When I was in high school,
I had a fall,
It was from a cycle,
but changed my all;
I had ligament tear
in my right foot,
Could not go to school, got
typhoid to boot;
Weak in my body and
stressed in my mind,
When I did go back, I
fell way behind;
I lost my life's purpose,
Despair set in,
I failed in my exam
to my chagrin;
Had a nervous breakdown,
Redid one year,
Mind full of sad questions,
Heart lost all cheer;
Today, when I look back,
I wonder why
such a thing was allowed
by God on high;
To teach me a lesson
about setbacks,
To increase my small faith,
In God relax;
I learnt to lean on Him,
when troubles come,
He taught me to stand strong,
not to succumb;
All things happened for good,
This I know now,
Eighteen years have gone by,
I've grown and how;
That phase transformed my life,
It was a test,
In hindsight, I perceive
God knows what's best.
I died when my mom died, too young to know,
my dear nanny's sweet love sustained me then
For three short years, she was my dearest friend
She was an angel, helping me to grow
One day, she left and then I died again.
I was just five wondering what I'd done
I gained, unloving stepmom with a son
and I felt all life could do was just rain!
I did life over, but this time I sailed
I saw an opening and took a chance
Today, I die bits at each friend's demise
moments time stole, become faded and paled
I know I'll see friends, if only a glance.
I'll join their dance among clouds in the skies.
April 8, 2023
for 'I Died poetry contest'
by Craig Cornish
I need a little bit of color in the kitchen, I lied.
My husband laughed.
He knows that I do not “do” little.
I tore it up, and redid it from top to bottom.
It went from dull, blah, ordinary brown and beige to an extravaganza.
“I would never be bold enough to try this!” my cousin said.
“Why did you do it?” asked me mother.
She thrives on brown and beige.
“Has your mother ever met YOU?” my husband asked after she left.
Momma said
Go ahead
Be misled
By jughead
That egghead.
So I did
Keeping Kidd,
Getting rid
Of bad id
Was redid.
For: What's New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
January 2, 2022
Ars Longa
It finally happened!
Someone in the East Wing
Goateed a Madonna and redid a Rembrant
a la de Kooning.
A blond with Vogue patterns
is crouched on the hall--
She's eyeing a Van Gogh
eyeing her from the wall.
We judge from the blushes
of blue-rinsed ladies in fur
Rude comments were made
on the audio tour.
The guards commandeer
Donatellos for targets
and are cleaning their pistols
with snips of Vermeer.
The staff in the Art Shoppe
is selling originals
and hanging the copies
in Gallery Five.
They're burning the Monets
they've tattooed Apollo,
crowds clamor outside
to get in on the fun.
Cars circle the gallery
in infinite coils--
curbside parturitions
here a boy there a girl.
These Electric cars are so expensive
I found these old one and redid it
To bring a smile back to me
The parents could not afford $400.00
This was a little boy's dream
When I finished it he road it he went round and round
The joy I felt cannot compare
To any I have ever felt
The Green Bay Packers was his favorite team
This is a cut up song by Scars on Broadway, I just Redid it to my liking,
Acid Rain Spits From The Sky.
Was this the way we were meant to die.
Choked up on Cocaine.
While we spin and go insane.
Buildings crashing to the ground.
People crushed and die without making a sound.
was this the way we were meant to die.
Were we gone, do we fly?
Comets falling for the Earth,
Is this the end or a rebirth?
You never want to die like this.
You've never seen the sky like this.
Clouds Spitting acid rain.
People laugh with the pain.
You've never seen the sky like this.
You never want to die like this.
Mother, are we flying through the universe,
Are we dieing through the universe?
Are we crying through the universe?
In this day that we can't reverse...
Time is now running out.
No one hears the pain-filled shouts.
You've never seen the sky like this.
You never want to die, like, this.....
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