how do we live?
being a middle class person
Living with little money
We don't care for money
As long as we have health
We will be okey
Yes people we know a lot of
Greedy people out there
Who would not give any money
To the church
Also they would keep all the money
For them selves
How do we live?
loving God every day
How do we live?
Praying for God every day
That is a must
We need to do
Every night before we go to sleep
Some blokes who smoke think it's okey-doke
to throw their still-lit dog-ends on the ground
it's mostly men or so I've found
then there are those who continually spit
how disgusting is that yet what can we do
to make them quit
and litter louts bug me too
while others chew gum and when done
stick it wherever they are able
such as chairs or under tables
with no regard for anyone
they're inconsiderate mindless fools
who behave that way and think they're cool
Waiting on queue
While life has me blue
Help is on the way
But, seems to stand a million miles away!
Been sitting on queue for hours long
Hearing the same three “PHONE HOLD” Songs!
“Please hold…Your call is important to us!”
Why is it that I can’t get through? I desperately fuss!
As I wait…wait…wait some more
Here it comes again: “The racing thoughts now pour!
At last, a rep answers my desperate call
And I freak out and stand appalled
As she reads from a monotonous script
“Ma’am, please!” I beg as the page she flips!
“Hush, Dear Child! I am saving your life!”
Without further ado, she shrugs off my gripe,
Returns to her script and resumes her read
Finally, her script ends and I am freed!
From the torturesome monotonous read.
“Now, will you just listen to me?”
To my utmost surprise, she says to me:
“Okey, Dokey!
“Now, let’s wrap this up doing the Hokey Pokey!”
they say boys don't cry,
so he bleeds instead.
silent screams hidden
under hoodie threads.
he skips meals
like skipping pages
in a book that no one wants to read-
his ribs start spelling out
"notice me"
but no one speaks that language.
"you're a boy, tough it out,"
they said
when his voice shook like glass$and his hands begged for
anything
but silence.
so he carved the words
he couldn't say
into skin that never asked
to be a canvas.
they see the hoodie,
not the harm
they see the smile,
not the storm.
he hears
"girls have it rough,
you wouldn't understand,"
and swallow another truth
like it's poison wrapped in
a plastic fork
and a lie that boys are born invincible.
he's drowning
in a sea of
"man up"
"get over it"
"stop being dramatic"
but his lungs
never learned how to breathe
in a world where being okey
is the only option for boys.
they don't see him.
not really.
not when he whispers
"i'm not okey"
and they laugh
thinking it's a joke.
but this isn't a punchline
this is a lifeline.
unraveling.
and if you look close enough,
you'll see
a boy
not broken-
but breaking.
In the world of poetry
Words are running out okey
Everything is stable
The meaning portrayed in fable
Some words are shamble in juxtaposition
Makes you burn up in depression
For romantic one, poetry is healing
For a heart's relief that's needing.
Loving someone is just like running
You two try your best
To get used to each other
You make every effort to run
It's okey for the first lap
You keep your strength at the second
What about next
Life is not about sprint
It's like long-distance running
Let me ask you how far you can run
I want to tell an old saying
Take a rest if you feel tired
If you are tired to run, then walk
Watch the scenery and have a chat
It would be much better than
Forcing yourself running.
In fall its leave color browish red and orange
Oak tree nature meaning occult
Ever think of owning
sapplings known as oaklings
Oaklings somewhat oak like
I have seen Oarfish
I certainly oufgushed
I hail from Oaktown.
I dress flashy some say obscenely,
I am a sailor obviously.
The floor boards of mysail boat,oaky.
No problem for me okey.
Sailing on the Pacific ocean,
The seas are choppy and open.
In the ocean you will see oarweed.
To find my perfect oasis
I have no obang.
You can acknowledge the emptiness at the core of your being
or go crazy when the world goes crazy.
The numbers of us overwhelm,
an impending tsunami,
my hopeful eulogy about our responsibilities to each other,
2 jobs 2 hobbies,
the biomass in the crosswalks,
fears that rend and own us,
the Muslim-Judeo-Christian condition.
Your soul is immortal,
it exists outside of politics and poker. Just kidding.
Forgotten, forgiven and foregone.
A man’s ego needs no encouragement.
“I’m gonna be huge when I’m dead,” John said
last time we spoke.
