In the never ending dream I keep walking
Through the insufficient scheme I keep talking
It’s a crying shame, still not quite enough
You may call it lame, call it boring stuff
In the morning street on a shady sidewalk
I move on whispering inner monologue
Wouldn’t be surprised if you do the same
We’ve got something to alter this lose-lose game
In the fading dream, that doesn’t fade too much
There’s a hidden door, that I can’t unlatch
But I tend to suspect it’s an exit door
Must be cold outside, colder than before
So this narrow passage leads to square I know
And I’m welcomed in again, where I used to go
And the waiter turns up with a tray of grapes
Offering a complimentary aftertaste.
It is my observation that
those who violently oppose the opinion
Or belief of another
their own self bias disclose
I want to believe
In a power
Greater than my own
To have a hope
For an anchor to grope
In seas starting to foam
And how is it
dermis
Off your nose
What others are
Moved to say
And why does
It so solidly grind your gears
What some happily choose to relay
I fully disagree with you
but not your right
to speak it
I just make a note
for future time
to be sure not to seek it
The idea I have entertained Of those
who don't want Faith and want to deprive others too
Is you have no need
to search for God
because you have found him in you.
The one I serve
Isn't arrogant
Or condescending in tone
So why not
Your merry self loving way go
And leave the God fearing alone
Or perhaps it's due
to the fact that you
Answer to no one up to
And including the ONE who tolerates you.
Each to their own.Sans agendas.
Sour grapes have been washed
And set out to tease.
Sitting in the middle of the room
On a pedestal of glass.
Sour grapes look down
With an almost disdainful stare
At the Lords and Ladies hurrying by
Wondering if any would care.
The scurrying,the trifling
The signs of human persons.
Gave it courage to ask.
Care for some?"
Let sour grapes sit.
Adorned in the finest China.
For in tasting only can you tell.
The story sour grapes bear.
Once upon a shining star
There came a man who would be czar
Never been to the laundromat,
He always was an autocrat.
Born to wealth with silver forks and spoons,
Commoners he felt were big buffoons.
Married some, others merely subpoenaed
Finally he wed a gorgeous sweet czarina
He bought her houses, towers good and gold.
She was beautiful, young as he was old.
He wanted to keep her under absolute rule.
But he also wore diapers and did a little drool.
She ran off in the middle of the night with her son so fine.
The czar was quite angry and yelled, “Prove he was mine!”
My mother’s husband had a strong desire
To earn his pilot wings in his own right
Flying with his friend had stoked the fire
His dear friend’s death stalled his return to flight
As I looked on I wished for me it true
To fly a plane had been my lifelong dream
Imagine my joy when he asked me to
Pursue the pilot’s license as a team
His wife, my mother, did not like our plan
She cried and urged that we should turn it down
Afraid she’d end up losing both her men
Our unfulfilled dream was a huge letdown
To fly a plane, was a sad, stupid dream
Don’t speak of it again or I will scream!
Speak not to me of infatuation
of giddiness in glorified array
dark petals of the rose in weeping fall
blood red to shriveled black in slow decay
Speak not the words that “time will heal all wounds”
Leave me for I shall fade as petals do
never to know renewal of blooms blush
condemned to a forever love of you
Soft whispers of awakening deceive
love’s heart with crimson tint upon the black
tend the simmering spark that would ignite
a flame to realign a passion’s lack
Speak not to me of infatuation
While I’m consumed in its conflagration
©9/5/2018
for Sour Grapes Poetry Contest
What gratitude is of greater reprise,
Appraisal sought within four wall confines.
Yet tests congure my personal demise,
Subpar intelligence is redefined.
Determined only by pure blood descent,
Whose family heritage dominates.
But haste, why linger, such foul discontent,
Saved from years of unethical debate.
Bitter sweet rejection bore new mercies,
Undrained from society's precedent.
To pursue a life without fallicies,
Devoid of tragic human sentiment.
For now, I delight, reap labour's success.
My life is all mine, to live and to rest.
When I was young, I spent one summer day
at Grandma’s. There, some grapes I spied looked fine.
Yet even now I can’t recall the way
they grew! I'd known that grapes grow on a vine,
and yet on vines I don’t think these grapes grew.
I’m picturing them on a bush instead!
