She is as predictable as a wheel-owning hamster
Running in the same circle, over and over
No matter who she is dating
Not recognizing her relationship wheel
The rest of us see it clearly
Her patterns are predictable
She sabotages each relationship
In a clockwise manner
Dong the same things
In the same way
Saying “that wouldn’t work” to every suggestion
Loving her hamster wheel path
Positivity is more than just a deed
Souls rejuvenate when they feed
Positivity makes negativity leave
So I believe in positivity
Negativity sabotages paths
Are you the person who laughs
Bang bang
Happiness is my slang
Your eyes are shining embers,
Beckoning the ones,
Lost in storm of life sea.
Persevering the sabotages,
Turmoil brewing,
But they ignore me,
Why are you so repulsed ,
At the sight of me?
Am I that ugly?
Your hands are strong
Upholding the beacon
With mighty determination
So why do they withdraw
When I am crying
At your feet?
Why are you so repulsed ,
At the sight of me?
Am I that ugly?
Your voice is the sound that rings
All the time in my mind
Bitter but soft
But why don't they ever
Spell the name of me?
Am I that ugly?
I drift, I splash,
I collide,I collapse,
Just for one solce,
Will you ever find me?
Or
You are just repulsed ,
At the sight of me
I am that ugly .
serene stun scenes seen
singularly secluded
stars seem simply shining strained
sun shuns such scent sacks
sabotages surroundings ---
scribble sleek soft-sounding songs
10 January 2023
Never give out your locker combination.
Word of warning to sixth graders who do not listen.
They trust their best friends, right, and their best friends’ buddies.
They only gave it out to two or three people.
They sometimes learn a hard lesson
Someone has sabotages them – taking out or putting in.
No idea who. Too many people gave out the number to others.
Never give out your computer password, they are told.
They have not learned yet.
Still want to trust everybody.
Give out their social media password also.
Finding out the hard way that others have character flaws.
I’ll pluck the poisonous parrot with a PROVERB:
‘Nob’dy can make you feel inferior without your consent!’*
(But WHY
Would I give my consent,
ANYWAY?)
(Because it’s a habit!)
(Because DREAMS are SCARY)
(The mean little P.P. SABOTAGES words with words)
…a little advice: pull out the tail-feathers first,
Then pop the poisonous parrot in the pot,
And it will resolve into a fine glue
With which,
You can stick words together
(best use of raw materials!)
*Eleanor Roosevelt
Written On: 1/8/2019
For: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
There is a call in the distance
I know my future will witness.
No calm offer shields my bubble,
it floats high to crash, then crumble …
Soon will come your final undone.
I use love-you-smiles to battle on
while you destroy your own Avalon.
Real life constantly sabotages
my feel beneath smiling camouflage.
I already hear gentle guitar chords sadly strum
and wish purifying, steady rain to rinse me numb.
Doves will later all gather for a united coo
as the world finally releases all forms of you.
In a fire never man-begun,
your purest force will heighten flames,
your final quiet will be spun,
and the sun in you will set tamed.
Then, upon your clear horizon
dear peace will ease all my frightened.
Anguish
The bastard race of tumultous ferver
Forever fallacy in chasing what cannot be saved
Lawsuits abide in troubled times
The search continues for the castle of glory
What can finally be awarded degrades to dust
A fearing mind sabotages itself
I've been in and out of a creaking rat race
Selling secrets to promise slashers
And it burns to be so scorned
A cleansing fire emerges
Searing the psychodrama from personality template
Mystery never solved
Just evolving to higher planes
Cut me, cut me, I feel nothing in this world
No one cares or shares my story today.
My pain goes beyond even yesterday.
I have no idea, when it begun or will end.
Or even if the thing I do, will kill me.
Or do I even do it, or is it something.
Maybe someone, from within my mind,
Or is it a memory, from within my heart.
That sabotages myself and tears me apart.
I am not the problem, as they all say I am.
Voices shout and eyes stare at me so.
Inside I scream for help and understanding.
I hunger, as I chew and spit this poison.
I hide these sacrifices, from those who love.
Anger of times past; haunts my future tomorrow.
Do not pity me or surround me with sorrow.