Life is fine!
tough
the reward for our colossal imperfections
a back and forth game
the rivers and selfies of an empire
daily low intensity warfare
Good
a gift
not a curse
new, so let go
a veil, thin if one doesn’t believe in mystery
like all things that are forever changing but always remain the same
thriving after five nights of steady rain
enjoying the passage of time
or will be good
but a dream
okey doke, short, a lazy-eyed tiger
"Past the stars and the moon and beyond the
clouds and the sun, I will love you to infinity .."
Quote _by Constance
The moment we met I knew it was love,
and I would always be your turtledove.
I felt it so deep inside that it hurt,
and admit that on our date I was a flirt.
You were the missing puzzle piece of me,
and suddenly the locked door had a key.
We shared many romantic evening dates,
and soon it was clear that we were soulmates.
Our conversations were intense and deep,
the depth of our love made me want to weep.
How you could make me laugh at your jokes,
one after another till I said enough okey-dokes.
We had so many great plans for our life,
then, destiny stabbed us with her sharp knife,
Now, I find love down a long winding road,
I come in the sunshine and when it has snowed_
________________
January 11, 2022
Poetry/Couplet/I Will Love You
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1420-790-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Buzzwords
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues, 03/09/2022
First Place
Don't put your left hand in
don't shake it all about
stand 2 metres away
and mumble lyrics
from beneath the mask we
can never take off
no more space to dance
no time to stop
just is
we are this way
hokeyschmokie
tellallthefolkey
kashismissbiss
enessthingsoupth
eeumpiresnose
okey.....enough about that:
universal health care
is more important
than politicians
money or us
against them
that is looking after your citizens...the tax payers....the CONSUMERS!!!!
stan sand
okey….
one hour to go
from start...
to finish where
the ever-remains...
that constant
of existence...
speed of change that is
seen as light...
and the accelerations as
the foundations for...
relativity as being of
the sight surveyor with...
respect some object of
focus like the dragon...
fly impacted by my shadow
on it's multi-faceted eyes...
while trying to take
it's picture...
in the sunset the
camera shutter speed was...
not an acceleration
fast enough compared to...
the speed of vision
through the eye...
to catch that dragon
image on the fly...
stan sand
One man, one vote
Listen to the double zero
poll echo
One man, one vote
is power transition farcical
A national joke
One man, one vote
is very unpopular electoral
Lever pull okey-doke
One man, one vote
was a woman suffrage hoax
A muzzle masterstroke
One man, one vote
Con-stitutional pipe smokers
took a fake vapor toke
One man, one vote of very lil’ jolt
Alternate current voices
got a direct party line swing nope
One man, one vote
Poll echo tally count double zero
Sum abacus croak
One man, one vote
Majority honk indignation
got a carny clown soak
One man, one vote
Popular gripe concession
twas a ballot tear choke
One man, one vote
be a lost bleat, pearly poll wee echo
Uno shuffle double zero
One man, one cell vote
sorely received the Bilk-o freedom cry
A Trump card eye poke
One man, one vote ~ Democracy false hope
Mandela truth was a pauper lie
Just like that rich Joker bloke crying broke
The world is full of danger,
but everyone’s like ‘’see ya later’’
We all want someone to care for us,
To make us happy, laugh and blush
But it seems like I’m always alone
Not even someone there to throw me a scrappy bone
No, I’m not gonna let it get me down,
Cause the worlds full of problems and I don’t wanna drown.
I’d rather make this scene a joke and dress up like a rodeo clown
Okey, the world may be ugly – I agree –
But that’s not me,
Someday I’m gonna make a difference, just you wait and see…
I will not fall into despair,
Cause the world is Hell and makes us not want to care
But then again the choice is mine,
So I’d rather wake up, see the truth and let is SHINE!
If you don’t wanna flunk public school,
you gotta know the unwritten rules
And rule one: listen to your parents
Get your sleepy head out of bed
and go to school
They will supply you with the necessary tools
Obeying your parents is the last rule as well
Heed this rule and you won't fail
Rule two is similar to the first: listen to your teachers
Let it sink into your empty head
what they’re trying to teach you
And do your homework before you go to bed
The third rule is tricky,
it trips a lot of school kids up
So don’t you fall for the okey-doke
Don’t listen to everything your friends say,
if you do, oh boy are you gonna pay
Either after school detention
or home stay-in-the-house suspension
Yeah, and those same friends will be laughing at you
One more rule,
one more thing you should know
Keep your eyes in the books,
and not on the opposite sex
You got plenty of time in your life after graduation for that
Well, that about sums it ... what, hey ... why are you late?
Tardy again,
caught skipping school
Kid, you’re gonna flunk out for sure,
because you ain’t gonna know the rules,
or follow them even if you do
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