Looking back on retrospective
Was more in the way of coherance
Now people seem alot less subjective
Or perhaps a lower level of tolerance
People now even more so argumenitive
What seems like a society of disolance
One might say this is just my perspective
When l think of those no corrrespondence
Even now more so l am appohensive
Having a brief moment of remembrance
These times just seem so repetitive
Id say nothong but mer nonsance
Old idea originaly scapted got lost with this one
Trying to keep rhyme but alsoget mesage across written 2023
Greater London.'
Greater Melbourne'
Greater Germany'
Greater Isreal.'
Am i missing something.?
Alliterative poetry poetic contest is refreshing repetitive.
August 25, 2025.
As my body shakes violently,
In the midst of sound sleep;
Naked and alone
Lying on the cold concrete...
This reality of my nightmare,
I DREAM...
In the tangled web of my thoughts, you’re stuck,
A plague that both torments and comforts.
I've heard whispers of your newfound flame,
Yet I ponder how long that flame will endure.
For I know, like clockwork, you'll return,
Cause after all, it’s our twisted dance, our familiar tune.
You lack commitment,
You’re unworthy of a love that fails to fathom you as I do.
I see through your layers, your every facet,
In and out, I comprehend your essence.
And I sense your weariness, your cyclic journey,
Repeating patterns, chasing echoes of us.
No one understands you like I do.
You may roam, seek another’s embrace,
But in their arms, you'll find traces of me.
For remember, I'm your genesis, your first in everything.
I am your teacher.
Don't let fleeting boredom cloud our bond,
You're my addiction, as I am yours,
So come back, my love, once more.
For in the end, we're entwined souls,
Lets keep dancing,
Let’s sway in the rhythm of our toxic grace.
Check all the seats in the front of the bus.
Check every seat, and don't make a fuss.
Check the back seats and the front ones.
Check all the seats for lost daughters and sons.
Check under the seats when the day has ended.
Check on the seats, don't leave any children unattended.
Strutting about like you'll outlive God.
Take control of the throne.
You in that loud, notice-me sports car.
Weaving in and out of traffic.
On the byways of your little man planet.
Racing to a family that doesn't respect you but fears you.
As you vroom up your long driveway.
They honeycomb themselves in their rooms.
Hiding from the arrival of the repetitive sting.
i can hear this rain
tapping against my window
the beats more steady
than that of my heart
(from my poem, thoughts on the rift)
December 22, 2019
Arbitrium Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
How do we help the next generation?
How can we help them when we are not even sure how we can help ourselves?
How can we come together as one when this country is more divided than ever?
How can we get everyone to realize that violence isn't the answer and there is more to life?
How do we help them realize if one person does something bad or evil to them it wasn't everyone that had done it, it was only that one person?
How can we get them to realize their actions have a larger impact than they can see?
Why are we trying to get our future generations to realize all of these things and more when they have learned it from us and we are still doing these things and more that we are telling them not to do. Until we change our actions and behaviors nothing will ever change.
Can anyone relate, to pain once it begins?
No way to escape fate, the broken record never ends;
Accept now what is, not longing for should have beens’,
What was, is not, what is, what a tragic end;
There never was a what was, its an imagined should have been
Round the hill of lost love, winds the river of lust
on the coast of this loss crashed an ocean of trust
in the hour of truth, not one second was worth
rusting away, in satirical birth
which spread through our veins, and consumed all that's pure
like a sickness of mind, only I will endure.
to breath and to feel, and to soak in the fury
the mind that seeks refuge as another one hurried
not finding success, we'll wish to rewind
to see all the dreams we wish we would find
but now that our choices are already made
hope that these thoughts, bring you back just a day.
the soul who will cherish, and fight for your envy
is the one who will let all your troubled thoughts carry
the hardships, and pain, and earned misery
that life has provided, who trusts not in me.
the singular truth that one just might fathom
is a share of ones life, who's love can't take part in.
whether they hear, the words honestly
my bind to her lives, unconditionally.
So repetitive
What is life with no change, no excitement
Noting to get your blood pumping
Everything feels grey and old; maybe even dead
Where is the new in life?
Even the “news” in the newspaper is the same.
People killing people, sex scandals, robberies, and rape
So repetitive is life
All the “bad” people that never goes unnoticed
Look at our media they make this world look monstrous
What about the good in the world
Lady, age 73, great health
Donate a kidney to save the life of a 5 year old child
She may want no recognition, nothing in return, but shouldn’t we add to the good in the world
What little there is, or what little is shown
But she only gets to feel good for herself, by herself
Though life is repetitive, life is life, and to have life is a lot
Look at the “news”papers its all the same, people killing people, abuse, drunk drivers
Focus too much on the bad, blame ourselves or the media
Which is easier?
Damn repetitive life, give us some new, some good to cast away the image that some of those people have on life or even death
What is living with no change, no excitement?
That’s not living..
Stop calling.
Get out.
Drum beat in my head
making me shout.
What can I say?
It’s all fake!
I can’t hear what you’re saying,
please pronunciate.
Someone let me out
trapped inside,
let me out.
Stop taunting,
you know it’s wrong.
Don’t understand
what’s going on.
Please stop!,
please stop!,
this repetitive song.
This is the end of you.
No it’s not!
Don’t know what to do.
This is the end,
end of you.
Turn it over,
Side two………..
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