I might prefer time to alter my line,
Ends up replacing ofences against good takes.
That aims perfection to surplus my present,
Merrily got up as a cause to those opted processes,
And now I am what I am with no more retakes.
Title 1
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced breathtaking full-filled air
Spreads out enjoyment summons fair
Forgiving trailed Earth's crowning Star
Forest startup's reserves stretched far
Healthy hoards and wholesome intakes
Fresh novel minds elsewhere, retakes
Obsessed consumed florists stationed
Lives styled out stretched reawakened
Seedlings advanced Heavens promised
Groundbreaking achievements calmest
Cob-web silk thread eight-legged shooters
Tethered roots edged equaled footers
Floods 'neath grounds raise the gigantic
Psalmist summoned lessened frantic
Misplacements sequenced adjustments
Cause coursed through major monuments
Misfortune causeway lengthens aches
Stressed strung-out unmeasured outtakes
Commons traversed rights owned presence
Neighbors challenged core quintessence
Claimed righteousness labors bear fruits
Attributes are well-served ... grassroots.
Who am I
To seek to fly
Touching the sky
Left life behind
For peace of mind
Wondering
Blundering
Making my share of mistakes
In my mind living the retakes
Hard I have I tried
Lord knows I have cried
The fairy tales all lied
Worked my fingers to the bone.
Seems I am meant to be alone
I'm at fault
My heart is a vault
Hard to soar
Wishing for more
But I do
So true
I want to fly
And I try
Fear holds me back
Dark thoughts on the attack.
Maybe faith in myself I lack
Refuse to kneel.
Do I have the will
To go all the way
Facing my fears
Weighed down by my years
My tears
Fighting my desire
To get lost in that fire
Letting myself loose my way
Live for today
But today is pain
Lost in the stain
Refusing to give in
For I must win
Someday
Someway
I will touch that sky
As I fly
Past this pain called life
Rise above this self made strife
I find
My own peace of mind
Searched so far
To find some star
When all this time
In the words that I rhyme
Keeping my feet on the ground
I have found
That I already can fly
Touch that sky
Make it mine
I will shine
Be the light
Shine so bright
As I make my way
To a new day
“You don’t indulge in much self-reflection, do you?” Peter asked me.
“Are you asking about that time in Reno I shot a man just to watch him die?” I answered.
A poem from a friend (by Peter):
A big affair
I know more about particle physics than love
but you have a magic of your own,
and I want to be around it.
A big affair
A fight for your attention and commitment,
a revelation, a feast of impressions,
I could drown in it.
Peter hops up for a handful of peanuts, then retakes his place on the deep red couch next to me. “Sure,” I say in my best frenetic, surly and spoiled voice, “leave me alone here - desperate for kisses - and then try and creep back into my life.”
Inevitability
David J Walker
This is how I turned 20
With plenty of time left to
Opine its wastings awaiting
The sun to set
The weekend to come
Christmas
Birthdays
Summer vacations that
Race past the calendars edge
This is how I turned 30
Looking over a shoulder
To see who is catching up
Who is making up
For past mistakes and
Begging for retakes for the many
Wasted opportunities
This is how I turned 40
Feeling the changes
To my body and
The beliefs scattered over
The spectrum of
What is or
Is not to come
This is how I turned 50
Bracing for mortalities
Callings
Hoping that believing
May facilitate the stalling
Of recompense
On the final tabulation
To come and, oh
Tipping is encouraged
This is how I turned 60
In quiet contemplations
reflections
Concerning the reality of or
The days of coruscate refraction
that belong only to me
Is this how I will turn 70
in the insouciance
of what will be
is the outcome inevitably
predictable
Praying for Reincarnation
David J Walker
David is someone else and
I am merely playing his part
Memorizing then repeating
His lines
That I would never say
Stumbling over mistakes
Begging for retakes
Hoping I stay
In character
Throughout the passions play
And then
Play the part better
On another
better day
David is someone else and
I am merely making a start
To my life
Within his skin
Lighting a candle
Praying for reincarnation
Again
And again
My auntie her first name is Beryl
Put other road users in peril
She mounted the sidewalk
The pedestrians squawk
and report her to Sherriff Merrill
The Sherriff puts her under arrest
as Beryl says she tried her best
But before Beryl kills
With her dire driving skills
He insisted she retakes her test
The examiner discovered that
Aunt Beryl is as blind as a bat
So it made perfect sense
To decline her licence
I’m as pleased as a Cheshire cat!
08/10/21
Hey Babe, it's Me here!
The day's on the run!
The remakes
And half takes
Are for the boss
And the bum!
Hey Babe, it's Me here!
The chase is for the bit!
