Long Weakling Poems
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smelling for fears, so near
manes and fur soft, licks hot
everything’s dear ~ so it seemed
stitches of fear down body
fangs pierced them all till
blood oozed, their booze
bear licked clean, a wean
in gear unfurl, no weakling
fingers into mane very sane
or profane
pears fall one by one, sometimes hurled
it is cosy, not rosy ~ springtime protected projection deflected
winter still to come
yet always here
lice crawl on floor
grey blankets damp
barred steel door clamped with
chains thick, cub in sky
is a guide
assessory locks fly, smoke rise
ferns uprooted as mooted
they cry for nigh
sighing
g o o d b y e
where on Planet this fragment
of inter-specie Love so tender a pretence
lions, bears or humans in air
combination a rotation ?
what time-space or race
holds symbolic pace
interpretation communication
vibratory wavelets not friend or foe
from which hill were they running
to see a graduation
in a murky spring of winter’s white ?
it remains undeciphered declarations
in another reality
perhaps not
toxicity sniffs
Leo roars
Bruno growls …
E N D I S T A I L T O B E E A T EN
in a forest of hopes
when hope is not a concept
since it rests on predetermination
which is fallacy
Once upon my life story...
Once upon a time I was an infant of only 5.5 pounds
Used to cry and make crazy sounds
Once upon a time I was a toddler obnoxious and hyper
I would play all day in my dirty diaper
Once upon a time I was an angry, spiteful kid
Almost everyday I got wrote up and sent to the office for the things I did
Once upon a time I was a ugly duckling
Picked on by girls because of how I looked, everyday I was sulking
Once upon a time I was a weakling
Unsociable I was and mean
Once upon a time I was neglected
The outcast with no place, I was rejected
Once upon a time I reached the age of thirteen
I decided to awaken a potential unseen
Once upon a time I was shunned because of my flaws
Now I am the exact opposite of who I was
Upon this time I am no longer a ugly duckling
Those same girls tried to flirt with me, (funny) in the inside I'm chuckling
Upon this time I am no longer weak
After years of training in martial arts I mastered my physique,
I challenged the football team to a one handed push up contest,
I laughed as I continued my winning streak
Upon this time I am no longer neglected
I am calm, patient, and collected
Upon this time I am eighteen
Graduated last week and now I set off to seek my dreams
And that's the end of my 'once upon a time' story
I thought you were gonna accept me for who I am and who I am to
become
But, you abandoned me…now I’m a lost lamb…feeling numb and dumb
Sadistically, you glared at me with fire in your eyes…I look at the Lord of
the Flies
Straight in the eye…my heart pounding in my chest violently & desperately
You shot me with your angst and envy – I’m sick of hearing your lies
You pulled the trigger without any warning…I’m befriending despondency
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart…
Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery?
You broke my young heart apart…take heart…
The scent of death – I smell the odor seeping out of your mouth…
I cover my nose…I’m feeling down, sucking up my emotional debris
Do you even see the tears rolling out of my eyes?
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
You really think that I’m a weakling? Didn’t you see me triumphantly soar?
(I don’t feel sorry for you…you attention whore – why were you the one I
adore?)
I am not a coward and I am not scared of you – you made me love you
I know my heart is breaking bit by bit, but I’m stronger that I was before
(I’m not sore anymore – I don’t love you anymore…you hurt me to the core,
but I opened a new door)
I’m through with you…I gave up on you – you made me weep tears of rue
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Do you feel for me or do you ignore me like the rest?
I’ll try my best, darling, to pass the test that I detest
I hate the thought of you leaving my side…I’m on my own
I loathe the thought of you passing me by…I’m not alone
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart…
Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery?
Do believe me – it’s not even close to a work of art
But, baby, I believe in you, taking wing from on high gaily
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
To show that you care
When on your chin is fur,
Because..."All men are the same."
For, those who care will have their hearts damaged and eyes,
filled with bloodlike tears.
And once you're seen crying,
Or "whimpering", then you're a weakling.
Yet, men are supposed to be Strong.
Because, "All men are the same", right?
So, play along and tell tales
Of how strong you are
And how long in the dark you can dwell,
Fear, being the last thing you can even smell.
Now it is shameful,
To appear soft and loving
When others are rough and tough
If the blanket goes off, no need for tugging,
For you will give us another reason to laugh
Because, "All men are strong!"
For, soft and loving are qualities not suitable
For a player who knows how the ball rolls.
You can't be a man, yet not a player
That's just a wish, you're a terrible liar.
And besides, "All men are the same", right?
Down through the years of my complicated
life, I have been a Weakling. But I have
also been a strong warrior displaying much
Strength.
I have experienced Love, but I have taken
a roll in the hay with Hate also.
I have prepared food for my Friends,yet I
I have eaten food at my Enemy’s table.
My family has never got me, nor understood
me. They made me feel like an Ugly Duck-
ling. But they also made me feel like a Beauti-
ful Swan as well. That alone, was very confusing
to a child. I guess you can say we had a Love-
Hate relationship.
My relationships with the opposite gender
were interesting too. They would often
Break my heart, then Mend It and put my
heart back together again.I felt like Humpty
Dumpty.
Everything I've been through in life, Big
or Small made me the person I am today.
Sometimes I am Happy, and I'm Sad too,
but that's me.
Accept me, or reject me, that my friend is
up to you.
11/18/2020
Contest: Juxaposition
Sponsor: Silent One
Am I suppose to look strong?
I am so weak, insecure of my wrongs
I stumble on obscure words...not exactly sleek
Suppose I could blame it on the week
All the time I wonder about someone
Jealous thoughts instantly runs through my weary mind
Don't mind me...just don't look back
I'm becoming a monster
Full of damned dreams
That probably won't come back
It won't come to pass
And how could I learn in class?
