The US women’s team used to dominate them all
as everybody else was watching men play football
now as everybody else values their women more
the US national team once so dominant will fall
No man nor beast can survive,
In a climate meant to deprive.
Barren of hope and loss of scope,
Where no one gets out alive.
Seeking a place to reside,
Full of contempt and pride.
You've followed a path, guided by wrath,
That destroys the goodness inside.
Lost in a forest of shame,
Looking for someone to blame.
Blinded by fears and drowning in tears,
Will mark the end of the game.
All that remains is a shell,
Now a prisoner bound in Hell.
The death of dreams and nightly screams,
Left alone in an empty cell.
Don't you know you hold the key,
And the will to set you free.
It starts today, once you say,
This isn't who I want to be.
Change is nothing new,
To the man behind the mask.
His change is but a reflection,
Of the day that now has passed,
If told today, that yesterday,
He'd have to live again,
He'd say a prayer,
Take one last stare,
But never let,
Regret win.
R.K.H
Birds still set to nature.They return to nests to rest to dot in dark and come out to fly cutting the Sun rays.These men caught and confined them to cage without learning the lesson to be punctual to men’s late and flying to men’s walk!
A big smacker on the bum is usually a good sign
Especially if accompanied by an extra long sigh
If the other party drools
Even better the rules
For a long and happy set to, if no one's nearby
Like a vase containing flowers,
a writer becomes a vessel for words
Beyond seconds, minutes, and hours,
displaying lines set to bloom in what’s heard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Take me to the distant places
Take me far beyond the sky
To embrace the broad horizon
Where both my wings can fly
Take me to a place of courage
Far beyond a place of fear
To unfold my true formation
Sailing forth to seas sincere
Set to rise with true elation
Former thoughts to unlearn
To discover more within me
A desired truth to yearn
For the place I hold so dearest
Confirmation of a sign
To live my life on purpose
The opened door is mine
A time of bold decision
With discouragement aside
To a land of my victory
With my eyes kept on the prize
On the prize………….
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Read with image at my blog: purelandsutras.wordpress.com
Night’s shadow lours upon the world
And the streets are silent like the
Netherworld—without a single
Morning soul to be seen or heard.
But amidst the dimness is a lone
Lit nest serving toffee flavored coffee,
And as the jukebox sings “Do I Worry” ,
Wistful nighthawks gather to ponder
From midnight to twilight, minding
Only their lonely aloof thoughts,
And to be adrift in surreal reverie,
During this moonlit lull when the
Sun shines bright but in dreamworld.
Note: Do I Worry is an Ink Spots song.
Poem released into Public Domain
The story of my life
Still in construction, still in progress
But I say to you now
It's a nightmare
It's a nightmare so last, so long
I dread for waking up
I'm afraid to wake up
My only comfort is sleep so I won't have to dream at all
I wish I could set my days to ashes
And set my nights
Like a scene from the Garden of Eden
Yet I'm 10 for 10 waiting in a 100 length line for a miracle
My hands, clenched, prepared to fight
Only no one's in sight
An empty corner accompanied by an empty audience
With a growing silence
When did this needle of lead become my lonesome companion
A freak-show contained in a cage by choke chain
When did that become me
How long has everyone been standing there
Pointing, laughing
The same length of time
The man on the moon has been serenading the sun to come Back by it's side
Earth...I despise you
Yet I can't escape you
I'm grounded, chained to you by my neck
So in pain I curse your name in every possible way
Shedding a drop of blood from my eye
In sorrow for the way...
Grumpy all the while
housing all the bile
building on hate pile
calling all vile
distanced by a mile
missing all the smile
hemmed in an isle
All set to derail.
A Poet's Dozen II-First Date
Sponsor: Silent One
She, The Young Rose Was Set To Bloom
young rose set to bloom
dawn's light awakens my soul
beauty in red shines
Her graceful dancing brought on great applause.
I was unworthy, bad temper the cause.
As her eyes spoke to my sad, longing heart,
Crystal palaces shattered within my soul.
Angel that once inspired great hope in me,
Her singing voice kissed my soul quite divine,
In my heart, Heaven then lifted the sea,
Spirit said walk away, she is too fine,
Decades shall pass, before you find sunshine.
Date Written: December 28th, 2015
One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5
A couplet: 2 lines, 10-10
Free verse: 2 lines, 10-10
English Quintain: 5 lines:
Rhyming scheme ababb
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:50
4th place....
if this is how I'm set to die
alone and in this room
id rather that you close the door
of this imposing tomb
I lay my head against the stone
and all throughout the tomb
I watch as I see images
of my impending doom
So there I try to close my eye
and covering the doom
I hear a soft voice in my ear
that whispers to me,- soon
and up above the voices speak
their lullabies all loom
and there above my head revealed
the angels in the room
A blue pen, on a white page.
With red and light blue lines,
Three holes and “fuzzies.”
The story of my life.
The story that begins with, and ends with,
Tears.
The story that is filled with pain,
Hatred, love, romance, abstinence...
Laughter, sadness, heroism, and helplessness.
The story that has only just begun.
Who knows where my life will take me?
New places, experiences, and emotions.
But should I rather say “new to me”?
My predecessors have long known these things,
But will not give me the knowledge of success.
Only hope, courage, and inspiration.
The hope to find a path of my own.
The courage to follow it, and
The inspiration to pass it to others.
Why? Succession.. In this life, is from within yourself.
No one can ruin your life,
Lest you be silly putty or Play-doh.
Impressionably, controllable, weak.
I am not molding clay; I am stone.
You, nor anyone else will ever control me.
I am my own, and no one shall ever surpress,
The person I am becoming.
No one shall dare to alter,
The story of my life.
"Set To Sea"
No more rain that taste like tears...
Took my sorrows that I buried in years...
Placed them in a bottle and sent them to sea...
Hoping the tide will carry them far away from me...
Maybe to an island where other bottles hold the same..
A place where pain and sorrow is never a game...
Now the rain is just a cool reminder of a different time...
A refreshing drop of water that tastes only of happy signs.
So let it rain, I will lay under it and let it awake and inspire me...
So I can write and play and never dread the rain and thank the sea...
A little more insight to how I love and how I blow off steam....
I play with words and love others to read and follow my dreams...
by Michael J Falotico
Gone we are this day you'll see ~
Off away to nether lands ~
Gone we are to sail with glee ~
Aboard her now a'come all hands ~
With them then such all sort stuff ~
Carried down to dock a'blow ~
Mate say now 'tis quite enough ~
That ye have we'll stow below ~
Sails await top yards hewn strong ~
Winds a'whistle 'round harbour's end ~
'Tis this journey shall be long ~
A'sea does now landsmen send ~
Maids ashore do tears so shed ~
Mates aboard stand fast all ~
Fear of ship or sea they dread ~
None may change sea siren call ~
Captain now come he aboard ~
Krewe now all with eyes ahead ~
Struts he now as noble lord ~
Wish now they this call had fled ~
With soften voice yet strength within ~
Captain hails his men below ~
Sail with me lads off to sin ~
Seas all seven we now go ~
Choice so made long before ~
Ship a'sea men a'shore ~
Dread naught but fancy free ~
Sailors all so set to sea ~
SeaWolf
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