The truck is not
A train yet
The heart will see
The hit!
Hey Babe, It's Me here!
The tug is for the noun!
The "Who" is just
A verb for the foot
And the found!
Hey Babe, It's Me here!
The best is for
The part!
The deal's just
A steal with
A take back
The start!
Hey Babe, let stay here
The world is
A fall apart!
The tug's not
A rug for a trip
But the heart!
The retakes
The stand stills
The long gone for
The found
The half tracks in
The way back
Are for a real
And an around!
Hey Babe!
It's me Here!
It's at this time I like to write
No longer day, but not yet night
Where Sun and darkness can not see
The Silent One come visit me
Where shadows flow like whispered rhymes
Of sorted tales and grueling times
And so collaborate we do
In the twilight just we two
To share on creased and crumbled page
Both pain and pleasures through the age
Where tears do shed, and veins do bleed
There cryptic words no one can read
And as this world fades from our sight
Regarding night as lack of light
While the Sun, retakes the sky
The moon retreats for it is shy
Thus, it waits another day
To move the Sun, out of it's way
But, before the light is fully shunned
I wait here for The Silent One
And there we'll write until quite late
To once again collaborate.
This Is an N/A
Get up girl its 6 o clock
Ur duty strts of pick nd drop
Hurry up! Now its almost 8
No time for a nap ,u r already late.
Dress up nice nd get ready for ur class,
U gotta tone tht tummy nd kick sum ass
100 things to do but its ok to pause for a while,
Ur doing a gud job so just look in the mirror nd smile
Dont rush urself,u need to give those bones sum rest
Cook urself sumthng nice, u deserve nothing but the best.
Nobdy is perfect here nd its ok to make mistakes
Life is not ending in a day and there will be several retakes.
Sum days will be a complete mess while sum will be fun
Its ok ,relax,its same with with almost everyone.
Sum people will apreciate ur hardwork nd sum will only talk,
Just keep ur head high nd continue to walk.
Whtever you cud do , you hv already done
Ur not an icecream seller nd you are not here to please everyone.
U r raising a bful family and ur doing simply wow
U r no less than a queen honey so just paturself nd take a bow.
I got butterflies
Up and down my stomach
If you feel the same way show me how bad you want it
Whenever you come around
I try to act cool, be smooth
But I keep on fumbling making mistakes
Wishing there was a slate so I could do retakes
Quietly beaten myself up for looking so foolish
Thinking I can’t do this
My heart’s bursting out of my chest
Why do you make me so nervous?
I wanna be more than friends
But I don’t think I can confess
I don’t wanna be the one to ruin it
And break up what we have
So all these feelings I’ll just hold it all back
And try to make up for the courage I lack
And remain in the dark, put an ice pack on my heart
Happiness is an illusion, a mirage, a delusion
fostered by a trial separation of truth from reality.
You have to be made to be happy
Or succumb to the happy state.
Few are born happy, newborn babies cry
Few die happy, unless in sweet dreams asleep.
True happiness is born of smug acceptance by peers
It is worthiness flowing to and fro in tides of tithes
shared with family and friends, till chest fills
and the good ship 'Happy' floats out of dry dock
after a spell of reparation and renewal.
Made good, with make-ups, remakes and retakes.
He gives me a heart-ache
And wants me to take a break.
His love is crazy & full of retakes
Yet he knows I will always be with him
Whatever it takes...
They say it right, love will find a way
And when it finds, takes all fear away
The warmth it beholds, transcends every confined end
Brings us closer and makes us better with nothing to pretend.
Go out! Make mistakes, be wrong,
For it is only one life we have
That is all we need!
There is no retry.
There is not a checkpoint.
There is one try, to get across your point.
No do-overs, no re-do's.
No starting over, no take-two's.
No retakes.
No sequel.
Leaving mistakes.
Keeping all evil.
There are times when waking up is hard
Easier when you are near yet difficult if far
That's when I stay down like a fallen card
As though I am as stuck as a star.
Do you watch the moon while I see it shine?
Are there lights or is it darker
I have chills running through my spine
And you're straightening it with a thick marker.
Strange as can be that falling asleep is worst
Always staying awake until I see the sun has risen
My sleep patterns are reversed
My soul is in prison
Even when I try nothing seems to work
All I ever do is lay awake
While our memories lurk
In my dreams with multiple retakes.
Flowers bloom but always die
Beautiful until they fall to the ground
Their petals disintegrate as they lie
And they do it without making any sound
I just want to be loved for who I am
All of the negative simply makes me ill
Through every tear, I still swam
Because I still have plenty in life to fulfill.
Written and posted on May 2nd, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin
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