Am I a weakling or what?
I create a fuss about things I don't own
Oh joy...here comes those groans of yours
Do you see yourself in the mirror?
I should be the one doing that
You bother as if you were some sort of gnat...
Meaningless regrets that I could slightly feel
Like I ate an appetizing meal
Then regret: "I shouldn't have eaten that..."
And then I'm expected to be a slick as an athlete.
And beat
A race of amusement...aggrivating toil
And feed the spoil
It doesn't sound right...so peculiar
There's no use to compare
Ourselves with our own kind
Could I ever find
A way to seep through an energetic
world of lust
And I thrust
To get this journey over with
And done with
Finding a certain solitude to sleep
And fall into the deep
And stumble upon the annoying habit of weakness
And I assure you
I won't miss
A day that I feel strong
Enough to get on my knees
And enjoy a certain solitude
And find myself praying
And go without playing
This week
In the midnight of our lives.
Through clarity eyes, I find what I am seeking.
Through no desire to fall in love, I free myself of necessity.
I once was strong of heart, but now I am a weakling.
Life has always been a struggle,
But I will not let it get the better of me.
In a world without love we would all live without reason.
Freedom of the mind is a journey on a search for enlightenment.
I speak only for myself, expressing the view of one person,
But I wish to become a voice for the voiceless
And say what needs to be said.
Spirits fly through my mind
And they have vanished before they are found,
But they lift me from the ground
And allow me to float inside a cloud.
The certainty of uncertainty, is as sure as calamity.
Think nothing of the compliment I give to you,
It is well deserved and truly
A reflection of your heart
And the love you have shown me with your words.
On this star-crossed Earth, we are doomed to forever serve.
But somehow we survive, late into the nighttime of our lives
And in our midnight hour, we leave this land we have walked upon
And become eternal before God’s eyes.
Heaven takes us in and removes all of our sin.
We win, we are forgiven;
We smile now we are all kin.
Peace, love and empathy shall become our reality;
In the world we dream of, it exists alongside charity.
It becomes the norm; it is written, promised and sworn.
Love is the reason I was conceived;
Love is the reason I was born.
I am an angel, walking with the living
And I love you all.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Stallions, like species of all creatures, countless in legends,
Chetak, an Indian horse, was peerless in elegance!
Arion, per myths, speaking-horse! Balius, immortal!
Chetak, wise! Served his master, never with ego at all!
Stallion of Maharana Pratap, the king of Mewar,
Had to indulge, with small and great kings, frequently in war;
As one of his great generals, so stood noble Chetak,
Fought war after wars; gained laurels in many a barrack!
Shorter than the tallest of breeds; gallantly graceful gaze!
Sparkling eyes! Soulful search! Not proud, yet, peacock-like neck blaze!
Like plant plumes, curling combing conveniently coiling ears!
Blue heron-like shiny blue skin! He's unique in all spheres!
In majesty, he was king-like! None but the king could hold!
In the run, jump, hop, and gallop, he was boldest of bold!
Pompous! Pugnacious! Alert like a tiger with her cubs!
Courageous to cross hurdles and fall! Or get into drubs!
In a war with the Mughals in the Aravali pass,
King Maharana Pratap and Akhbar were face to face!
Troops of both stood valorous; It's a dire dare: Do! Or die!
Kill or get killed! Or as weakling bid existence: Goodbye!
Remembering and applauding the courageous soldiers,
Who feels forget Chetak thrashing all iron-like boulders?
Fought furiously holding his master on his back strong,
Moved with him, like a leaf with the breeze, victory to bong!
Elephant of Akhbar, with his tusk, leg of Chetak, tore,
Firm on fighting for the fame of his master, pains he bore;
Opponent defeated; war won; reaching his master home,
He collapsed; Like a strong soldier; left to his loyal loam!
06 October 2021
A Notable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Subconsciously I'm alive in this skeletal frame
Why I am here belongs to this living worlds fame
I was but a child, when it all happened years ago
At the place called the Ness, that stemmed my younger grow
Please look through my eyes and picture what I see
Live with me the feeling of what life is supposed to be
How fast can you run if you have a sibling chasing thee
Do you give into him, and be the weakling so dad can see
Being the faster allows the luxury, to look back and view
To be the one who's ahead as he turns his head askew
For he can no longer indulge, in front is where he's to be
To allow his younger brother to play catch up, oh we'll see
This moment is about to haunt me, it's scary for I shall know
No boo! can ever rival, that will stem our younger grow
As I sail the clouds of gone and retire to where I now live
I happen to come across another sibling who may be sieved
Looking down from the heavens as I trawl the unfortunate
Like a Praying Mantis in hope as we ready to deliver wait
Just at the moment of strike, I lure his head to see
My brothers son called Liam, is he who stares back at me
Your words of wisdom have vanished.
Suddenly, my chest starts bleeding.
I'm not sure whether I'll be adequately handled.
Throw and forfeit with the void wind blowing.
The flesh is devoured but not healed of illness.
Like a fallen tree floating on the river, I'm swinging.
Chastity has the power to shape my weakness.
I'm weary with singing the hymn of a weakling.
I admit that I am liable for my life today.
Everyone has clay feet, regardless of their flaw.?
Recklessness will never again hold sway.
Rage is volatile, despite the voice and endow.
The landscape stayed unchanging forever.
Hummingbird entices a vine that yields pollination.
My vexation brings me even closer to wonder.
Above everything, one's own dignity is veneration.
I'm like an airplane plummeting to the ground.
The grains of sand will eventually come back.
Oh, reason, assist me in reversing backward.
The regrets are genuine, but the candor lack.
Written: JUNE 23, 2021
All Yours (July 3) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand