Of all the songs
You seem to be
The tuneless one,
Less subtlety.
God's orchestra
Has dealt a hand—
More toneless rasp
Than golden strand.
I wonder if
You long to be
A star
In morning's reverie.
Do tears well up?
Perhaps that's why
You paddle more
Than flit and fly.
And yet…
I see you
Standing proud—
Such confidence
In every crowd.
You waddle round,
For pictures pose—
Such character
Without a nose.
You dress with style,
All brown and green.
There's pride in how
You peck and preen.
You're grounded,
Yet you float and glide.
No treetop nest—
You strut with pride.
So maybe I
Prejudged your tone—
Less violin,
More slide trombone.
In that, the panoply
Of life
Requires such confidence
Amid the strife.
To show us humans
Not to compare—
Just be yourselves,
Be fair and square.
And when life gives you
Orange sauce,
Puff out your chest…
Just stay on course.
You're looking hot
Deceptive skin
I lust to know your
Soft within
A slice in two
Reveals your soul
Accompanied
With salad bowl
I scoop away
Your very heart
Combine with cheesy joy
To start
Then pop you back
In skin replace
Moments before
I stuff my face
For veggies first
That is the rule
As rhyme destroys
'Poetic cool'
Often prejudged
By outer shell
By those who know you
Less than well
And yet, potato
Your simple heart
Intends to nourish
From the start
I wake to all
That you can be..
The master of
Versatility
CV
What hurt filled words did you convey, What in the world did you say, You made them leave and walk away, You are acting like their prey.
Fighting does not make sense, The neighbors can hear you over the fence, You will not listen are you that dense, What we are is in great suspense.
I cannot judge for I will be judged, In judging I may be misjudged, Oh no I could be prejudged, All I want is some chocolate fudge.
I will leave it all up to God, He is my fighting squad.
Date Written:4/21/2021
I watch you enter the building in uniform
Realizing you will be prejudged and despised by some
Who were taught that you are all monsters
You give them encouraging smiles anyway.
I see your goodness as you buy pizzas for the ones
Who rarely have pizza, and play ball at lunch recess
Showing the dubious ones that men in uniforms are not scary
Or bad or the same at any way at all
Which is why you bring your partner, for you are different.
One of you is black, the other white. One is old, the other young.
I watch you do your best to help children and adults solve problems
In peaceful and loving ways. I admire your stealth.
I watch you running into buildings when everyone else is running out.
I watch you approaching sinister situations, expecting the best.
I watch you and I marvel at your selflessness and your dedication.
Police officer, I want to thank you for your service.
The divorce rate has sent my self indulgent,
millennial heart into a tail spin,
and I'm unsure if love can subsist,
although I find myself lost on cloud nine.
What's the square root of two?
I bet it's not unity.
My brother made a run for the hills, chasing
metallic, white powder that was more enticing
then life could be.
I followed after him. Hopeful, yet stagnant.
In the end, I wish I could see him again,
but my poor millennial heart is lost
in how many likes I can get,
and bhakti chai tea.
Remember how Mufasa died?
I'll have better luck with strangers.
I haven't chased my brother since the last attempt.
I don't want to keep climbing back up over the ledge.
So keep smashing that bottle of your favorite,
cheap McCormick's over the head of your least
favorite employee, while mocking the rest of us
for our lack of ethic in the work place.
We only just spent thirty-five thousand dollars to earn a piece of paper,
saying we can do what we don't have experience in.
My poor millennial heart.
Prejudged, but I'll keep my head down,
so I'll never have to hear about how bad
socialism,
immigrants,
or Planned Parenthood is,
ever,
again.
In a cobwebbed dusty corner in a dark attic void of light. Holds the essence of my being thr menories i hold dear. That's brought me where i am today and still nuture my fear.The dolls and movies and magazines the records scarred with age.The tiny five years diary.My private dreams on every page.Mememtoes from vacations packed full of summer fun.Post cards from distant places of trips not yet begun birthday cards and tickets stubs.Treasures dear to only me of value to non but I.There worth prejudged so long ago cherished till the day i die.Every scrap of paper,every letter packed awayholds a very special memory that's with me everyday.And i'll keep that part of my life with me always.Asmy life goes on and years begin to show strain i'll always have a place i can go to relive my youth again.
I can't control what I'm feeling inside.
Come with me baby and take this ride;
I'll take you where you wanna go!
In a rush or soft and slow.
Never again will you be lonely.
Want to be your true love only.
Let them talk-it won't make me run.
Just let me be your number one!
You will be my number one, two, three, four, and five.
Just believe in me, for I've never felt so damn alive!
Let them talk, it's just the jealousy in them.
You better not walk, for we are the perfect item!
They can feel my rhymes, this magical, and heavenly flow
People prejudged me for my crimes, and yet only a few really know
You loved me from the start, and yet you didn't care what I'd done
So I gave you my heart, and made you my number one!
*Note: The very beautiful Deb Wilson wrote the first two stanza's and I wrote the
last two....
I can't control what I'm feeling inside
Come with me baby and take this ride
I'll take you where you wanna go!
In a rush or soft and slow
Never again will you be lonely
Want to be your true love only
Let them talk-it won't make me run
Just let me be your number one!
You will be my number one,two,three,four,and five
Just believe in me,for I've never felt so damn alive!
Let them talk,it's just the jealousy in them
You better not walk,for we are the perfect item!
They can feel my rhymes,the magical and heavenly flow
People prejudged me for my crimes,and yet only a few really know
You loved me from the start,and yet you didn't care what I'd done
So I gave you my heart,and made you my number one!
*Note: I wrote the first two stanzas and Jimmy wrote the last two
No one to hold, leave home I had been told
A parent teen who lives in Bordesley Green
It was so cold only sixteen years old
No nicotine, no partner to be seen.
And Social Service, made me quiet nervous
They served me gruel for lunch with arsenic punch
An arrogant crevice with no justice
They sit with evil stench in selfish trench.
Purse in pocket at the supermarket
With a prayer to above in search of love
Find a packet of hope for my basket
My faith soon leaves of dreams, a soul lost dove.
I am not free to be what I may be
Community, prejudged, excluded me.
The game is over, you win; I willingly throw in my hand
The cards have been stacked in your favor, exactly as you planned
I know the stakes were high and maybe I folded way too fast
But I no longer want to play this game; a game I know will never last
I’ve already lost too much and more I cannot spare
So no longer deal the cards my way, the game was never fair
I’ll count my blessings early and leave this table of deceit
For a game already prejudged is a game I cannot defeat
A sore loser I’m not; I’m just tired of a game with the same outcome
Petty to most of the players; highly important to the lecherous some
I would have stayed in had the cards been properly shuffled right
Instead I saw the cheating displayed, clearly within my sight
So game over, I fully renege and completely throw in my hand
I’m starting my own new game; one where it’s not already preplanned
Fair, consistent and honest; my game will entail all of this
Entertaining each new player; this table of love will never dismiss
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
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