Old cotton knee-Lenths
smell; an old book of poetry smell,
Unseen socks
between the matrass and the ground floor
of nowhere,
where discarded apparel through the ages,
molders unread.
Daily we wash the stains off
our words,
once in a while
we recover them from
a closeted library of mismatched leftovers,
mental Himelick Maneuvers,
unclog threads of meaning.
Recuse the becalmed.
where they wallow untouched
by time
and just as funky as summer armpits,
yet
all that bookish residue
is retrievable,
It can be made to walk upright,
as if it still had legs.
The world keeps spinning day after day
But the one thing always remains constant
It's love sweet love, nothing's more enduring
The only thing we've ever wanted
Nothing replaces it not one single thing
It's the most ultimate enjoyment of mankind
The reason we breathe, it's why we exist
All the good things in life combined
As hard as we try nothing can replace it
Since this big old world first began spinning
It's the real reason us guys were created
The reason we're constantly grinning
Imagine a world where love didn't exist
Could we handle the constant upheaval
If you think the world's filled with hatred now
Our life would be beyond retrievable
So let us all pray that pure love continues
And one day we'll all live in peace
What a wonderful amazing world that would be
When hatred would finally cease
Master Piece”
After my temple was pulverized I found myself weak
Sifting through my ruins
Salvaging the retrievable broken pieces
As I manage to stand to my feet
Placing them all in a stack
Collecting and putting them in a heavy sack
That Im attempting to carry relentlessly back up this slippery slope on my back
Now determined and ascending away from my darkest lowered levels
Im climbing into a brighter light
With revisions of greater sight
Avoiding all the hindering evil spirit devils that use to tempt me in my past life
Finally reaching the slippery slope peak
Through perseverance Ive ascended out of my grave into a new body and Im no longer weak
Death to life is what I speak
A greater daily intimate connection with GOD is what I greet
My main nourishment of assistance
That supports me to steadfastly stand firm on my feet
As I effortlessly assemble my broken pieces back together
Building from my past testimonial thesis
Equipt with the knowledge Ive obtained throughout my valley journey
Would also contribute to my display of my masterpiece completeness
Like the brightest stars we fade in time
Losing the sparkling diamond in our eyes
Our zest for excitement slowly subsides
Attempts to succeed become futile tries.
The light we send out diminishes with age
Life, as in childhood, is no longer sublime
Each day we slowly turn another page,
And think about when it will be our time
While frantically trying to recoup our youth
Knowing the past has slipped slowly away,
We cling to our wit and humor often uncouth
Searching for real meaning in every day.
Not retrievable in this fleeting dimension
We search for vestiges of elusive truth,
In a restless world filled with hatefulness
While protecting our own, staying aloof.
Until no longer the night sky projecting,
We burn out in a barely noticed blaze of glory,
And hope upon hope, not really certain,
Someone will care enough to tell our story.
Written July 22, 2022
NEW BEST POEM LIST #41
POETRY SOUP
July 25, 2022
NEW BEST POEM LIST #66
September 1, 2022
Do not dwell in your past
Where the fattened maggots
wallow in your rotten regrets
Where the high ocean of opportunities
lost, kiss the very lips of the sky
There, they are dying dreams
helpless hopes and murdered music
that made your heart once merry
and sweetened your soul to sing along
till that very song was stolen from you
I tell you something my friends
let not such lyrics be forgotten
Fight to win your voice back again
Sing that beautiful song you once had
and echo your music louder this time
Everyman in life wether great or small
has witnessed both a push and pull
Don't be like the wasted candle wax at night
Rekindle your dreams and shine brighter
like the setting sun that fades to rise
Whatever lofty life you may have lived
Whatever dreadful deeds you may have done
Whatever great loss you may have incurred
You have paid the price already my friend
Don't be beaten twice by the baton of the past
I give you this sincere words of advice
I hope they mix well with your better wisdom
Nothing lost is loss unless your dear life
all is retrievable as long as one is alive
Time may outrun you but can be met in time
A sign on the gate read,
“No Democrats Allowed” –
Here no more debate, an
arrow pointing to an
elevator, “Democrats
Please Press Down” – not
one retrievable soul could
Peter find in the Democrat
Lost And Found: all votes
having been Forensically
Counted, Heaven's Golden
Rule, a thunderous voice they
heard cry out, “God Ain't No
Doting Fool!” –
‘Tis true, time waits for no man, but moves swiftly along
Age to eon, in big laps or small, time is never retrievable
Once gone it can never be recaptured, even in song
Moving inexorably forward into realms unbelievable.
written May 24, 2021
entered "Time" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Why do you listen to echoes of shells strewn above your ears?
