Destroyer, discrepancies.
How to sort them out?
Dismantle, then fire post-freeze.
River, run rue rout.
Destrier, to break mid-stride.
Sacrifice a pawn.
Midnight train, buy ticket, ride.
That will mow the lawn.
Priceless? Quite a prize? Surmise.
In passing? En prise.
Ring? Alchemy. Arcane? Rise.
Stifled cries? No lies.
Falconer, thy widening gyre.
Second coming? Now.
Come and see? Fine funeral pyre.
Live wire, take a bow!
Broil and char? From near to far.
Muskellunge and gar.
Peacocks pretty, poison par.
Dream, seem. Lead. Red star.
Serenity? Stable, sage.
Madness, mycophage.
Roundabout, rill. Rusty cage.
Symptoms mad, thy age.
Ark electric, how you burn.
Tones, burst sonic flame.
Mind cartoons? Ashes in urn.
Same game? Claim the name.
Armies, mechanize and wail.
Never end, our tale.
Weak resistance stale, you fail.
Blaspheme, boil and bail.
Silver, sickles. Red regrets.
Automaton, glean:
He who risks it all once bets.
Wind and wintergreen...
I am not sure where to go first
I have not taken much
just what I could fit into two backpacks
One of them gets heavy
I sit down on a park bench and sort them out
throwing away ten things I thought I needed
because this is day three
and I am tired of carrying two backpacks
I have not asked anyone for help
because I do not know how to do that
and it would feel awful
so far I have just raided dumpsters at night
after regular people are asleep
I become active
searching for half eaten sandwiches
hoping the bugs have not gotten in them yet
Sometimes caring too much can be dangerous
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
It is good to love in stages
So that you don’t allow yourself to end up in a cage
And be enslaved by a misguided notion
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Often we look at people with a royal outlook
But this can be disastrous
Your enemies are not strangers
Sometimes those that love us the most
Betray us the worst!
We pick our friends and love ones but
In the end, in real situations we sort them out
Then, we find out our true companions!
Sometimes silence is better than unnecessary drama
Because you can easily sense a jealous spirit, negative energy
And most of all, a miserable person
My biggest losses came from being too loyal
Your enemies are not strangers
They are people you know so remember that
There is always a reflection of Cain and Abel next to you
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
I cast my gaze on other folk,
and sort them out with shoulds and musts.
My problem is a certain bloke;
his comport fills me with disgust.
Reflecting on him, all I see:
myself, just staring back at me.
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for the Bite Size Contest no.60 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
written on 02/01/23
Florida is definitely in the USA
I’m kinda worried because Milt will soon be on his way
I found a map and studied it and found a ‘Melbourne’ there
I hope he gets the right plane or he could get quite a scare
So if Milt disembarks the plane and gathers up his clobber
I hope some Shiela doesn’t ask him, ‘How ya doing, Cobber!’
But fear not, Milton, if it happens, you’ll know what to do
Just dial zero, zero, zero, option eighty two
That’s should get a special secret agent sounding man
Just say the coded sentence which is simply, ‘I need Gran.’
Turbo Gran will meet you in her Speedy ice cream van
Her secret code will be to wink and say, ‘I need a man’
You say, ‘I need chocolate sauce, for chocolate sauce is best’
She’ll take you and your luggage and she’ll drop you at Key West
From there though, you’ll be on your own, for I must tell you that
They’ve got crocodiles and they’ll try to eat her cat
But Nitro-Cat will sort them out for he’ll know what to do
Which means that we can only hope those crocs do not eat you
Happy holiday Milt!
I broke my heart,
Into many
Different fragments
Each with its own fragrance:
Pick the one that suits you.
He loses the battle of love;
Who quits fighting for it,
When he has won a heart.
Going back to high school
When letters were slow
Processors of emotions:
When you sat, my love,
Before a teachers' tribunal,
The whole staff room
Perusing your hearty letters;
Confiscated the night last;
As you stole study time to sort them out;
You only told me this year,
The pain you suffered for our love.
Guess you blushed
Under that honey skin.
It is a love we have known;
Others only see it in the movies.
Steve works in a call center
to earn an honest bob
but some days he can't believe
the words that flow from some folks gob
They cus and curse
Then eff and blind -
you'd not believe your ears
and if he wasn't made of sterner stuff
he'd leave the room in tears!
I said to him when folks are rude
to remember the golden rule
Just imagine them sitting in the nude
that way you'll keep your cool!
So when they rant and scream and shout
He thinks of his meager pay
but still tries his best to sort them out
and ends the call with 'have a nice day'!
Posted with the kind permission of Stephen Pennell
10~16~16
They Call It Wounded Knee
I came, I saw, I cried;
To the field where they died.
They call it Wounded Knee;
My peoples' history.
Bodies lying, frozen to the ground;
No mourners to be found.
