when Holidays
don't stay in their own lane;
So mind the seasons as they come,
don’t push Christmas too far,
or else Tom the Terror Turkey
is coming to your yard.
So sorry to make you feeling upset
Though you said it wasn’t my fault
But the consequence from that
Is the silence that I have got
And the full moon was performing
The pantomime through the clouds
And invisible stars were falling
Down on the black and white ground
I won every card game today
Including the crescent solitaire
I didn’t know what kept you away
I was staring at the monitor
It was 9th of Jabuary, Thursday
Time was at its fastest run
It was Jimmy Page’s birthday
Now he turned eighty one
Where were you, who can tell
What you were doing today
If you have heard my bell
It was all I could think to say.
My beautiful wife, my world,
Why did you do this? Why leave?
I'm devastated and confused.
All I can do is grieve.
Each day I'm without you,
My heart breaks more and more.
I lost my purpose for living
When you walked out the door.
What's the reason you left?
I wonder night and day.
I don't understand this.
Why did you walk away?
I thought our love was good.
Did I do something to upset you?
All I have is your memory.
I'm lost. What do I do?
I miss holding you close to me
And how you feel under my touch.
I miss your laugh and you being here.
I miss everything so much.
I'm begging you to come back.
Is there anything that I can do?
I'd do anything in this world
To get back to loving you.
Don't get upset with all this mess that I'm about to reveal
I can't control the need to convey exactly how I feel
I hate you
It's true, I really do
I hate your hair, I hate your face, I hate that fake smile that shows
I hate your lips, I hate you cheeks and even the eyes that look down your nose
I hate your ego, I hate your humor and exactly where you stand
I hate your charm, I hate your look, I hate the way you don't understand
I hate the pain that my heart must hide
I hate that I hate on the inside
I hate that you're the only person whose made me feel this way before
I'm sure you hate me too, but I'm sure I hate you more
I've had this spool of wire for nearly 20 years.
And I’m almost out of it.
Sure, people may look at it and be confused at my sadness.
They’ll ask why I’m so fixated on this spool of wire.
But, inside my head I just keep thinking to myself.
I’ve had this spool of wire for nearly 20 years, and now?
I’m almost out of it.
Sure its tightly wound, held together tightly by the forces that be,
The whole thing under tension unless I’m near people I trust to unravel it.
But I’ve- I’ve had it for almost 20 years.
Now I’m almost out of it.
And- I’m looking down at it, the same way I did 20 years ago and just-
It’s almost gone.
This wire,
This steel straight I’ve had for 20 years,
This.
Lifeline.
It’s almost gone.
Sure theres some rust on the underside,
Sure there’s cuts in places from when I got mad or upset-
But
It's almost gone.
And it’s stupid, I know it is,
But- I looked up to this spool,
This thing I always had.
I realized I had it in my mind that it would always be here.
Now its clear it won’t be one day.
And- I’ll need to get a new one,
With the knowledge it’ll also run out, 20 years from now.
IF I could make maize grow in a desert
Then that power I possess by your will,
That which can make static air become wind,
That which can cause trees swing side by side.
If I feel down and out right now,
It is that I am not living by your shadow
For when I walk in your shadow I feel my heart serene,
It gives me strength to walk on, to live
THE moment I stray far from you,
I come face-a-face with my enemies I fear,
I meet straight out with devastation,
I discover that all green grass is brown-scorched
And flowers of yesterday have drooped in the sun
As if sulking as in suffering from a cold;
The mountain appears massive and strange
And I speculate: alone who can craft a mountain?
The flash I drift far from you,
The sea ripples with fumed waves and iced storms
As if it is a combat zone for warring nations
WHEN I struggle with you in my soul,
I get upset and my essence sheds tears
Not of hate, but of my incredible love for you,
I am derisory and without you am dead
For I cannot have sane mind-set anymore,
I feel like a man who died two centuries ago.
