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Sorry if I leave you star shooken
I’m just doing me
I’m just dancing like no one is looking
All the good things are taken
So I’m looking for great
I’m eating sweat potatoes and success
Man I love what’s on my plate
Hate me
Regret me
Does it look like I care?
I have Whitney
Tired of these Hedgehog lookin Heffas
Who told you yall was pretty
I am poison ivy
But you can’t get rid of me
I'm doing me
2 quarters 5’3
Hold a grudge
You don’t matter
Only blue matters
Be vindictive
I’m eating sweat potatoes and success
Man I love what’s on my plater
Does it look like I care
I have 2 jobs and I’m healthy
I'm doing things that make me happy
Thank you Jasmine Hines cause she compels me
I'm doing me
Act like a b
I’ll climb into your mind
Like little white boys climb trees
Call me names
Do what you please
Just make sure you don’t come my way with you fleas
Does it look like I care?
It's not like I believe you
I know you're full of sin
You're just a liar
Keep to yourself
I'm doing me
And I'm not feeling sorry
Karma is real
It'll come back around
You think you're free from me
Think again
The loss of me will haunt you
I'm just an American boy
With a Kentucky soul
A unorthodox spirit
Two coffee brown eyes
An Angela Renee heart
French lips
A midget body
A pisces attitude
A hair grease mind
2 awesome dogs
1 awesome sister
1 missing sister
1 piss poor sister
A Lexington love
A set of piss poor social skills
A Phoenix Place childhood
All the way to the end
Ima eat everything on my plate
No if, ands, or depends
If I piss you off
Better go buy you some depens
Only truth matters
Only blue matters
You read to the very end
So only you matter
Was my son vindictive? My wife just stared at the sight!
There on the floor was the old ugly vase
My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day.
And my wife know how much love my son had for it.
Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive
For he has a special place in my heart,
Still, I feel the pain he caused to my wife,
And all because we had such a small tiff.
Wish I could see him now; I'll give him a piece of my mind,
But then I'll say I love you, and hold him in my arms.
Grudgingly would he mend the ugly vase?
There, he's back; it did not take him long. Guess what he said?
"Darling, that pesky cat has broken our vase."
A smile shone on his impish face.
Promptly, he handed me a new vase
A copy of one of my aunt Melinda's saved the day.
NB Fiction
Be strong in your beliefs and opinions
Give and receive them respectfully
Discuss , debate, disagree ,
Devoid of anger and intimidation
Be polite and behave graciously
Don’t try and change opinions
Or what others believe
With intimidation and insults
Just amicably disagree
Why the desire to be hurtful
Trying to out-speak and outdo
Using sarcasm just to be heard
Desperate for control and that final word
Stop being childish and hateful
Bullying is not a game
Spewing ugly vindictive words
Is not the way to make positive change
Insecurities play a part with bullies
Due to lack of self worth and self esteem
Feeling stronger in who they are
When humiliating and simply being mean
Strive for a better way
Strive for a more positive you
There are no wrongs or rights
Just different points of view
Try kindness and compassion
Seek qualities in your fellow mankind
Don’t engage in belittling interactions
Igniting troubled minds
Life is not a competition
A constant game of tit for tat
Being confrontational and critical
Is not the way decent humans act
You have created your own personal battle field
Fuelled by antagonism and controversy
It must be so emotionally draining
Being consumed with malice and negativity
I walked along a one way street,
A one way street inside my head.
I was in charge of every thought I made, every step I took,
I knew exactly every word I said.
But people mistook me, didn’t listen,
Mistaking the meaning of what I spoke.
They heard the words in a different way than had been intended,
It was only ever meant to be a joke.
But then I thought just maybe my humor,
Wasn’t funny, instead being crude and strange.
It was rude, vindictive, laced with venom, antagonism and spite,
The direction I walked would need to change.
I walked along a one way street,
A one way street inside my mind.
Unfortunately I walked the wrong way entirely against the traffic,
My compassion needed reflection to be redefined.
Jealousy is crimson
Envy is green
They can make you vindictive
They can make you so mean!
They raise up their heads
So ugly and cruel
At inopportune moments
They can make you a fool!
You blow up in anger
And take a great fit
To find you're in error
And now must admit!
Why do we do it?
Why are we prone
To fits of frustration
When proof is unknown?
It has no place
In a loving affair
So have faith in your partner
Give them some air!
It will go a long way
To a happier time
If you trust each other
And your hearts are in rhyme!
Jealousy is crimson
Envy is green
They can make you vindictive
They can make you so mean!
