A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and plans
Yes I did it
That I don't deny
But what gives you the right to decide
If I'm worthy of my life
Pretenders are worse than murderers
Yet you sit so highly on your horse
Perched pretty on your saddle
I, not worthy of the scum on your sole
Throw stones and leave me for dead
Like you've done so many others
What goes around comes around
Soon it'll be your glass house
There goes the bell
It's time for the daily head check
Let's see how many of the ones you condemned
Have found their way to death
With shouts of glee, twin hellions fled
across the park while I would tread
behind them. Always it was me
who had responsibility
of them, who acted so ill-bred.
They wouldn’t heed one word I said,
and I would watch them as they sped
on skateboards, weaving recklessly
with shouts of glee.
But then at night, with stories read,
they’d sleep like “princes” in their bed.
And Mom and Dad would both agree
they were so sweet. . . All I could see
were imps who’d wake to cause me dread
with shouts of glee!
April 19, 2022
For Regina McIntosh's Your Favorite Theme Poetry Contest
After the aftermath
of the cisterns quieting,
a moth flutters free
then drops into the nest
of sounds that crickets weave.
all of our away-words
wait the gathering of ground.
between our usual state
of lost and found.
we hesitate in leisure,
presuming to douse our thoughts
with memory’s perfume,
intoxicate our wilderness
with stupor,
known to render children mad
and madmen to surrender.
Some call us, pretender.
So light a breeze upon us
one could scratch to catch
a tick of something licking
at the bottom of your mind.
You cannot find a trace.
It has no face.
Some believe it has no place.
There is no there from where
you feel you are
and though you wish upon a star
or carry moonbeams in a jar
no ordinary miracle can reach that far.
For far is work, when close is easy;
now and then are whence;
and where you were
is where you are;
all else
is just pretense.
Pretenders
By; Miracle man
6/14/2020
At birth God gave each, a soul and a voice,
but when it comes to voice, we divagate.
How we see it's use HE has made our choice,
some make bad choices, or equivocate.
In today’s climate many voice their whines,
causing division while dispensing pain.
Completely ignoring God’s set guidelines,
as great pretenders too often we feign.
Psalm 160:6
“Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD.
Praise ye the LORD.”
Its were love have been build and feelings are created.
Its were secrets are hidden and loneliness is the power to realize you are alone.
Its were silent is the message that tells you you need someone to talk to.
Receiving and loosing is just a matter of a love.
Receiving a clutch, loosing someone you love?
Oh no! it just go mula.
Creating stresses in a place called mind.
Your eyes is making your eyes blind.
It is so easy to die because of love now.
This is a place called heart,
A place of peace for all lovers.
But connected in place called mind,
A place of disgrace for all pretenders, haters and cheaters.
Having a talking blanket but still feel cold.
Told yourself you are in love all along you are in freezing point.
damn what a disgrace!
Going to traditional healers for magic potion to make love, coward!
Do you think you can escape with pains?
Oh please do'nt try to fool yourself.
God did not promise love without pain.
When you driving love in fast lane stay alert.
Do'nt cheat and drive please.
Heart breaking accident happens.
Arrive alive in that place called heart!
We act like mortals,
racing along the threads
of time like mice in granaries.
Infinity is deep within our DNA,
hoping that one day we will illuminate
everywhere we were afraid to see....
(Villonnet)
Like jelly beans displayed in crystal bowls
presented with a flair for make believe,
we don costumes in vogue of yesteryear
for come this night, we nourish hungry souls.
Our parts are scripted on the printed scrolls
we voice before a thirsty crowd to grant
escape into a fantasy of wealth,
like jelly beans displayed in crystal bowls.
We strive to broaden vivid, perfect roles
where on the stage, a spate of dreams are fed
as though true class can be pulled on like skin
for come this night, we nourish hungry souls.
Like jelly beans displayed in crystal bowls
we wait backstage for entrance to the fete
for come this night, we nourish hungry souls.
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