Being a lover and a poet
That's as melancholy as we know it
Me, myself and I
Collide with you, yourself and mày
I, myself, and me,
we comprise the royal we.
I makes most decisions,
while me or myself makes the needed revisions
to ensure we three
don’t unwittingly disagree.
Me, myself, and I,
we're a well-integrated guy.
On the whole,
we're a tripartite soul
stuck together till the day we three die.
HMMMM
TIME, SPACE, AND A PLACE
HMMMM
SOOTHING SLOW PACE AND A SMILE ON MY FACE
HMMMM
AWAY FROM THE RACE WITH NO HINT OF A TRACE
FOR A SPELL I WILL NOT SHOW
FOR NOW I PRESS HOLD ON 'GO'
FOR A LITTLE WHILE I SET MYSELF FREE
UNDERSTAND THAT I NEED THIS FOR ME
THAT BEING SAID I WILL SEE YOU IN A FEW
THIS BREAK IS SO NEEDFULLY NEEDED AND VERY LONG OVERDUE
Christmas is coming
And I myself once upon a time
Much like the goose was getting fat
I am now sadly not
For I am currently now getting
thinner than
The leftover wishbone from this
year's thanksgiving's turkey
I managed to scavenge from my
next door neighbors bins
After they we're obviously finished
and done with so therefore eventually
threw the remaining scraps out
Who if they knew or I was willing
to admit the dire state of the situation
I find find myself mired in
Would surely then have offered to
take me in and provide me with
whatsoever help they could
But sadly my own self pride ego
and wanting to keep pace and up
with the Joneses
Will and has left me again sadly
with nothing more
Than hunger pains and grumbling
noise in the pit of my stomach
And a perfectly stripped chewed down
to the bone , wishbone
And hopefully 1 wish still remaining
in tow
So here goes
How I wish it was only them suffering
this unholy indignation as apposed
to me
Or I had taken just a single moment
of my precious time
To be a better neighbor give a damn
or care about anything or anyone
Other than me myself and only i
Sometimes I just want to write a poem for myself.
Myself is laughing, thinking I am being cute or funny.
I chase her into a closet and put a broom handle against the door.
That will show her who to tease.
Today’s poem is going to be rocking, funny, witty, maybe hilarious.
I have no idea yet what the content will be.
Is that a big deal?
Doubtful.
I is sneaking up to the closet to let myself out.
We don’t need her! I shriek.
Me is right behind her, attempting a rescue.
Me, myself and I, I write.
But then I stop.
I have nothing.
The words are not here.
And this sounds trite and overused anyway.
Maybe I will write a poem tomorrow.
Me myself and I get along well when we are in sync.
When we retain our positivity and look for the pink.
However, once in a blue moon we have a bad day.
Where we take it personally and gloom comes to stay.
It usually starts with me, but myself is easily led.
And then I jumps in too, which makes a somber mean head.
I know it’s just a matter of time, and I must change our mood.
It is wildly important now to convert to a great positive attitude.
Me comes around quickly, she is the easiest one.
Myself says okay, because that looks like more fun.
I is a bit slower, but eventually joins the team.
And we become happier and healthier, a real dream.
Me, what an overused word that has come to be
Followed closely by the word I
Me and I,
Why?
What has happened to us all
It is a disgrace
How would I survive
And stay alive
If there was no us
There is strength in numbers,
I, the all-important me, would blunder,
And not survive alone,
Left on my own.
Why?
We need each other to care and share,
And think more of others, that bear
The brunt of life woes.
And not to dismiss them, saying,
"That's how life goes."
We cannot go forward on our own,
The life we have is not ours alone,
It affects other people every day,
Whether they are at work or play,
So let us all start to try,
To teach each other the reason.
Why.
Everyone has a idea how I should live my life.
There’s no conceptualisation or paradigm I can’t
be duplicated, I am unapologetic a authentic soul.
Compassionate, unselfish, many fears and sleepless
nights I have endured. A sentimental heart within me.
I don’t live for likes or thumbs up for I’m a realistic
individual for i am me personally.
How´s possible the same person maybe three different people?
Me, myself, and I.
Sort of a Holy Trinity but in human version.
Quite irrelevant but interesting and singular experience,
one day I think and behave in a different way than tomorrow or after.
¡Being the same person!
Sort of Cerberus. Three indomitable heads for a beaten dog body.
Three different personalities, pretending to be a single individual.
But nevertheless. I completely agree and assume it.
Me. Myself and I.
That´s all I got at the end of a long life.
I am not sure when I began to think,
but by the time I had reached six I was;
from horror, I was in a crannied chink,
having seen death take and that gave me pause.
I was so quiet within me but thought,
things swirled in my child's mind in the silence;
in my short life a battle has been fought,
but inward thoughts gave me self-reliance.
I have known that I am quite different,
and believed that my past has made me flawed;
now inward thinking is deliberate,
some think me odd but from dark I have clawed.
My thinking patterns are totally mine;
where with happiness, sorrow, grief- I twine.
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September 10, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/Me, Myself and I
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1387-868-10
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Who am I Me ?
sponsor, Shreya LN, Judged 09/22/2021
Second Place
Today I discovered I know so many
But they do not know 'ME'.
Today I discovered
how very lonely life can be
by 'MYSELF' when I am alone.
The first steps into "alone" are curious.
The first one is a sense of privacy, my own space.
The next few steps are touchy.
One minute it's good and solid,
the next 'I' feel like 'I' am sinking in quicksand.
Wondering if 'I' will ever make it back to stable ground.
Then my will power takes over.
'I' either run back to the hustle of the old 'ME',
Or take that giant step into my own space.
This is where 'I' realize alone is O.K.
Alone is a place I have total control of.
Sleep ,eat, drink, talk, sing, cry, construct or destruct.
The choice is all mine.
I have total control of 'ME, MYSELF and I'.
We were as one on the day we were born.
On that bright and freezing, cold winter morn.
From that moment in time, me, myself and I
Went everywhere together as the years passed us by.
We were not choosy myself, I and me,
We ate the same food and drank the same tea.
We all went to school and sat in the same chair,
The teacher couldn’t part us, he wouldn’t dare.
When lessons were over, me, myself and I
Would walk home together beneath the blue sky.
When bedtime came and we’d climb up the stairs,
We’d share the same bed and say the same prayers.
As I, myself and me grew wiser and bolder
Me, myself and I learnt life gets harder as you get older.
I thought we’d get married and not left on the shelf
But it wasn’t to be for me, I and myself.
I’m fully convinced that me, myself and I
Will still be as one on the day that we die.
There is a disconnect
between me, myself and I
or should that be among?
The editor in me is always
there ready to correct
me and gets really irate if
I blurt out “Donald and myself”
instead of “Donald and I”
when we are subject
rather than object, although
there are times when I definitely
feel like the object, but
that is a different matter.
My grammar guide simplifies
it by saying take out “Donald”
and see how it sounds, and
I must admit that these days
it does sound better without
Donald and I would love to
do that but can’t because I only
had one vote and it’s probably
going to be disqualified because
it was a mail-in and the Supreme
Court is more Conservative
than ever now, leaving me
caught between politics and
the people, another existential
divide which myself is
hesitant to cross because
among me, myself, and I,
we are all rather nervous
"If you don't love who your are, then who will"
Me and I have not been myself
Myself and I cannot find me
I looked all over for myself and me
Me is hiding from myself and I
If myself and me could separate I
Then only myself and me would be
If myself would leave there would only be
Me
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