It’s news to me, that it’s news to you,
Accept my change, ‘for I bid it adieu;
Out of the void, and there’s no turning back,
I’m not insane, just good ol’ handsome jack.
I could go on, but it’s starting to drag,
I feel brand new, and I don’t mean to brag,
but…
If you can’t see, that you’re all to blame,
Look in the mirror, then you can take aim,
It can’t be me, for I am brand new,
So once again, let me bid you adieu,
I do not want, the life that I once had,
Please don’t protest princess, you’ll just get sad,
My divinity is past infinity,
Can’t reclaim my virginity,
Am I—
getting through to you?
How I used to be
Is now old news to me
If I said observation is the only way
Someone should ask did I observe the universe today
Or am I able to observe the observing of all things?
Particulars and universals will never exchange rings
If I said life is meaningless
Someone should ask does that statement have meaning?
If so I need to do some intellectual cleaning
I have toys in the attic
My thinking has become static
That is problematic
If I said there is no absolute truth
Someone should ask is that absolutely true?
I should become a sleuth
Or at least a tailor to mend something borrowed
with something blue,
and something old with something new
You can't put new wine in an old wine skin
You can't re-enter the womb to be born again
Pointing the way by Ithuriel's sword
Reanimating you by God's [S]Word
So truly the truth will set you free
If God will grant it to thee
While He is yet near.....seek
As the Holy Spirit does quietly speak
He’s got plans to meet his friend,
And he’s putting things in his pockets, his wallet, his keys, a set of dice.
‘I can’t forget these dice’ he says to me.
‘I did not know you had a set of dice, that’s news to me.
But why on god’s green earth do you need that to go with you?’
‘Because, Mother, I am off to gamble with the homeless junkies in the wash.’
‘Ahhhh, what will you be gambling for?’
‘I have no idea, Mother, but they are definitely going to stab me to death for it.’
‘Well, be careful, honey, vaya con dios’ I say.
‘If I survive the night, it won’t be because I tried to.
Yes gambling is a very dangerous vice,’ he says as he walks out the door.
He’s back within the hour, they met for burgers and called it a night.
I wonder, how did my kid get so damn funny?
So its sled dead..Ahead!
E V's get ice'd with outage
The tortoise smiles long.'
When you’re here I am oblivious to the cold, I feel warm.
When you are around, I am oblivious to the raging storm.
It just makes a nice ambiance for us to snuggle you see.
It doesn’t matter if you burn the toast, it tastes good to me.
Some overnight visitors have tactfully told me you snore.
This is news to me, my darling I am oblivious once more.
When you fail to offer help when I am quite snowed under,
I never seem to mind, don’t care, I keep my thoughts asunder.
Grass so long, as one walks through it, may be afraid of snakes.
But I am oblivious to the little amount of effort mowing takes.
Also oblivious to the state of our car when I take it for a drive.
I pick up the food and shoo out the flies, the ones that are alive.
I am so glad for the word oblivious, and it’s Constance I must thank.
I may not have thought of this word if I hadn’t opened my think tank.
Imagine if Oblivious became I BLAME YOU, what would I have thought?
It might get so serious. Our next destination would be a divorce court.
We embraced,
“I'll see you soon,” she said,
I watched the vehicle leave,
I felt hollow and empty,
It was my first time seeing her,
I have heard so much about her,
I had longed to see her since I was a child,
I didn’t know that was the last farewell,
She didn’t come back,
We didn’t see anymore,
She sailed away.
She was taken ill,
She had had the early signs,
I was told about it,
But didn’t notice it when we met,
She looked hale and sound,
We talked at length,
She went down memory lane.
The ailment had a deep inroad into her,
It stole her present,
It brought her past before her,
When we were happy she had turned the corner,
She breathed her last,
With a smile on her face, she gave up,
My auntie broke the news to me,
She was the last of her clan.
July 1, 2022.
A flock of large birds
or a fleet of small small planes
is speeding towards me.
NO! It's worse--mosquitoes!
I failed to use repellent!
I grab my swatter.
They slap it away, laughing--
my baseball bat too.
I’ll need a tub of itch cream,
maybe a transfusion.
The females descend
to feast on me; the males watch,*
rendering support
with cheering and clapping.
Next time I’ll use spray with DEET.
*Male mosquitoes do not bite living things; they can only consume sugary
fluids and thus do not bite or suck the blood of humans or animals. This was news to me!
