Come all ye old fellers
Gather ye around
We'll talk of our dads
And have another round.
What's to say ? We all had our shares
Of getting out of his shadows
Some escaped soon, others were late
And some are still stunted right out of the gate.
Pointing at him, is like pointing at us
We are more like them than we admit
As we look in the mirror and ask ourselves
Would we have done any different?
So let us all toast
To our imperfect dads
And remember the apple
And where it lands.
I’m not going to miss you when I leave
Because I dreaded going
The moment I came
Missed you
As soon as I first saw you
Your coat is warmer than mine
You’re kind
You make my heart feel at peace
You’re one of the few people I confide in
Who makes my chest not feel tight
I love you
We’re so similar
Your eyes are my same colour
Your laugh sounds nice with mine
I’d say your my other half
But we’re already fully alike
Something about being around you makes me feel safe
I think it’s just you
I talk to you
And share my insecurities
To the point of almost crying
Why I drink my coffee black
And how I think I need different medication
Your low wise voice
In the black night
As we drive in a truck that makes too much noise
I like that one too
You’re kind
You love me
And you act like it
There it is again,
stretching, a wide toothy grin.
Parallel to an Odynophile,
forcing that heartless smile.
With knowledge it causes,
agony unseen, pain it obliges.
Each encounter sustained,
a knife wedged, an inch gained.
Perforating into the marrow,
stinging, dripping, each cut shallow.
Fragmenting the warmth within,
displayed upon a pedestal to spin.
Out of control, no finger to grip,
no longer centered, it slips.
Apathy takes it's place,
Similar reflections now etched upon a face.
ALL, HAVE SIMILAR ENDING
Old, white haired, teeth missing
And what's left are not too good,
Every part of the body hurts
At one time or the other.
So what do you do?
Visit the doctor? No.
Just take it to the Creator
and the Redeemer.
Who I know loves us,
More than men ever could.
He has all the answers,
He counts the hairs on my head,
And I lose them also.
That is what sin has done.
My sin? Yes, and no too,
Sins of my ancestors have
Enfeebled them and me.
The way out is not as
Many men plan or think.
We lost our way, His way.
Yes, the way He intended
Is not the way we are,
Too much of the time.
Can we find our way back?
Yes, we can, if we will change.
If we will heed His voice,
And His written word,
We can find our way back.
Out of of all the confusion,
And mess men have caused,
Listening to their own
Deranged thinking.
Pride and selfishness,
The cause in the beginning.
So let's turn around,
Back space and follow
Him who knows us,
And how we were made.
He can make us to be
What He intended for us,
In the beginning.
And, we can end up
With joy everlasting!
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Love is similar to a child
requires to be taken
and treated with much care
to be able to grow strong !
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
Soothingly spiritual, sublime sweet songs.
Seismically sensitive subsurface screens;
Substandard systems severe shakes scarce seen.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
Subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
Somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
Sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
One bird cannot make a pun.
Yes, it's true. But the toucan.
look fresh and familiar
our poems may sound similar
Hear God our redeemer
A poem to meet some of my senses.
Jim Horn
Can you not be so similar
Yo seems so criminal
I see me in you
Oh you’re too cute
Man you make me crazy
I turn around you’re gazing
Find something different
Tell me you’re innocent
Now I’m beyond intrigued
Is that why you’re so neat
What’s up with that dude
How am I so much like you
Man you make me crazy
I turn around you’re gazing
Find something different
Tell me you’re innocent
Don’t laugh at the same stuff
Stop eating the same lunch
You are so not my opposite
So how am I not content
Man you make me crazy
I turn around you’re gazing
Find something different
Tell me you’re innocent
Who’s thinking about romance
Should I or just scram
So out of the ordinary
To meet someone so extraordinary
Man you make me crazy
I turn around you’re gazing
Find something different
Tell me you’re innocent
I am of Nosferatu sucking out the life force damning it to hell.
I am the bringer of death to the closed mind, the inhibited self.
I am that which is feared and escaped by all with free will.
I am of the race that feeds off the dead in thought and the spiritually ill.
I prey on the assimilated with no minds of their own.
I take and become them as they become my drones.
If you choose to abide and conform to the norm,
You make my job easy to assume your form.
If you choose to assume a ready-made face,
You make my work simple to take your place.
If your life and being fits the usual mold,
To me you have just been bought and sold.
If you follow the old pattern pre-made,
I am your shadow to become your shade.
But if you choose it thus not to be,
Then you choose to thwart and deny me.
When the choices you make are yours alone,
A visit from me you will ever postpone.
When your spirit’s not tethered and let to roam free,
I will never become you and you will never be me.
So if you choose to be self and soul true,
I will never know to replace you.
When you look at me, what do you see?
When you look at me, what do you expect?
When you look at me, what do you need from me?
May be, I may not be perfect,
May be, I may not be your type,
May be, I may not be your kind,
Nor your friend, neither your like,
But, ooh no,
We are not the same
Nor, are we similar,
Neither are we a like,
However, we share the same commonalities,
We are all people, made from fresh & blood,
We are the mighty creators,
We both breathe,
We both drink & eat,
We both reproduce,
Yooyoo taa!!!
Do not forget, we both release,
Ooh yes!!!
Clear my mind,
Opened up my mind,
Let me see through.
he wears his heart
like an old familiar coat
out for us and them to see
thrown across his shoulders
loosely wrapped
so nonchalant
I recognize the solitude
and how he wears it boldly
he feels alone and empty
as if abandoned in the night
he’s not so different
him from I
not so foreign at all to me
I’m one of him
he’s one of us
we’re kin
we’re all the same
we’re one with them
the lonely people
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
So many countries, scenery so different
But people are the same no matter the observant
Same basic folks
With unique cloaks
All act the same, whether ordinary or intelligent
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
My eyes are dazzled, by her unbelievable beauty.
Honored, I revere her magnificence, as I peek into the telescope.
Seeing this nebula move not at all, though I know she is.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
An interstellar beginning or a super nova end?
No way to tell. Like humans, stars begin and end the same way.
Delighting the high-powered telescope in the planetarium.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
I take another peek, holding my breath, amazed at her beauty.
Fantastic colors of this nebula delight and entice imagination
I hope she is at the beginning of her life cycle.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
Dust, hydrogen and helium, swirling interstellar galactically.
Twisting and turning in a fog with other ionized gases
No matter her journey, I marvel at her optimism, and her grace.
grim measures for similar states
successful, expressed for reliable mobs
of absolutism, a gallery for Maghreb’s
intellectuals with frail aims
infringing mourning words, words of familiarity saved
for mobile polities, throbs
life, mummified and buried bodies and robes
of rebels recalling shades
edging, forming better incestuous ties and ordeals
lying bare, conjoined with flashy movements
of isolation, optional signs
distorted senses, resolving identities
of sepulchers, not salvaged forever, endorsements
of decadence agitated condign
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