Long Vented Poems
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I know how to lie,
to hide,
to make believe that everything is just fine.
A fresh coat of paint to hide the termite infested foundation.
A new roof so no one can see the shake of the walls.
A new door with a new mat that says welcome.
But no one is truly welcome inside.
I learned how to smile, but I can't force it to reach my eyes.
I learned how to add a cheer to my voice that covers the obvious lie.
I learned how to pretend that everything is just fine.
But nothing is fine.
I am not fine.
No one cares unless you are on the roof.
And no one believes you without the scars.
No one expects a real answer when they ask how you are doing,
because no one cares until you are on the news.
They didn't text you while you were alive but they cried at your funeral.
And they didn't listen when you vented but they will sit at the reading of the will.
They will pray for you when you lose your job but they offer no actual support.
They won't text you on your birthday but they will accept a party favor.
And no one cares until you are dead.
Didn't know the man,
a man she called my father.
In the hot, humid summer,
sounds of Cicada and smell of Pines,
polyester miniskirts, the summer of sixty-nine.
Didn't know the man,
a man she called my father.
They came from seas of wheat,
great fields of green,
two young lovers from the heartland.
Didn't know the man,
a man she called my father.
This man known only by the Kodak.
This man, with his helmet and jet,
and this little blond boy who had his hero.
Didn't know the man,
a man she called my father.
A little boys embrace never known,
a little boys love never sown,
and his daddy's heart ache that kept him away.
Didn't know the man,
a man she called my father.
Pensive moments, tears, crushing pain,
and anger vented it surely was,
for why else would a daddy leave his little blond boy.
I'll never know or understand.
It remains sealed in the heart of the man I didnt know.
A man she called my father.
Life had done you wrong
Had taken away your song
You felt you didn’t belong
But why couldn’t you be strong?
You went on a shooting craze
Left behind a bloody maze
And little children in a daze
Did you think you’d get praise?
You had demons in your mind
So an outlet you had to find
Vented on children who are kind
Did self-loathing make you blind?
In the end you took your life
Left parents with nightmares rife
And pain twisting like a knife
Will there be no end to this strife?
Little children are now dead
Who will never be tucked in bed
Little classmates filled with dread
Couldn’t you kill your demon instead?
Your pain wouldn’t go away
So you made the innocent pay
Now the horror is here to stay
When you meet God, what will you say?
Rodney King said it best.
"Why can't we all just get along?"
Anger is an emotion when unleashed,
it causes harm.
Like firing a gun, you can't take the
bullet back, the damage is already done!
It's a Narcissistic, Psychopathic trait,
to unleash venom, in an uncontrollable way!
No regard for your fellow man and woman,
I must say.
"Remember this, it's not the things you say that matter,
It's the things you don't say."
Treat Others How You Would Want To Be Treated.
No put downs or foul language needed.
Remember it's your reputation showing,
The rocks will come back that you are throwing!
When you hurt someone( Man Up) or( Woman Up) to apologize.
Your a bigger man or woman. When you do whats right.
No one's perfect we all make mistakes,
but get over it, move on, for Pete's Sake.
Michael Tor 10/21/2015
We all sometimes get angry. Anger is an emotion that needs to be controlled. If not it causes harm to where its vented, and instead of you controlling it, it controls you.
