The Way is silent,
It was not to be, nor was it not to be.
There are no questions,
Not even a word.
Never say never,
I know that I know nothing.
Being is in Becoming.
So is life.
Paradox.
So I will say these things, so I will live, as only the nonsensical can make sense of this.
To have and to hold—
In: sickness and health
In: good times and awful terrible times
In: spite of a coworker
who challenges my very decrepit paradigm
with a new world
who sends lightning bolts down my spine
by touching me in passing
who changes my mind-life-soul forever
—Till death do us part
Contest: The Unseen Poetry
Prompt: The thing that was never said
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
She had to leave the country suddenly.
Niether she nor I chose for it to be this way.
There was this thing that was never said.
There is an aching inside the soul when there's
Someone to whom you never got to say goodbye.
I did not realize it at the time,
But in short order, I was certain that
The relationship was not meant to be.
Still, there was this thing that was never said.
Strangely enough, a similar occurrence happened
A second time. There was a brife romance that
Did not continue for very different reasons. We
Were like a plane that never got airborne. The
Love was intack, but the facts quietly spoke and
said, 'No'. We parted company and chose not
To say goodbye.
Again, for different reasons, under different
circumstances, there was this thing that was
never said. We never said, "Goodbye".
I never told her I loved her;
Back then I was much too shy.
Always fearing rejection,
I let opportunities pass me by.
I thought she was too good for me,
I wouldn’t stand a chance.
And that she’d only laugh at me
If I asked her for a dance.
I bumped into her yesterday,
Her family in tow
And we got to chatting of
Those school days long ago.
She said, “I have a secret,
That no-one ever knew.
All the time we were at school,
I really fancied you.”
For you are nevermore.
Your eyes' last light
never illumined mine.
Death prompted us
to be hasty -
curbed childhood,
sped me past stop signals,
headlong onto adult carousels.
But we must agree over how these hours are
moving against our wills.
I've remained still until here,
grasping a rumpled-up grocer's receipt
with this budget-buy pen,
confident of words
I have space to admit now
and bury in poetry's
kinetic cemetery.
I'm sure I loved
your faulty teeth's scattered English,
its determined guidance.
I wished my life
had been adequate
to cover your shortfall
as you had covered mine
back when I was all but novelty.
Never mind my suffering
Oh, my love
Never more
I visited your city, your life
But never mind
Look, just watch, your creature
Broken life, destroyed heart
But never mind
From now a killer kind
Oh, my only love!
But never mind
Do not worry about my life!
Never fear this bad style
Do not feel, do not eat!
I just loved
You
Forget it, keep it in mind
Oh
Never mind
Never mind!
Love you
Never mind
Goodbye
But
Never mind
NEVER SAY NEVER…. not ever or at no time possible is anything dormant
a blindman can see things without his eyes envisioned and focus
A face can be wash with just the tears flowing from
Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean you weak if you cry out
You can truly, truly, make it if you don’t give up just try free will
Open mindedness is the blank thought that can be virility filled
Never use never narrative because it leaves no room for changing
Because of dislikes and hardships, dislikes or doubting keep going
Even a deaf person can hear a vison sound beats within the hearts-eyes reign
Being uncertain certain that change is a thing nothing permanent wait for a change
9/16/26
For Never Say Never Poetry Contest
Suzette Prime Form Only.
Sponsored by: Suzette Richards
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Max 10-line poem.
Max 23 syllables in any given line.
Syllables Per Line: 21 16 12 15 17 17 17 16 19 21
Total # Syllables: 171
Total # Lines: 10 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 123
Ionesco Rhinoceros still occupies
The stage that is offered so kindly
So there he is, with his weak sighted eyes
Staring at me rather blindly
Don’t worry my dear, soon we’ll be forbidden
I belong to the countless minority
My act in your play was so poorly written
You need others to feed your authority
This civilization, where everyone’s lost
Blamed for inappropriate views
Clashes with me, cause I’m paying my cost
Only for things that I use
I don’t make excuses, I always agree
With slander and hatred I get
I'm taking for granted their thoughts about me
It’s cheaper than arguing all that
May your Rhino restrictions be harder than ever
All satires of the past become real
I find myself punished through trial and error
Empirically off the deal
Red geranium leaves by my doorstep I see
The winds from Atlantic blow cold
The Rhinoceros people jog on around me
It seems that they never get old..
The company doesn't make them anymore.
It was supposed to be a gas saver.
So, believing it to be a good buy,
I put up the 5000 dollars.
But never again.
It wasn't about the dollars.
It wasn't about the style.
It wasn't about the color.
It wasn't about the size.
It was really about location.
And it really was about me.
But never again.
It could perform well in the flatlands;
But it was a flop in the hilly places.
At first, I was upset with the car.
But later, I was annoyed with myself.
And I learned my lesson on economizing.
I bought several vehicles over the years,
And learned a thing or two about cars.
I don't often say 'Never', but about this,
Never again.
The strongest rise with
Echoes behind them; no
Legend ever truly won alone.
Every victory carries
Fingerprints of those who
Refused to let them fall; no
Won alone.
When uncertainty tried to rewrite
Their name, someone
Whispered strength back into
Their bones; they never won
Alone.
Even giants leaned on quiet
Warriors, the ones who held
Them steady when storms won
Alone.
Greatness is a rapport, not a
Solo; every step forward was
Carried by hands that won
Alone.
Michaela speaks truth to legacy:
No hero, no survivor, no Legend
Even won Alone.
Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
the homeless man who is begging for money
most believe he must be a drug addict or convict
what if you lost your home, your job, your spouse and alone?
you could end up beside him, lost and hopeless
the cheaters, liars and dishonest people
most think they do not know or associate with them
as they sit in the church pews every Sunday
pretending to be honest, pure and holy
some are teachers, bankers, police officers
a facade to fool the best judges of character
I never thought that I would say this out loud
but the quality of AI-poetry
has unexpectedly taken a turn for the worse
where are the days when it regurgitated
plagiarised phrases?
where are the days when it made gallant efforts
to emulate Suzette Prime?
I guess that it hinges on which programme one uses
I never thought that I would say this at all
but some AI has now hallucinated itself into irrelevance
why say, "never say never"?
hope can be the devil's tool
accepting the impossible can give peace
yet, all that was true, one day, isn't true anymore
perhaps
leave a crack in your resolve
for light to get through
Judas Iscariot, Brutus, and Cassius are not divine as one slumped over heathen often stressed, nor are they wicked as they have been deemed, under that same heathen who often cracks seeds which are eggs which are buried in the summery earth, the beast of the earth has failed here first, and so we see now that we have left his lie to die, and he injured, morally, spiritually and physically must soon lie, and so his original serpent-eating lie from which the loop so familiar is real, that serpent feeding on itself, was part of his zeal.
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