Trying to pass an elephant
Through a needle is crazy and irrational
That's a narrow path to nonsense
Trying to fake it or to faint
That you score when you drop the ball
Every time is highly deceptive
That's a spooky way to show unintelligence
A sore loser is pusillanimous and vindictive
An illustrious leader accepts defeat and concedes
After losing a long battle. Bad or foolish deeds
Merit no rewards or compensation
Great men show comprehension, compassion
Bravery and true leadership in a crisis
Doing the impossible thing is not a basis
To a successful outcome. Common sense
Prevails all the time. Ignorance and intolerance
Deserve no defense. A man with a magnanimous heart
And bravery is a hero who puts nobody apart
Because unity wins all the time. Division is a cancer
That destroys dreams, hope and a better future
A genius keeps everything relative, relevant and simple
And stays away from anything that's senseless and impossible.
Copyright © December 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Here I am again, the familiar forest;
this time, darker than usual, except
for the faint light of the moon
hidden behind the tall pine trees.
The light is opaque and I am finding
it annoying as it plays hide and seek
through an oval opening here and there.
Deeper in I walk, and then that awful,
grim and gruesome thought takes
over me...that I may come face to face
again with that vicious, vindictive
beast in this dark forest. I know it is
here...I've seen it before...it rises like a
tall, giant monolith, like something
I've seen in a museum. I am so
frightened. Why do I patronize this
place when I always have fear as a
prelude to stay away! Is it pride...
the need to escape and feel victorious?
Suddenly light! Oh yes...I am awake!
And how fortunate I feel...amazing!
Just my recurring dream. How delightful
my nightmare is over. The brilliance of
light has overcome my darkness once more!
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Make a Poem *2 ~ Darkness Versus Light
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged: 07/27/2016
Required words to use: awful, amazing, annoying. grim,
gruesome, delightful.frightened, fortunate, finding, monolith,
moon, museum.oval, opaque, opening, patronize, pride, prelude.
I paused me on the unstable deck of inquisitiveness
Jailbird the mind is but seized in the remorseful cell
To be learned thyself I bought the grace of flower
It sold me in the furnished market of hatred press
Reformatory house reformed me all through seen
But unseen I breathed the furnace of vindictive vein
I regained the pause which declared an inner war
Against me, I won the self- except the love I’m fiend
No defeated phase of the soul I met and found there
Human as man and woman- a respective cycle of creation
Though divisions dyed the eyes of thinking thoroughly
For the peace, all illuminated the harmony in the nature
With love, I wanna stand on the peak of natural beauty
Where every heaven is built as a room of humanity
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
11/05/2023
Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want to be fondled by the men they’ve accepted as dates or trysts. There are those that say stop when the drink is being filled and others who express their prohibitive word – STOP – when they’ve finally heard all the bellowing they can take for one round between them and a spouse, a sibling or a child. Stop can mean that a road, whether paved, dirt or vindictive, has finally come to an end and this is where the rubber meets the pavement, where the dog-eared finish meets the truth, where the lifetime meets with its fate and even, possibly, when the heart meets its beat and together, two are merged as another sign, pointing one way. STOP means wait, forget it, pause for just a bit. But, mostly STOP means to bar the way so that no one can say you came to a rolling stop because you know, without a doubt, you absolutely stopped before continuing on your way, discovering the direction of your destiny, your fate.
Just a sign to stop
Unsupervised it is not
Sojourn from the start
A petite yet sinewy muscle, exuding charisma,
A citadel of expression, tenacious in awe.
Its tentacles sting with a vindictive jest,
While cavernous blooms cradle the nectar’s quest.
Cobblestoned emotions jade my mental slate,
As chronicles surface, vivid and up to date.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea.
Nervous breakdowns drown me by the shore;
Patronizing gazes weigh heavily on my core.
A colossal trial looms, plunging me into chiaroscuro gloom,
Echoing the spectral whispers of Annabelle's forsaken room.
Whiffs of solace levitate from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like rose dew on morning's nap.
Yet, from heaven's soft veil, a Messiah descends,
Bestowing wisdom, like a balm that mends.
A cooing whisper: “Confidence is the finest accessory one can wear,”
Infusing my fragile spirit, quelling mayhem with flair.
A garment forged by time, self, and panache,
Glinting like sapphires in the esoteric cache.
For fear ravages the dungeon’s shadowed depths,
Shattering armor, leaving it fractured, bereft.
Magnetic words defy gravity’s law—
A candle in the rain, my flame untouched, in thaw.