I read book dedications and cry.
Nostalgia burns worse than
the words you used to speak.
I've been the problem child since
—well, ever.
A self-fulfilling prophecy.
Isn't it ironic,
my diamond dame?
You brought me into this world
pink and smooth and wailing—
or so I’ve heard.
Some nights, I wonder:
Did the chicken come first, or the egg?
Did you hate me
before you made me?
NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable
Ichikatauta:
5-7-5
Nikatauta:
5-7-5
Sedokada:
5-7-7
5-7-7
SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies
The Passed My Past
my siblings called me
the walking problem maker
~ I'm the problem child
my kids once called me
the walking problem solver
~ I am the problem
~ be better sitters
they are to resolve ~ failure
I win ~ +movies ~ they lose
~ be better parents
they are to resolve ~ failure
I lose ~ objectives they win
~~0~~
I miss long ago
to be called a brat again
and useless to them
I miss recently
to be told thanks dad again
can you help me dad
benefits I ~ had
they have all passed on ~ but me
their absence ~ is now my void
benefits I ~ have
they have all moved on ~ from me
ocean parts ~ but not our hearts
*to my wife and son who are now with my family
MY WAY
I see reflections of my life, how I arrived
at this stage of my telling life, the phase I thrive.
Was a curious child with too many questions
that I kept to myself from my keen attention
for inquiries from a child were not welcoming.
Was hard to conform to ways, so disenchanting.
I was a rebel without a cause inside me
for showing off good reputation was not me.
Like going to church every Sunday was for show
for following and applying scriptures were low.
Complain, compare and criticize were always said.
Whatever is true, praiseworthy were not impelled.
Verbal abuse were there too, mean words stabbing you,
affecting your belief, doubting their love for you.
The kind of environment they grew up, passed on
to next generation and could continue on.
I was a problem child for not caring about
others’ opinions of me, I could go without.
Being different was not easy; but being
myself, staying positive gave my life meaning.
7/28/21 An Interesting Couplet Poetry
Funom Makama
Meter Used: 12 syllables (How Many Syllables)
Used: RhymeZone
Sphere and Did Disappear
Of influence was not sure of which sphere,
Each had belonged to even there or here;
When beguiled;
A problem child,
We saw success when they did disappear.
Jim Horn
Step aside, bruh ...
you’re in the way
Can’t you see that progress
is being stymied ... moving backwards
not forward
Hard earned labor now taken away
Constitutional high jinx:
changing the law
Democratic voodoo:
shrunken heads plotting in a closed voting booth
Every official act done
is shrinking your liberty too
Step aside, sista ...
you’re in the way
They’re taking us backwards,
from the ghetto projects to a Stonehenge cave
If you’re not part of the solution,
you’re a problem child
They’re blocking us in,
moving the goal posts again
You need to focus ... gain cultural clarity
Get past the who to the why
For your posterity
are you brave enough to die?
If not, then get out of the way,
quit stumbling blocking
You’re too comfortable where you lay,
apathy is a sin ...
For the wrong things, you always pray
Aimlessly wandering,
with your G.P.S. needle wildly spinning
Your sense of direction
is blown askew in the wind
You’re in my way,
so step aside ...
Or you’re gonna have a bad day —
New enemy, old friend
seems you’re going the wrong way again
What lies in the dark recess of the human mind,
That place where we dare not travel.
Behind our daily masks of illusions,
To another realm of thought beneath
Outward appearances deceptive delusions.
Here evil intentions are not spoken or
Shown in spite or malice,
But it exists none the same.
Behold good intentions problem child,
Those whom mean well but they become
Lost in empty corners called envy or jealousy.
Dark venues along life’s highway where
Humanities laws are blurred in lights reflections.
Beings lost within themselves, stand alone
On realities jagged cliff.
The candle of hope will not burn here,
Justices winds blow too strongly against
Truths righteous foe.
Laid slain or clipped creature cry out why.
But light has over come the darkness again.
Behold the golden hour approaches and the
Sun shines across heavens once more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Instead of An
Instead of an opinionated point of view
How about something you can relate to
Like a dog dying or cute cat that is sick;
Regardless of which, you take your pick.
Human emotion or maybe of mind;
Someone who from job has resigned;
Problem child completely out of control;
Went to a store and some things stole.
How about child bothering the babysitter
Who never was quiet or ever a quitter
Telling many lies always in his favor;
Bragging and boasting about his bad behavior.
Sounds like some member of ISIS to me
From economic level of the lowest degree;
After his each plot and story is to be told
He gains in age and continues to grow old.
