The Friday that is here today
was here yesterday, of course.
That's what getting older seems to be, to do:
today was yesterday
was the day before
and before.
It's my weekly washday today -
weekly, but was here yesterday,
or so it appears.
Always appears to be.
Yes, so it seems,
and seems.
Time is a concertina.
Friday was a week from Friday,
then three or four days
before those days closed in,
closed in, closer and closer.
A concertina can squeal and whine.
(21 Oct 2023)
Mental state
Stained fingertips
Gold tobacco and poisons sips
But whatever helps me sleep right?
Maybe I’m to blind to see for proper sight
So, I top up, ready for war and another lonely night
Why fight these things done daily, when you are
gone so lately
Sometimes I see demons in my smoke
Whispers in my mind, just one more toke
Then, an angel offers salvation, one clean breath of
hope
Lord knows why we do these things to cope
But now it’s getting late, time to drop all this self-
hate.
Now you must learn to love yourself,
Wealth it comes from a little change
I know you will rearrange your mental state
It’s not at all to late,.
It’s not…
You love me but, you show no compassion. You deprive me from the world of epicy.
Sweetest Taboo that's what it was
when we first met.
Sweet embrace,
you brought a smile to my face.
And then you begin to scorn me.
You aggravate me to the point,
I want to leave, but the house and kids is keeping your sorry behind upon me.
The streets have taken you, away from me.
When I smile in need, you strip to your knees, thinking, I lust for you!
All this time, in the back of my mind, I am saying, why have you forsaken me.
All this time, our love, can not rewind
for you, to say, you love me.
Light my fire, So I can Inspire, because the world now knows Me!
© 1998 ShErEe
Can a nation be mentally ill
A thirst to kill
At war throughout its history
Dodge City the story
A long time love affair with guns
A Walter Mitty who's overcome
A deep distrust for those not like me
Its their blackness he can see
Easily lead astray with promises of wealth
No remorse for death by stealth
Rabid drug use across the generation
A plague across the nation
A bombastic president tweeting everyday
Causing chaos in human fray
Politicians screaming at the TV
Its my way why can't they see
In the corruption of the mental state,
Everyone's body is packed in a crate.
Torn to pieces and thrown away,
No, this is part of everyday.
Shadows creeping closer,
Your eyes getting moister.
Don't try to cry,
You'll all eventually DIE.
In the corruption of my mind,
You all think I'm very kind.
It's a mistake to try and hurt me,
This is everything I wanted to be.
Rotting in my insanity,
Don't pull me out, let me be.
This is the best,
Better than all my rest.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.