I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that i am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or -could it be that you're just-"Stoned"
Well I invite my auntie over
Thinking all this time she's rolling in the clover
And wouldn't you know,
A little blonde knocked on my door named Snow
She tried to pass off my aunties old license
But boy she looked more like Mike Tyson,
Then my dear belated aunt Flo
So all in all i told her she had to go!
Urge for Loyalty in service
The fealty Of taking badge pride
Vest no cunning brigade aegis
Fits in thE atmosphere of a better slide
Length of great passion
The wOrth of hampered green
Host the Voyagers wit caution
Gist thE sail save wave's careen
The center Lead of vaults
The crease mime lOgo of chime
Standing still against inactiVity waltz's blame
To aiding thE earth's issuing assaults
The pace of Lasting bond
The fear Of children's want
Stage aboVe the stake of tricky end
To wEigh the comely oath savant
There is no curse for the Least
There is nO cuss in adultery
Self loss accustomed drunk's saVory
But a no go loosE for liars amidst
Thou hath boLdness emit on earth
Averse nOthing opaque bearing the cross
To peace seeking doVe's directories' worth
Boosting Eon's hope crosswise
Whichever is it
Nothing worth more
Only love and love hit
Situating outward cares cum bore
When on mother earth you fall
Pass off no hatred
Cry all you can but stand tall
Above darkness influences that can be afforded
To move on as thy born nature has been,
Pass on, O Passing Cloud, with all thy blight,
Let every dark despair deliver hope,
Let every cheerless gloom smile as delight.
Come if ye may, unto my dry drab life,
Let rainy days no despair to me give,
Nor strife to me, born who's in sunny land,
I love to see rainbows at sunset eve.
Come, Passing Cloud, teach me to stay afloat,
There’s no joy like soaring high in blue skies,
Come as a rescue boat in stormy sea,
Try, bring back cheers that oft fail to arise.
Remember, Passing Cloud, there’s no failure,
As, to pass on be thy innate nature,
Each failure fertilizes seeds of cure,
As bright dream oft follows a bad nightmare.
Life too is much like thee, O Passing Cloud,
Be it so dark, or bright and silvery,
Every day’s born with a new hope from sun,
All things pass off-- times stormy or breezy.
If what moves on is world, to let go's life,
To stay put, a sure death-defining strife,
Clouds drifting slowly from vanishing sight
Be my moment, eternal that alights.
Gray storm clouds circle around
As I can hear a distant rumble
A breeze picks up, the leaves tumble
Thunder speaks with a low drum sound
Rain reaches the hill here and there
Refreshing my troubled heart
So many things, no-where to start
But, there is resolution somewhere
I speak to the storm, thunder I join
Things that I know will be heard
Or some will pass off as absurd
It’s really like the toss of a coin
The day’s hot air suddenly cools down
Green leaves flutter in the air
The Humming Birds feeding, do not care
So happy, free, sweet sugar - no need for a crown
Heidi Sands
5/14/22
Life's journey is always uncertain
We never know whether it'll be happiness or pain
It's hope that'll always keep us alive
And for a better future we all shall strive.
And sure there'll be a brighter tomorrow
And everything will be okay
We'll be having a good good life
And that's what, my conscience say.
I have seen the best of times
And seen the worst as well
But time is a great healer by itself,
And how? It's only for time to tell.
The worst days will pass off
Paving the way for good
Our good old days will be back I say
Let's just do our duties, what we should.
But amidst of all these chaos
There are some lessons learnt,
That should we defy nature
We shall bear its brunt.
But for now let's all hope against hope,
And Let's pray that everything be fine
For sure it'll be a good good life
And we all shall rise and shine.
If you've noticed there's no problems,
the government has too.
There's a billion cars poluting
and a mask to put on new.
There's a tax upon your property
for nothing they might do.
And a pox upon your neighbourhood
the cops will card at you.
There's a billion kitchens rinsing
what the government calls trash.
Where the people doing the rinsing
pay the bill of their own cash.
And a group of food been modified
they pass off as organic.
With no label to say otherwise
and keep us guessing frantic.
And a thousand private food banks
telling government we're poor.
When a wealthy funded welfare
should exist for our tenure.
Making several billion dollars
from a loan invested gold.
On a mint who's plates are rendered
for a government to hold.
Where the deed to our own dollars
are a travesty of old.
And the breech of our own value
for the talismen's last fold.
Where no food's upon the table
and the market sold to one.
That the note to one another-
"Hold your own until you're done".
I am not that person anymore
I have settled old score's
People can change
Can they ?
Do they really ?
You tell me !
Or are we not creatures of habit ?
And are the only people who this mythology dispel ?