Children still clinging to their mothers;
Laying dead beside their brothers.
The smell of death in the air;
Pools of blood everywhere.
Babies with their heads bashed in;
To waste an army bullet on them would be a sin.
Soldiers surveying their wicked deeds;
Mugging for pictures with the "savage" breed.
Celebrating the slaughter of the Sioux;
Burial is for Christians, but for Indians a mass grave would do.
Sporting medals upon their chest;
Saying that they conquered the west.
Taking the lives of an entire race;
Feeling no remorse or disgrace.
I came, I saw , I cried;
I asked questions of why.
The people of Wounded Knee;
Could not have life and liberty.
The answer was simply said;
"Kill the animals until they're all dead".
"Let my God sort them out";
Land is what it's all about.
The place where the mighty Sioux fell;
Is a white man's hell.
Once was a place of pride;
The field where they died.
Darlene Doll Smith
Assembling the Pieces
Broken pieces
Here upon my table
Sort them out
Many shapes like problems
Here within my life
Work them out
Match together pieces
Try to make it whole
Challenging
Big picture
Keep within your head
Gives direction
Finish puzzle
Gives you satisfaction
Inspiration
How they see us from afar.
I saw a planet it was blue,
It had a white tip. and a bottom one too.
The people here are funny lot,
Some like to kill, and some do.
Others destroy, thinking properties a toy.
They can create, so much good.
But they also build killing type stuff.
Tanks, and Mortars, and torture chambers for you.
But hey all so build hospitals too,
What a strange bunch .we see from afar.
They fight and quarrel, for the common good.
Then take their wondered, to be loved.
Oh what miss understood, bunch these are,
I’m glad were looking from afar.
Life on the planet must be mad,
Not knowing, if your happy or sad.
Look at that place over there!
Stay away, stay clear!
Let god our lord, sort them out.
He’s the only one with such clout,
Maybe he can sort them out.
------
I am not a gambling man
So, I roll my dice
Think twice,
And wait for the Lord
Fore I am not a gambling
Man
------
I am not a betting man
So, I take my cards'
Place them all on the
Table,
And let the Lord
Sort them out!
------
I am not a thinking
Man,
So, I think twice
Confess with Thy own mouth
And let the Lord Know
That I am but,
Just a visitor,
A visitor in the House
Of the Lord
GF
American Idol
Those rolling eyes and special quirks
I love the way you smile and smirk.
Sly sharp barbed Simon Cowell,
Caustic comments make me howl.
Your silent sneer and stately smear,
Make some contestants shake with fear.
That is one way to sort them out!
Before they cry, make signs, or shout.
But when someone is really good,
Before a single word is heard,
Your grin and pensive silent stare
Wait to lavishes kind praises, earned.
I love your show, its rhyme and reason.
So much talent makes watching pleasing.
Applaud grows throughout each season.
By public opinion, singers gain dominion.
Simon et al scout talents each year.
Approving smiles to each heart is dear.
King of the “Jungle…music that is.
Singing winners arise and greet “Show Biz”!
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 14, 2010
Poetic Form: Rhyme
The angels from heaven sprinkle the tears from high; they fall as dew on the earth,
Tears that came from the heart, tears collected from birth.
Through the fits of joyful laughter, to the sobbing of heartache and pain,
They roll down the cheeks, only to be gathered up by the same angels again.
Emotions are the only instigators, in evicting the heavenly dew,
They show the intensity of love, and the hatred when love is through.
Sadness holds the heart to ransom, like a chill turning the drops to frost,
When a loved one has passed on, their partner is left numbed and lost.
However, as the sun warms up a brand new day, and time moves on for a while,
The pain begins to float away; with pleasant thoughts turning sadness into a smile.
From the emotions, which our eyes express as tears, angels will take them above,
And sort them out in categories like sadness, loss and love.
The angels continue to sprinkle the tears from on high, like a carpet of glistening diamonds
they fall upon the earth,
As emotions are learned from the old ones and transferred to the babies from birth.
this mirror is honest,
his forehead, taut and tanned,
has nudged backward his hairline;
eyes staring at eyes, he notes
where humor once twinkled,
there unspeakable sadness now resides;
he surveys in his mind
long, lengthening yesterdays,
accumulated memories,
some vivid, others faded,
some fond, others rueful,
some clustered, others cluttered;
tough job to sort them out,
piecing the pieces together
to form some coherent patterns
out of reflected reflections,
sober intimations of nothingness,
honest this mirror is.
I know how you feel
All the feelings inside of you
Have got you so confused
Not knowing what the right thing to do is
Not knowing why people are reacting the way they are
Not knowing why your best
Never seems to be your best
I know how you feel
So sick of the feelings stuck inside
Not able to sort them out
Not able to focus
I know how you feel
And so do a thousand of other people
{Point of this poem is that everyone goes through something similar to this, but
it’s how they react and solve it that is different.}
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