I’m pretty sure they seemed a hue of blue,
or were they purple? Tempted, I was led
by their plump look to pluck them eagerly.
A child was I, and simple things I found
like lovely grapes could fill my heart with glee.
I tasted one; then spat it on the ground!
How like those grapes are other things I’ve tried
in life – things looking sweet, yet sour inside!
Written Sept. 1, 2018
What must I do to impress you my love
You are to me a lass so very fair
To see you with another man sweet dove
Now leaves me with a heart in deep despair
I wonder what he has that makes him special
Just what now in Him must you surely see
Is it just that he's a handsome vessel
Why does this bloke make your heart feel so free
I'd give all that I have to be with you
It doesn't seem to me to be quite fair
Why can't I seem to find a love that's true
Why does false hope now seem to be my snare
You now mean more to me then life it seem
But all I have of you is in my dreams
8/31/18
For the Sour Grapes Poetry Contest
Sour grapes
Love the life you get better than making it sour grapes ,
Opportunity comes and go but dreams never fade away ,
So reenergize yourself and do what you needs ,
Not show what you loose , not give up ,
Just think once you get enough other's won't get easily ,
Dreams and hopes break it always makes memory of sour grapes ,
It seems like we catch them but at the end we give up ,
We just think and show it sour , it tasteless but in reality we become hopeless ...
So don't feel like that just take a deep breath ,
Again try and try sure you will get sucess
And at last other say grapes are sour but you proof that sour grapes are just imagination..
The course my life sometime appears to follow
Permits not that the bark be called inept,
Like to the devil’s hand which maketh hollow
The banks wherein our precious coins are kept.
For those to whom the poorest cards are dealt
Have no control o’er what they do receive;
Thus is their condition more keenly felt
When up against those fortune doth reprieve.
In love must I be likewise reconciled
To destinies that concur not with will;
And wherefore say others I must be mild,
When such a hole no other peg may fill?
‘Tis easy to envisage pain forgotten
When of none ill were they themselves begotten.
My Tribute To: A Loser
Cometh hither and drink my sour grapes
for it was you that spoiled the taste with haste
You took your sweet wine from vagrant apes
who can't tell cheap from good oh what a waste
Each night you went to the bar and got drunk
spend every dollar we had on cheap wine
You came home smelling like a pissing skunk
down in the cellar you went there you pined
I took my case and ran away from home
to my mother who loved me from the start
I left you penniless, drunk, and alone
and I did this because you ripped my art...
Cometh hither and drink your cheep red wine
thanks to you, I lost a fardel of time.
August 27, 2018
We sat upon the rocks, my love and I
Atop Mount Cadillac, there by the sea
And as a doubloon sun slid down the sky
I asked her, with my ring, to marry me
Now it was not to her, complete surprise
For we had often talked of marriage, soon
Yet 'tween the Tanzanite to match her eyes
A limpid diamond now shone with the moon
And while I'd worked so hard to fill her needs
To tend our bloom of love and help it grow
That ring so cut my heart, (and still it bleeds)
For back it came with one sharp edge of "no"
Then, as I rose in soundless rage to leave ...
I gave our love and that damned ring ... a heave.
Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com
1.What is the problem that we are having?
2.As I am looking and using your mind...
3.The sea is no fun yet I must be kind!
4.To kill is dummy juice I am drinking.
5.Do not forget the problem we now sing...
6.Over the zero and under the grind.
7.Living for life and trying, so be kind.
8.I hate the truth of fate and the fake ring!
9.So put it on and think about the deal...
10.There is no deal for any of you now!
11.I have run it thru my brain just to live.
12.Regret is only to be or knot real!
13.One day I might revise the statement; Pow!
14.One love three times is what I have to give..?
A Tribute to My Brother’s Ex
Your wedding was a story book event;
my brother thought he was a lucky man.
He’d sacrifice for you his every cent
to give you all according to your plan.
And you were destined for an easy life
that women always dream of when they’re young,
and yet you still went out creating strife,
and slithered through the night with snake like tongue.
But now I hear that lately tables turned,
and you got everything that you deserved
when, by your latest lover, you got burned,
and that your precious pride was not preserved.
And so to you I say with great profound;
what goes around will always come around.
August 20, 2018
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