I cannot lope far from you as your shadow is ample
And it has unsullied, piercing eyes
That can see anything veiled and exposed;
I cannot talk sick of you my superior,
Your sharp ear resembling that of a wild hare
Hears the lot I whisper, you are amazing
I will not think perverse of you
Since you already know what I think,
You know when I am faking at you.
SO by your shadow I shall subsist,
It is not momentary like that of human beings,
Even when the sun is out of the array
And when the moon has botched as often,
Your shadow still shall be felt universally,
Though it can never be seen by man;
By your shadow I shall live
And my heart and soul I shall wholly give you
As a token of my sky-love for you my grace.
What else can I give you other than my heart?
Other than my passionate true love?
Vagrant lover:
You were my first my last.There shall never be another you.You are a lifetime you are my life.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
You are a crazy vagrant lover.
My heart is crazy in your love.
I have recognized as to who you are?
I have made you mine.
I donot know?
What is real love?
You teased me and awakened love in my heart
I was unaware of love and you taught me about love.
Love is tough. Love survives through the worst of situations, and thrives through hope. Even when things seem hopeless love will find it's way.
Break a mirror, break a stone, but don't break my heart after making me your real lover.
Don't leave my love alone after bringing me till here.
From where i never start my new life again without you.
Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
If you get upset then I'll go so far away from your real life that.I won't return even if you call me all of your life.
I won't return back again.
I won't return back again.
Love is physiologically a legal battle that lovers fight until death.
Beloved, you won and I lost against your love.
Please come back, this won't happen again.
Beloved, you won and I lost against your love.
Please come back, this won't happen again.
This won't happen again.
This won't happen again.
I am a crazy vagrant lover.
My heart is crazy in your love.
I have recognized as to who you are?
Thats why i made you mine being as a true everlasting life partner after Halal Nikah for life time basis.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Lights on dark canvas, the bow drawn back
A star arrow poised to shoot into the black
The archer's eye aims, he fires into space
But what is the target?The human race?
The brightness approaches, slowly at first
And then it explodes, a fiery burst
The end's really here, but then I wake up
Orion's still there, I reach for my cup
A dreamer I am, a spaceman I'm not
But I long to get up there away from this rot
I'll build a rocket to escape all my woes
From bric a brac things and some dirty old clothes
Escape from this life, have hope in my mind
Avoid this world's harm, be strong and be kind
I won't get upset, I'll live life at full throttle
Strive on and reach upwards, then I reach for my bottle
Constellations can wait, tomorrows always there
For mortals like me though I'm just Gods dare
Life is just pointless, I'm going to bed
With my friends Jack and Charlie I may wake up dead
Or maybe they'll take me to the place I dream of
Into the heavens where I can find love
My mind is my prison, my mind gives me hope
Addiction takes hold though, like a hangman's rope
My age was twenty, and I’d just been wed.
In three months I was pregnant. It had not
been planned. So what went on inside my head
to simply let it happen with no thought?
It was a different era. Even though
we were dirt poor, we did not think things through.
Get married; then give parenthood a go.
Our church advised this as the thing to do.
I found a job while still attending school
to help with the expenses. Feeling gross
was awful, but it passed, and things got cool.
My tummy grew, and soon my time grew close.
To go through labor pains gave me some fear,
but I was ready just to get it done!
The doctor told me as my time grew near,
the heartbeat was a boy’s. I’d have a son!
From start until the end, labor took me
more than twenty hours, and it felt great
to get the anesthesia finally!
To see my son at last I couldn’t wait!
My mom had birthed five girls, so I was thrilled
to think it was a boy for my first born.
But soon my heart with disappointment filled.
I’d carried a boy nine months, I could have sworn!
“It’s a girl,” the doctor said. Upset
I felt, but then her precious face I saw!
Great joy replaced my very brief regret,
and gazing at my daughter, I knew awe!
July 20, 2018 for Joys And Tears Of Being An Expectant Parent (Mother-Father) Poetry Contest of Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser
CONGRATS on your EXPECTED BABY!!!