Those voices, once soft and loving, now bark churlish commands from ai drones, whirring subconscious tropes, retrievable by unseen
Puppet Masters; confident their mass of
Luminoids will sway like clouds of wind
Swept insects, inhaling vast quantities of
Ideas and movements of humans
who
remember
where does time go
transient
a fleeting gust of air
non retrievable
a whirlwind in a mirror
fragmented shattered
unforgettable memories
unforgivable regrets
a circular menagerie
slow motion
rewind
replay
a vortex of emotions
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on December 22, 2018 for STANDARD CONTEST NO.150 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Was that to know what was real life and death?
Was that to know our nature?
In the deep thick blood and mud driven snow when the world could not get bleaker
Dead bodies bereft, left to the winds, the larks tunes beat to the carrion birds feasting
Was that worth what we had to bring as the battle cries now weaken?
Was that worth all the unmarked graves, all the boys and men that will never leave here?
Was that worth all the death and noise, all the feared tears and screaming?
Was that worth what we lost out there that will never be retrievable?
The cost of war is paid for in so many different ways and war's small print is always misleading.
little boxes ticked
delete button selected
memories erased
the good and the bad
no longer retrievable
new memories made
forgive and forget
no words left to remind me
will my heart forget?
Eileen Manassian
TWO YEARS TODAY!!That's right, go ahead
and let the UNIVERSE know big SISTA, that's
1,051,200 min sober yeah we're countin
WITH YA! Raise your arms, leap, feel free to
shout a SCRIPTURE, crowds clapping, joyful
smiles and tears, NOW PLAYING " DAWN'S
DAY" A Paramount PICTURE... The past and
all the uncontrollable, irresistible, impractical
disease infected moments are
WITHDRAWALABLE, they are erasable, no
longer noticeable and you have shown ALL
OF US THAT NO MATTER HOW LOST YOU
FEEL"LIFE IS indeed RETRIEVABLE" Disease
and ADDICTION are SURVIVABLE, It's not
easy cuz those overemotional thoughts
are so easily MANIPULATABLE, and attack
every weakness to breakdown your guard
trying to convince you that those cravings
are simply IRRESISTIBLE! But exactly
63,072,000 seconds ago you Dawn-ster
stood up to that MONSTER, took your life
back, STOPPED LIFE'S FORECLOSURE! You
recalculated and refinanced the interest and
showed STRIFE, took down the for sale sign
put a hold on moving on to the AFTER LIFE!
i plant a tree in the unit of your soul
i embrace the happiness that refuses to hide in a corner
i loosen up slowly thank in part to the brightness of your quiet genius
i never thought it would be you who lives your life signing autographs of influence
when i wake up every morning, i take in the nature of your smile
heaven is at arm's reach, and God is a gentle peck away
you water the flower in the condo of my mind
what grows, as a result, is a foundation of stability
green i am to your faithfullness and your loyalty
you make loving to love easy and sincere
you make the assurance of definitive truth existant and believable
you make the heartbeat of forever's infinity reachable and retrievable
we do not have to pretend or play some odd and ridiculous role
to honor you, i plant a tree in the unit of your soul....
The world keeps spinning day after day
But the one thing always remains constant
It's love sweet love, nothing's more enduring
The only thing we've ever wanted
Nothing replaces it not one single thing
It's the most ultimate enjoyment of mankind
The reason we breathe, it's why we exist
All the good things in life combined
As hard as we try nothing can replace it
Since this big old world first began spinning
It's the real reason us guys were created
The reason we're constantly grinning
Imagine a world where love didn't exist
Could we handle the constant upheaval
If you think the world's filled with hatred now
Our life would be beyond retrievable
So let us all pray that pure love continues
And one day we'll all live in peace
What a wonderful amazing world that would be
When hatred would finally cease
© Jack Ellison 2014
Twenty steps, I thinks not,
The energy I have not got.
Eighteen steps sounds a bit better
Then again I must write a letter.
Sixteen steps is perhaps achievable
But my computer program is retrievable.
Fourteen steps I may make for you,
But you will have to make them too.
Twelve steps, now we are getting somewhere
But where that is I know not, nor care.
Ten steps, yes I' ll think on that,
But I have already walked the cat.
Eight steps, now you are really talking
But what shall I do while I am walking.
Six steps, that sounds more real,
But then again, how do I feel.
Four steps I will think about
But I think I hear a shout.
Two steps, I think that's a dance,
I really don't think there's a chance.
One step and that's to bed,
Activities there, you read my head.
Copyright Mandy M Tams 2011
Not my first Richard but my sixth.
soup lost the first ones when changing something on the site.
when posting still a novices and scared...
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