It was inexcusable, so I
applauded
Marauder of my emotions,
pacing ... seething
Bored with action,
his disgusting attraction to
scoffing at me
repeatedly
Same old rusty pin
popped my heart balloon until
I lost count
What did he think I would
amount to?
dust
He predicted it
so I fulfilled
the prophecy perfectly
all
by
my
self
What could have been
a long, lovely bike ride
was rudely interrupted by a
loss of balance
From my deeply skinned knee
slowly emerged dark red Hues
of Blues
that had resided below the surface
for way too long
Then the numbness set in
only adding to the pain
Finally, resorting to a place of
pitying him
helped more than a million
countless therapy sessions
Past the point of being
passive. Too weak to be
aggressive,
his big mental muscles
stopped scaring and scarring me
after enough time was lost
I killed him in my dreams and
revived him
in this other reality
What is there to gain
from a man like that
Unseen
Uncared for
Left crying on the floor
All but wanting more
Dismissed
Don't care
Death called out
Holding in its hand
Walking alongside the dim
Numbing to the blade
Thinking it as if it were yesterday
But it's always today
Back burner broke
Resorting to outlets
Didn't think twice to repair
Or to mend
It's fine
You'll see
When she's hanging
Outside the corktree.
Ripsnorting depravity cavity of sporting gravity
Severity of the brevity cheekily courting levity
Hilarity distorting polarity Tests aren’t a charity
Unpopularity resorting to double downed vulgarity
Clarity for sorting parity then humility not a rarity
Some austerity can feed & lead to prosperity
Precarity due to the complete lack of dexterity
Asperity at temerity & totality of Bazball brutality
Banality of celebrity vanity caused the disparity
Mendacity that red ball is just all about audacity
In reality plans need adaptability or fans profanity
Rapacity of elan talismans fatality simply insanity
Wardrobe malfunction for Robin,
resorting to needle and bobbin ~
mishap happened behind a church
leaving Batman high in a lurch.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She wanted to know
Why I loved her so.
But I lose the flow
When I try to say
Why I feel that way.
I start to explain,
Then start once again.
Start functioning brain!
I’ll try one more time.
Quite desperate I’m
Resorting to rhyme.
I love your blue eyes,
As blue as the skies.
I love that you’re wise.
I would write some more
But she’s slammed the door
Mumbling, stumbling, inaudible rambling,
The pity, the pain all but Biden now feel,
A spent man bereft, resorting to grumbling,
The fishing line out for opponents to reel.
How did we now reach this insufferable place,
Where a once wily Joe spun his fine web,
Enticing, enveloping with street gotten grace,
His mock Irish banter making folks fall in step.
The ravage of age, that indiscriminate scythe,
Lacking compassion, blind in its grasp,
Cutting down poppy's both lowly and high,
Never once stopping to ponder or ask.
So it falls to the man, with loving advice,
To know when to pen those few final chapters,
Leave it too late and it's a roll of the dice,
A legacy lost and good name in tatters.
Blind pride a sheer folly at most times in life,
Obscuring the path that shows us the way,
The one to traverse with safety not strife,
Avoiding its grasp, not falling its prey.
Country the goal before lowly ambition,
Wisdom and service the call for each day,
This is America's greatest tradition
The foundation from which no leader should sway.
When things are somehow going wrong
And get you in a funk,
It helps to try to lift those spirits
That have sadly sunk.
Resorting to plan B or C
May boost your sagging state
And going for a walk or ride
May more than compensate.
But trying different avenues
To fix a major plight
May prove that sheer persistence
Can make everything all right.
We all destined to suffer pain and death
and great sadness on earth.
Pain and suffering are always inevitable.
Men suffer because of sinfulness and carelessness.
Human brain has the highest intelligence
but their choices and will power cause negligence.
We all live to suffer, to prevail is finding meaning through suffering and dying.
People need to learn how to settle their arguments without resorting to violence.
Threat of resorting to killing is irresponsible
and irrelevance.
Men must seek God to amend for their wrongdoing,
accusing blasphemy is lack of reverence and insulting.
©?aroque
Swirling autumn leaves
for whom no one grieves,
consumed by a storm,
envelopes our form.
Nodes within us stir
and all chakras whir
as our soul's tribute
to death resolute.
Eye ought not be pleased
seeing leaves deceased
yet this transition
sparks bliss ignition.
In death there's beauty
but egos snooty
resorting to guile,
are in denial.
Our heart knows what's true,
let's life pulse renew;
each transformation,
our meditation.
21-October-2022
Hazy, hot, stagnant heat with cough
Humidity reaching 100 degrees
Waiting for storms to cool off
And also maybe a cool breeze
Resorting on water to get by
I think I prefer winter and woodstove
I feel like I’m in a fog, like I could cry
Dreams of being in a cool ocean cove
The heat wave has lasted a while here
It’s been a tough summer in many ways
I know others struggle lately everywhere
As we try to hold onto hope these days
A lot of effort to survive and get by
Holding onto faith, love and light
Remember, you are not alone
When there’s an aura like the dark of night
Heidi Sands
7/24/22
There is so much they don’t know
They will ask but they don’t like the answers
It is not that they ever question them
They are always different from their beliefs
They will never admit that their ideas are wrong
But they will not admit any others are right
They get offended if anyone calls them on it
Sometimes resorting to crying or hiding away
They are modern, woke Americans
Safe knowing that their ignorance is protected
© Poem – MII/***/MMXXI
Lord R.e. Taylor
Seek the joyful moments for grander living,
While keeping your head held firmly high
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.
We are given few opportunities for reliving,
To change our life’s course before we die
Seek the joyful moments for grander living.
Always eager to practice sincere forgiving,
Giving no credence to any monstrous lie
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.
Avoid at all costs resorting to pitiful sniveling
Which can begin with a self-indulgent sigh,
Seek the joyful moments for grander living.
Every day, try to find time for thanksgiving
Try to see all things with a discerning eye,
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.
Early in life try to discover the joy of giving
And add it to the creed you live your life by,
Seek the joyful moments for grander living
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.
written October 15, 2021
Her Hazel eyes suit me, my apologies to the people of love, I know you are all greedy, I know her eyes suit all of us.
Her eyes turn us into a paint,
The waiters are becoming Tango dancers,
The lotus flowers are raising to offer loyalty and love;
The palm trees and the fruits on the palm trees are turning Hazel;
The rice fields are resorting to her,
The tree of Life coming to seek life out of her eyes,
The moon is becoming Hazel, the sun is already Hazel.
She flicks her fingers and everything turns into a paint,
you wish to have it,
but you can't have it,
because you are trapped in it.
Read the label, please
There's an ever present misery measure we humans live/die to choke
blame on anything/one that's not us involved.
Rationalization, my right hand,gossip, the tool of the m asses
is a good key to that ever-present padlock of stoolish whining
about our tofroupdowninout ill framed decision makers
resorting to open blaming others, alive or otherwise
for our every pinched plight poorish purpose, a sicklic
intelli-dunce approach to our only one time proactive earthly ride.
Thus Protract yr crude cranium from yr **** atmosphere of
non nominal unthunk rituals, constipated criss-crossed calamitous capitulations of WTF? Get it right, tubular, on point and move toward the light of Mind
over mush my friend; add/subtract/multiply/divide trading
in yr socio/domestico sad stilted neo
seculoethic impertinent ignorance aplenty aside,
for an in and or un solvable resolution into yr own soulful sink
to a resent-ful evolutionary end game waiting room.
Close cover before striking.
Oh, what a poet I could be,
If it wasn't for Babslou93.
Each day new words come thick and fast,
Each one I think I'll make the last,
But no, I can't resist the lure,
I send a stonker right back to her.
Then back she comes with thirtyfive,
I strive to keep the game alive,
My paltry twenty she jumps on,
Sixty eight, where did that come from ?
I'm really stuck - I've got a Q,
Defeat is clearly now in view.
Resorting to strange words, it seems
Nothing can outwit her schemes.
My every little plot is thwarted,
I'm really feeling quite exhausted.
The end's in sight, a final flourish.
She's won the day. My game was rubbish.
And though I'd like my breath to catch,
No chance, she's after a rematch.
And so the hours are whiled away,
As urgent matters of the day
Are sidelined, but pleasant I agree
Is Scrabbling with Babslou93.
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