It is now been over a decade
Since the time we first met
Memories that never fade
Finding her hard to forget
Though if l had of stayed
Within that same mind set
The price for love l payed
When my sanity under fret
What felt like a sharade
But looking for an outlet
Memories of her overplayed
With love ,loss ,anger, regret
Old write 2020 part 1 of two
The Pure Beauty
Of Transience Cannot
Be Underplayed Nor
Overplayed In It’s
Perfection.
"Ahem..."
Nor It Cannot.
-Gray Squirrel
03-17-2026
Loved by the many within their own state,
Loathed by the few who agitate from the gate.
A pattern repeated, a tale overplayed,
A judgement delivered before facts are weighed.
To the in-state, a father – steadfast and wise,
To the out-state, a tyrant in disguise.
A chronic affliction the Middle East knows,
A fever that silently festers and grows,
A contagion now Africa silently grows.
From Iran to Yemen, where old embers flame,
Through Libya to Uganda – the script stays the same.
From Burkina Faso and others whose names fill the scroll,
Branded rebellious by powers that patrol.
To more nations yet named in the fray,
Rebellious, dangerous – so headlines will say.
Declared by the US with sanctioning tone,
Echoed by the UN from its towering throne.
And others who gather where verdicts are spun,
Crowning a villain when politics is done.
Condemned in chambers where distant flags fly,
While praised at home beneath their own sky.
Rest in Peace: Ali Khamenei, Muammar Gaddafi and many others.
In this current epoch..The attempt was made.'
To groom the 'whole earth' a hand overplayed.?
The methods used were 'time tried
And tested'
The
Payments were billions invested...This i have not
Invented.'
There was a satanic sacrifice, the elderly were our first.'
Incarcerated like cattle, they must have felt cursed?
Yet we somehow have pulled through.'
Now they lie and hide
Yet some medics still proffer.' Sterilisation and
Volantary genocide.!)
The Tiger Lily is gently removed from the lounge
so it wont ever come in contact with the cats fur
My visitor asks for Steppenwolf on the player
The song "Tenderness" has reticence
Its hard to know if we are romantically involved
having never kissed
Perhaps we share too much intelligence on one another
the quiet detective work overplayed !
We agree the floorboards creak
they may need replacing
She inquires if the boiler needs replacing too
Cold cards cold sweat shuffling cheques
Bait in the water but no one bets
Blinds drag slow the table is tight
Limp to the river it’s hunting night
Sharks circle the weak swim near
I smell blood my time is here
Pocket hustle slick and clean
They chase a wheel they chase a dream
False bravado overplayed
A reckless wager and price unpaid
Flop flips hot my hammer lands
They never saw the reaper’s hand
One step two steps fourth street stroll
A fool’s last chance a final toll
River rolls their fate is set
All in blind one last regret
Their chips are mine their dream undone
I lift the pot the night is won
Dust their stack send them back
ATM bound while I fade to black
My muse is confused randomly sways
To songs on the radio that I hate
You know the ones they celebrate
That are fluffy stuff overplayed
I change the station but guess what
She changes it back turns it up
Begins to nod her head scream sing
Every single word like it’s a dream
Another sad love song oh come on
Can’t we put something happy on
She finds a happy song alright
But she sings it all freaking night
I’m trying to write be nice Ms Muse
Can’t we unite co-write a poem or two
I see her dancing on my pink bed
Guess she in the mood for a party instead
as of soul pact
we dispensed with tact
and took up our stance
leaving outcomes to chance
and so blood was spilt
that made us wilt with guilt
for though we stood apart
we overplayed our part
forgetting who we are
during the friendly spar
now, we’d have kissed and made up
but our ego wouldn’t shut up
and so we had to be reborn
roles exchanged, object of scorn
as the gods watched dismayed
for the light of truth was slayed
since I was he and he was me
yet through the veil we failed to see
the ultimate reality
I had a brilliant moment of clarity, inspired by a dream,
a profound reminder that things may not be what they seem.
There's not always a clear line between evil and good,
like a wolf in sheep’s clothing is sometimes misunderstood.
Certain years and veiled looks can conceal and surprise
but the truth and intent are always revealed in the eyes.