Trying far to hard to pass off the same old set of cards
As second hand for new
But can't fool you anymore
Because fool me once
I stopped counting second chance's
When I ran out of fingers and toe's
And what we sow we reap
Talk is cheap
I pen my poem imperfect
Impassioned, yet lacking any of the prose,
That professors preach repeatedly
But not possessed within my posts
I pretend to pass off poetry
To a populace content
And as I penetrate a bit deeper
my poem becomes palpable at best
Hey kid, whatcha doing here
Has it already been a year
Father time is all grown up
2017 I wish you luck
Years gone by to tell the truth
Have been more than a bit rough on you
It's time to pass off the baton
To the new kid on the block
This new kid to come along
We hope to fatten him all up
With the best of everything
All the goodies life can bring
We'll treat this year like no other
Save the baby and bathwater
Keep him around until he's old
Polishing the silver, shining the gold
As every year we hold out hope
That this one's not all that she wrote
Oh and if you don't mind,
One more thing
Will you get the phone...
I think I hear the New Year ring
Don't you see what you'll be?
What is possible
Set you free.
When doubt runs the game
The days are the same
Fix on a worry
Pass off the blame.
Can't you see what king you are?
Stepped from your kingdom
Once too far.
When the crow flies by night
You're lost in your way
You sell off your crown
With the things that you say.
What you'll be is gone
Writing in stone.
What you'll be is gone
When day is done.
Flower’s heart flutters
Bees pass off the love letter
Bed remains fertile
Alone together
He pulls out his sharpened knife
Names tattoo a tree
Current pulling hard
Water pulling you under
What’s the river’s name?
maybe there’s an inner shame
that s/he doesn’t want to talk about,
maybe a thousand shrinks couldn’t
skin the top of that surface,
but it glows from out the iris when
confronted with another who
sizes him/her up in this day & age
with an assessment of a whole
personality, based on what it is that
one does for money.
quickly running to that pool of excuses,
quickly devising lies---
anything to paint a picture of a person
that s/he isn’t, anything to pass off the image
that what s/he is actually doing in life
is all
temporary.
because this place in life, this moment,
which s/he wishes in the deepest of her/his heart
that s/he was not currently living,
is in fact the case &
s/he is more concerned about the opinions of
others, s/he is more concerned about how s/he
will be perceived down the line,
as such a fragile existence taunts.
problem is,
it’s all temporary---
anyone can lose it all so quickly that their
****ing head is left spinning &
if you are not living with that notion in the back of
your mind,
then there is not a pool of excuses out there
which will save you from
your fall.
You put a jar over the flame,
Snuff me out before I have the chance
To burn. How could you--
Leave me alone in here?
My strength, like the wax,
Can dripdripdrip for so long until
I end up a pool of goo.
My patience, the wick,
isrunningshort.
You encompass me with those jack-
O-lantern eyes, bind me
With that W-ed grimace that
You can pass off as a smile.
And when I guide you
Up the path, you'd much rather
Take the shadow, so that
The cobwebs, and the
Pinpricks, and my
Scabby knees don't matter
While you are moths,
Swarming round the blue light--
It's the most comfortable
Death by far;
Because so long as your capacity
Refuses to ensnare me, it
Doesn't have to be your fault.
(I am flaring, fighting long, satin shadows
That weave their way over
My poems.)
I beat against the panes (You
have to admit, your rapport
is just transparent),
But there's no getting through.
It doesn't matter;
I could blow myself out,
And all it would do
Is give you an excuse
To buy a better light.
My quota short, those letters all I got -
You know I’ve never asked my parents why…
A famous Jack, the Ripper – surely not!
I really wouldn’t/couldn’t harm a fly.
The bright and breezy sailor comes to mind -
Although I’ve never fully gone to sea,
I’ve crossed the Channel (sailing of a kind),
But truly nautical I’ll never be.
The spooky lantern used at Halloween,
Its carved up grinning pumpkin face aglow!
I guess I couldn’t pass off looking mean -
Okay, perhaps that one’s another no.
Aha, I see – old English term for man!
I don’t believe I’m macho stuff, alas.
Although I act as manly as I can,
I’m not a he man - no, I’ll have to pass.
I wondered why and had to ask my folk.
‘Ah,’ Mother said. ‘I thought you’d ask me that.
‘We couldn’t choose - and then my waters broke…
‘Your father drew a name out of a hat!’
I’ve tried to hide
But you find me
You find my psyche
Dressed in a turtleneck
With a refined scarf
And you disrobe each layer
Pulling at that dangling string
The hint that may unravel me
Playing hide n seek
Like a toddler
If I hide my eyes
You can’t see me
But when I’m peeking
Through the cracks of
My insecure fingers
Squeezed tight afraid
Of being so raw
Your gaze is still there
Peeling back unconsented
Layers as if to ravish
My vulnerability
But you don’t
Give me a choice
I stand powerless
And the plastic smile
I could pass off
And use to convince
Strangers of my
Perfect world
You simply pick at
Digging your curious nail
Into the cracks of my being
Like an experienced banker
Identifying counterfeit money
You laugh at my mask
Your gaze chisels
Gaping holes that
Crumble in the heat
Of you loving me
And there I am
Thankful you found
My real and naked me
Because sometimes I hide
And I cannot even find myself
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