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If you can’t kill them with kindness, then force feed them food
If they can’t see past your blindness, then they aren’t any good
Please remember dear child their opinion’s carry weight
And permissions are granted, if they have lost all the hate
Fortunes of gold are often lost or misplaced
Because thieves are forgetful when their running away
Our waste pits that make us cringe from disgust
Are creating some geniuses that you still will not trust
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But it is really awful when it is being misused
I will speak of the geniuses for a moment if I may
This land is their heritage, and they will own it some day
So remember the rules you learned while in your youth
And if your gonna be mean please don’t be uncouth
And if you decide implementation your thing
Never forget the corpse you must bring
Prove its been done and finally worked
And welcome to the life of the really berserk
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But it is really awful when its being misused
And of the gold that's been lost or misplaced
The thief will keep looking unless the memories erased
Its something to think about while in their cage
It occupies the mind and quells the rage
Perhaps your aware then of the crimes we commit
How we stifle the errors and find posts we can hit
So along your route in your quest for a life
Find you a haven with minimal strife
The world is your safe house, your private refuge
But its really awful if its being misused
Please keep in mind that you cant feed the dead
So remember your training and don’t lose your head
Gather your tools, and all the skill that you need
Then distance yourself from those filled with greed
Hold out your hand to the net runner up
Be gracious and kind but never give up
And the last adage before I sign my name
Make sure if you win you read the rules to the game
Call Your Mother
Pick up the phone...
do it now.
If you can.
Later if you must,
I trust that you,
know the difference.
She never put you off
or told you "later" on.
She was there,
when the world,
was not.
Not everyone has one,
"someone" like her.
You are ungrateful,
and a prick.
That is thick from me,
as I hate my own,
don't you see.
Some moms are not kind,
they do not make cookies,
or serve you wine.
They have other ways,
of making their
presence known.
That does not mean,
that yours is less,
or undeserving.
You decide,
Clyde,
but don't hide,
take pride,
in the manner you say,
that is "my mom..."
over there,
to share,
stories about the good times,
prayers about the bad,
and hugs,
for all the days
in the middle.
Everybody knows the spot of the nose
It sits facing lighthouses, look up
Some guide ships, and stays lit
While the nose sniffs everything.
Have you seen anatomical perfection
On someone you know
Good spine, great waistline.
Looking downstairs
Nothing there, seem out of place
Some nose have wooed, wine and dine
Foreigners, even stars.
Never mind few nose have peculiarities
All else is fair
Or handsome, as with English dandy.
To add to the joy of the nose
Give it a job
Then again, the nose have been boss
Regardless of its class
Thank God, credentials rule.
If I could change something of my making
Lord knows, it would first be my nose
But the great aunt once said it suits my face
You decide. I'm on facebook, and poetry soup page.
Have you seen certain nose from around the globe?
Some will look you up and down
While others soon learn to look heaven bound.
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What happens when you finally decide
to change what you’re doing and swallow your pride?
Is it like when the fog clears away
and you find where you stand?
Or is it more like the unveiling of art,
struck by what you see yet unsure in your heart,
because it is nothing at all
like what you had planned?
For with resolution comes new eyes to see,
and new understanding of how things can be.
Yes, new faith that changes the path
of what lies ahead.
For everything’s different the day you decide
to follow your heart and let go of your pride.
You’re no longer a prisoner…
but rather a free man instead.
In the mirror of life the ripples of time project anew
while each moment of light simply reflects back to you;
Every changing nuance captured from a distance
is focused to the point of radius, it's your accrue
incurved leaning towards your personal perception
the mirror of life delivers the path to your personal truth
Whether accurate or not you shape your reflection
according to what you see and what you deduce;
Intuit thoughts arise and suddenly the mirror cracks
with arms wide open, come to accept yourself
In a world of monumental perfect, flaws are beautiful too
the mirror of life is kind to you, when you decide to look
deeper than the surface, wider than the sea
in the end the mirror says, " it's always been you and me "
May 7 2022
Oh My Spanish Guitar
Let me forget all my pain
Let me listen to your meldoy
Day or night I wouldn't complain
Let me follow your rhyme
Smile with my closed eyes
Let me dance even if it rains
My feelings with your music always rise
Oh My Spanish Guitar
My fingers wants to feel you so bad
My eyes want to fall a sleep
Just by holding you in my hand
Let me gently attack your frets
With tendency let me play with your chords
Let the string buzz like a happy bee
Let the heart feel the fretboard
Oh My Spanish Guitar
you decide what you want to do
I could die and you are in my arms tonight
I could chill till life time with you
When I fell from the turnip truck today
Bouncing down the dusty road
With my highest IQ intact
Lost and confused in the dirt
Landing in the ditch quite finished
To think that I could have been one with the many
Going off to market on parade on display today
Ending up on someones dish or plate
The proximity escapes me
Being eaten would have fulfilled my destiny
The child smiles and states with confidence
Mommy! daddy! This turnip sure taste delicious
They respond with a wink and laugh
That produce is orange and thin my dear
It is called a common carrot
Oops! My mistake
That's great
Authors note: (The gender of the child is unknown in the poem....but does it
really matter?) Also: The author wishes to distance himself from the "dish" or "plate" controversy. You decide.
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger."
by Constance La France
struggles, integral part of human life..
I had my share of battle! Am I sad
because I did? No. struggles made me stronger
each time I encountered it on my path.
my mirror? pristine clear water of a lake...
couldn't recognize my own decisive face.
experienced surge of determination
in my heart, whenever faced an obstacle.
my steps were resolute, I walked forward. when
a feeling of miserable emptiness
enveloped me, when I felt imprisoned
in a cage with no window to escape,
flowers didn't bloom in my delightful garden
mellifluous Koel didn't sing the song
she does...I felt breathless...I decided
to find the key to emancipation
a candle burns to illuminate a space,
to spread the aroma to our existence,
painted future with opalescent colours
of the sky, borrowed pleasing fragrance from
ambrosial Jasmine, tall shadowy trees
gave me shade, aquamarine waterfalls
descending from steep mountain-tops, released
in me the harmonious rhythm of life.
no shackles can bind you
when you decide to be free!
December 18, 2022
Theme: Introspection
Writing Challenge - V Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
syllables checked by HMS.com
Just so you're aware I'll tell you
It's you my heart will always choose
I still believe what we had was magical
And something too precious to lose
I cannot believe that we're done forever
Don't you desire what we were too
Ask yourself and your heart will answer
What we had is too angelic to be through
How is it you wonder I still love you
Even after all the hell we went through
There were bad times but remember the good
My heart longs for those moments with you
I miss you in ways I can't explain
A piece of me is missing without you here
My love is greater than I ever knew
What I couldn't see it before is now clear
I wish I had the chance to show you
And I truly hope someday that I will
If you decide you need our love again
I will be right here waiting loving you still
Love is danger,
when you can not put together a sentence
or comment on another
nor respond to unsolicited anger and rage.
Love is unrequited,
at the belief of togetherness and comfort
and the reality of spite
with the inequity of the names you are given.
Love is unjust,
as the unilateral pondering and sadness
steals away at sleep
and sneaks into your dreams like a poison.
Love is gone,
as the wall is built right around the obstacles
unable to think of
futures you were comfortable with degraded.
The time you decide
not to allow it
is the moment the weight begins to lift
and you remember how light you were before.