They are a gateway to the soul, a window in which we see,
too many will often ignore the strength of powers that be.
A self-righteous man will sharply preach with a raised fist.
From a pulpit, he is there to hide what they have missed.
Some will get lost an seek to build a box from detergent,
and all the while they seem to forget, we all are divergent.
Everyone is dealt a hand with a message within each card.
Deciding which one to play is a decision that’s usually hard.
You can hit or you can fold, you might even choose to stay,
just be cautious and study the pattern, but never overplay.
11/25/22
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Under the cover of night, a major mission.
The self-assured plot and scheme did not fail
because it was not well planned and executed.
Nor did the affair backfire due to neglect.
The people, dressed in their religion and politics,
unified themselves and became partners in crime.
Betrayal and manipulation were lovers of the
night, as corruption and hate ruled the day.
The timing was a matter of providence, and the wicked
perpetrators were more blind than they were ignorant
of matters most essential. Their spiritual blindness
flooded their nobility and orchestrated their failure.
The plotters did not know that the death of the
accused would be, not the end of their worries
about their power and status. Rather, it would be
the doom of everything they sought to accomplish.
The players were mere mortals being manipulated by
a sinister and evil master who OVERPLAYED HIS HAND.
I have never heard it better said than this: "Had they
known it, they would not have crucified The Lord of Glory"*.
111322PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol. 33, Edward Ibeh
Title/Theme chosen: #4, Overplayed Hand.
*1 Corinthians 2:8. 2P
Much As Love And Hope Defeats Blackest Blight
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask
To stride a victor over battles fought
A winner, hero, to live again thus sought.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
To view morn again, revel in delight
So too, shall hope gift its defending shield
Much as beauty to mankind such truth yields
Knowledge within life's wandering parade
Revealing heart's dreams are too oft overplayed.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Beg forth a basking moon, to defeat night
So too, will joy and happiness return
As wisdom teaches, life's truths we must learn
Alas! To man a great battle to win
In this earthen sea that so darkly spins.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask.
I shall walk from the dark into new light.
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2022
Rhyme, ( Found Within A Deep-Sent Night Dream )
Is all this Allusion
Simply an Illusion
Confusion becomes Arcane
Machination simulation
Overplayed Arcade
Compiled of piles
Underlayed charades
All awhile a smile
From delayed Cliches
Versatile Beguile
Endures soft Laughter
Ensured another Chapter
The Lure is Pure
Unsure
Of what comes After
Life of Demure
Better than Life of Immure
Intertwining for the Finding
Of the Ultimate Cure
Why do I go threw this life knowing I have no purpose,
Wife friends family around me tell me that I'm worthless.
I have felt alone for far to long, life on repeat like a song overplayed, sometimes I wonder if I have over welcomed my stay.
Why was I put aside from the rest cuz I'm not normal,well I say im blessed when god made me I was to be different from all the rest.
Why is it everyday I cant seem to get it right constantly battling these demons in my head every ing night. Hard to sleep always turning in the sheets evil presence everywhere has me in defeat
Beautiful is just a word
The same as
Kind
Attractive
Repetition
Doesn't give it any significance
Do you know me
See me
Own me
Saying it won't make
Anything more beautiful
Overuse
Overplayed
It ain't pretty
No meaning in your words
No significance in your words
Don't call me beautiful
I'm myself
I'm more than
Just "a beautiful lady like" me
My Kevorkian Alter Ego
Go head jump
Put me out of your misery
You don't have the balls
All talk and no devastation
This charade is an overplayed drama.
It's boring me this non event
The only thing that has died is my interest
I want a Greek Tragedy.
Cutting your wrists
Attempted O.D.'s swallowing pills
cries for help that have been drowned out
By the song of false suicide threats.
It's embarrassing to watch
These pathetic acts of a coward
A gun in your mouth with a hair trigger.
An electric appliance in a filled bathtub.
A toaster would be a nice touch
Makes a great headline or caption ...He's toast
These are methods sure to end it.
Your slow boat to death has run out of rivers
The Chiva the Cocaine the Oxys the Meth
Are condiments used to flavor addiction
So let's get it over with
Time to make the grand exit.
What makes you think anyone gives a .
Make a big splash that will show them
That you don't give a either.
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