Age is the only thing ISIS has to gain from
all of their screwed up behavior. Things they
are doing absolutely no one should be excusing.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Mysteries revealed and mysteries solved
Events past and present
Biology, archeology, astronomy and physics
A world of discovery
Old or new amazing buildings
Spaceships, first man on the moon
The robots who would take over our jobs
Natural disasters such as tornado or flood
Immerse yourself in history
Was, Napoleon Europe's problem child
Was, Sankt Nikolaus an historical person
Can we make a journey through time
The past meets the future
04.06.2013
A-L Andresen :)
To leave
Or to stay
To fight
Or destroy
Never meant
Never intend
Never wanted
It all to fall
So it starts
So it ends
so its racing to defend
Angry words left unsaid
Lonely hearts still searching on
Fight fought with all might
Seemingly lost beyond all trust
Halo keeping all safe
Fading into mirky skies
Stood and fought
For hours
Hurt and pain it brought
But promise made
Promise kept
Never to be left alone
Always taught
Not to let it fade
It was strong
Feeling weak
It was whole
Feeling broken
What happend
What fell
What made it all
Turn and run
What sounded
The end of round bell?
When did it dwindle
Where did time go
When did we turn
To what we never were
Never wanted to be
A bitter sight?
A deadly sound?
A problem child?
Forever loyal I will fight
Forever true I will stay
Forever at ur back I will be
Come hell high water
And the 7 seas
It now is your call
Stay
Or run
What ever it may be
This is my promise
This is my plea
Hold on
And fight WITH me
against my desk I lay my weary head
ailing of sully thoughts.
the prediction of an angry ruler,
a shadow above me.
dreading to rise and face the wrath,
the answer unknown-
or flown to a place of respite.
words boom, resounding,
demanding explanation.
then, a vengeful blow
lands solid upon my back.
bored slumber now gone,
stripped painfully away.
the problem child,
face to face
with harshness,
makes learning
miserable,
instead of wonderment
and joy.
The holidays are drawing nearer
My problems are becoming so much clearer.
My parents aren’t the problem you see
The only problem that was there was me.
I’m the problem, I’m what’s wrong
Why hadn’t I figured this out for so long?
I’m the one that has ruined everyone’s lives
I shouldn’t be here, I deserve to die.
Now I feel awfully sick
It hit me so fast, so hard, so thick.
Now I hate myself even more
Just wait and see what I have in store.
But is it really all my fault?
When my parents don’t talk to me not even at all?
If they cared wouldn’t they say
We love you honey it will all be okay?
I’m so confused I don’t know what to do
I guess it’s a situation where you can win or lose.
I guess I’ve lost I’ll try to cope
But I’ve lost all faith I’ve lost all hope.
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see
What will happen, what becomes of me.
Maybe it’s hope and faith I will have found
But also maybe six feet isn’t so far down .
I was given...
giving the freedom of speech
the gift to teach, but most of all
to testify and witness the truth
I'm sumthin this world ain't used to
but think about it, I'm needed
and I know this world is heated
they know I pose a threat
and God willing I might just cheat death
and as blessed as I am you and I both know
a sin is a sin, but like everyone who acknowledges
his or her wrongs & rights, I too had to be born again
and my mind set is so militant
in a way it's crazy, so I'm a misfit to these streets
so God is the only one who could make me
or break me, take me from this world
thats why they hate me, but they rate me a problem child
wit a guilty conscience and to them everything I speak
is non sense
No one seems to understand
Why I can’t let you go.
If only it were that easy
And there were things I didn’t know
I’ve looked into my heart
Blessed and broken though it is
I still see you in there
Like a mirror of a wish
Your picture still resides
In the eyes of my mind
Perhaps a fond remembrance
Of someone I’ll never find…
Is there a problem, child?
Why do you cry so soon?
Is there a hidden secret
Laying dark inside your room?
I think I understand
Why you had to leave
But it doesn’t make the pain
Any easier to grieve
Each tick of the clock
Life’s minute passes by
One more song to sing
Another question “why”
Someday seems so far away
When time goes so slow
A melody of soft restraint
Wonders what there is to know…
Sullen and defensive
(what's it to you?)
quietly disappearing
what difference does it make?
[tiny] and inferior
beaten into believing the propaganda
from [un]reliable sources
Her heart knew [stuck in survival mode]
nothing but self loathing and
self preservation. To her (unknowing) credit.
Strength.
Regarded as a “loose canon”
by proxy and
so it went.
Scarred.
A miracle.
In God’s eyes.