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Spoken said
Verbalized declared enunciated
Given aired voiced
Brought out whispered
Proclaimed commented
Blurted breathed broadcasted
SPOKEN
Asserted affirmed promulgated
Spoken truths and untruths
Advertised where am I to be casted
Publicized overwhelmed subdued demoralized
BROKEN
Talked discussed uttered thrown up despaired
Vented broadcast gasped phrased up and out
Broken
Snarled shot ripped (out)
Silently diverted screams of dispersions’
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
SPOKEN
Shared passed announced Be it so,
Spoken is the broken speech at naught
Alleged ventilated averred formulated
Drawled avowed
Doubted Be it so, spoken is the broken
BROKEN
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
Shared passed announced
Be it so, spoken is the broken speech at naught
Broken is Spoken
Quiet marks the spot
5/4/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
11/18/22
Heart is
Cold like the Arctic
They bark quick
Gosh darn this
You wanted to start it
Now you're wrapped up in carpet
Walking barefoot across hot coals
Soul cold like the North Pole
A bunch of trolls
Full of the same ole'
Moving on nearby gulls
Continually I cull
The proof is null
With or without me having to mull
Much unknown like Pluto
These fools don't
Have a chance even in a duo
Softer than proscuitto
Focused on too much that is pesudo
From here to way beyond Juneau
Onto something bigger than Sumo
The masses flock onto the next trend
Leading down to a dead end
The message clear even written in red pen
My help often asked for not always extended
As they vented
So easily people are offended
Falsely or accurately reported journalism
Many fast to form opinions
It all was up to the courts decision
I made yet another step closer toward wisdom
I don't know what I'm writing for,
didn't start to find the cure
or rewind the cord
to find a vision true and pure
started to express distress
regarded as a mental mess
a brief relief and gentle ease
unheard words found release
polluted air surrounding ceased
clues poured spare with each piece
and every layer had an underneath
each more gruelling full of grief
an Autumn Fall turning every leaf
finding fitted Lego bricks but no design
a puzzle with no box
random pieces hard to slot
gritty echoes from sickening times
pulled from the rubble stock of my decline
separate scenes on one timeline
separated by my own mind
people, places, a point in time,
spaced through thought naive and blind,
this string of knots is one combined
not many which have got intertwined
each scenario more crazy
unlikely yet more maybe
cuz answers without knowledge
grew confusion ever solid, dipstick
gas clouds so thick in places liquid
fused and never flowing
just floating never knowing
expelling as I wrote,
clearing horror shows,
which emotionally and mentally stoked
could have turned, forget and go,
but in agony the ink flowed,
as though my pen morphed the gas
covering up my past, until at last
the understanding is grasped
understood and let it pass,
but the years are empty,
I've vented free,
so i guess now i write reinventing me,
and who knows maybe eventually
pressing on, willing, adventurously
I began because you didn't listen to me
Volcanic Myth
Hard hitting hammer
sparking pyroplastic flows.
Blowing bellows stoke
billowing pillars of fire.
Ash and cinders, remains
of dying white hot coals
pushed violently skyward
cover all in a drab gray.
The earth trembles and shakes
as mighty Vulcan grunts
with each swing of his
muscular arm.
Fiery jets of flame
spew from his pot
as he anneals iron
in the bubbling cauldron.
As he works, torrents
of sweat flow in to the
fire, hissing and steaming
clouds of vapor vented to the sky.
When he tires, or the last
iron has been cast. The fires
are banked and temblors
cease.
Mighty Vulcan rests for
now. Waiting for the next
call from the Gods. Waiting to
vent his wrath once more.
Note: This is Day 1 of 7 of a writing exercise they had us do when I was in this half way house after my stay in the mental health unit. It wasn't something they required to be written in poem form or rhyme or anything. That's just me. I actually think writing in rhyme helps me to express myself. :)
Who Am I ?
I am the breeze, I do as I please.
If you want to know just watch me blow.
The aftermath will show the trail I'm on.
Just don't blink for soon I'll be gone.
You say you want my guts.
If you think you're going to get that, you're nuts.
I can do these little exercises.
But I don't trust them who despises.
So when the sun comes back around.
You'll see I'm planted firm on the ground.
Yesterday's ambitions are all used up.
So today, I'll just pour another cup.
Reflections come in many ways.
I'm left looking for the one that pays.
Day 1: Who am I?
I am me until I die.
I didn't say they were good. :) Just vented my angst as I thought I should. :)
Ah! To lie back and relax in the cushions of my recliner!
At the end of a wearisome day, nothing could be finer!
Alas, even Simba the cat considers it his favorite lair.
That I can tell by the tufts of yellow hair clinging there!
Its arms have embraced me in many a snoreful snooze.
With the cat in my lap, then it's off with my shoes!
I read my Bible in the comfort of my old chair,
And chat with the Lord as I offer Him my prayer!
Pleasurable are the times I hold the grandkids on my lap,
Regaling them with tales as they drift off to nap.
From it I've hurled abuse at my favorite football team,
And vented my rage at politicians' every ploy and scheme!
Settled in the chair I like to muse and reminisce,
Recalling fond memories of places and people I miss.
'Tis my oasis for listening to music to help me unwind.
I can kick up my feet and retreat from the daily grind!
Flopped in the chair, I've read great books about this and that,
And with my spouse nearby, I've enjoyed many an intimate chat.
With embers aglow on the grate, there's no place I'd rather be,
As we savor a mug o' coffee or a steaming cup o' tea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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