August 21, 2021
entered in the Buggy Tanka Contest
Sponsor: M.L. Kiser
A complicated form,
but something new is always welcome news to me -
not the norm.
I wasn't sure,
but thought I'd have to try and see...
some more...
It's done -
actually,
fun!
A complicated form,
but thought I'd have to try and see -
fun!
written 13th October for Mohan's Minichu on writing contest
Shoes shines
News to me
Cauliflower wine
Cranberry leaves
Coat tales, coat tales
Rise above the cotton drums
Radiation freedom
And when they come
Come for me with their guns
I am gonna run
Broken and cut like blades of grass
Like looking through a spiders tattered glass
10/06/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
I got a phone call from the police
saying I was dead
That was news to me,
getting shot four times in the head
Within the hour the rumor had spread,
hey, did you hear about Fred
They thought Freddie was dead,
Freddie was dead
DOA was what the police report said
They thought Freddie was dead,
Freddie was dead
DOA was what the news report said
I hope you never lose your driver's license,
the one without the photo ID
A criminal could become you, technically
Mistaken identity
can give you and your family
a whole lot of stress
A causeless calamity
is something we can all agree
creates an awful mess
So if you ever get a wrong phone call,
telling you that you died that day
Missing your own funeral is perfectly okay
On the subject of an unusual protest in Croydon on Thursday...
I woke up this morning
And had a bright idea
I’ll glue my **** to Debenhams
When I’ve had some beer
Then I’ll give the public
A big piece of my mind
Stick Dennis on my Menace
On the front of my behind
There’s nothing on the telly
And I like to have a shout
I’m the Talent Britain’s Got
Check my beaver out
Nothing much to see here
That’s big news to me
I’m the bargain of the day
Take me home for free
I met that Westwood woman once
I win hands down for style
Talk about the ex factor
I took the bloke on Kyle
Last week I did Poundland
I’m simply effing class
I’m the prat who with a Pritt Stick
Glued a window to her ****
by Gail
A Date With Expiration
Science says regarding life
We all must die sometime
All living things will cease to be
But History survives everything
Good for it. I hope it has many days
Like fruits and vegetables
And like milk stamped “Best used by”
It is news to me that humans now come
With expiration dates
Marked "Expired"
I wonder if my taxes were filed and paid
Before I pass away or at least retire
I hope I remembered to get laid
Or paid for all my efforts
Before my time runs out
Where are you right now?
Cause you're no where in sight.
You said you'll always be around,
But you turned on me and lied.
Saying anything to cover your butt,
Even if it hurts me too.
I'm so tierd of this crap,
Tierd of trying to save you.
People said that you never cared,
But that was news to me.
When you really care for someone,
Your heart doesn't want to believe.
You haven't done anything at all,
Did absolutely nothing to ever proove.
To show me that they are wrong,
That your love and friendship is true.
So, you tossed me in the trash,
On a bed of garbage I cried.
You, oblivious to my pain,
Left me there to rott and die.
Do I not bleed? The words that you read, before you.
Do I not bleed? The blood that runs free, throughout me.
Can I not bleed? For not a scratch scathes the surface.
But deep down inside,
The things that we hide,
Are open.
My heart is bruised,
I know when I’ve been used,
And it’s not right.
Time goes on, like a soldier in the rain
You've been around the world and now you're going back again
Tell yourself that there's something more to gain
When you step into the fire you can never be the same
I know that you can feel the lick of the flame.
Do I not bleed? For something so real to me.
Do I not bleed? For the cause you are fighting for.
Can we not bleed? For the cold eyes do look south.
Winter closes in, around me.
When you get a cut, you have to let it heal,
If it does not, you’ve made infection real.
You can’t back down, not now, nor ever
You say your mind is sound, at peace
Well this is news to me.
We all keep secrets, we all have fears
It reduces us to tears.
You must keep strong, and before long,
I can stand on my own.
Tears cannot stop flowing down my face,
You broke the news to me through the computer,
You didn’t even have the guts to say it to my face!
I said it would happen,
You promised it wouldn’t.
You try to tell me “nothing will change” !
But it always does,
Everyone knows it all changes.
I can’t do this anymore!
My heart is tired of your games!
Every other day is just another heartbreak,
The days between are filled with your lies to make me forgive you and patch up the holes.
This time was different though,
Before your betrayal came from one night stands and flings,
This time the betrayal is from your new relationship.
I said it would happen,
You promised it wouldn’t.
Well you cannot break my heart if it is not beating.
Alex you will always be the one,
Even when I'm dead and gone.
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