When I cry, he never judges
I hurt him, he ain't hold grudges
A keen listener he is
Uncountable secrets he keeps
He knows my scars, cuts and bleeds.
No matter how extreme my day is, happy or sad
I have him everytime I need, I'm glad
No matter how much anger I vent out
I'm being held, everytime I stress out
Ohhh... I would give him my all
But he ain't a real person
He is just the WALL...
Your duck's the wrong color
--my kindergarten teacher said
(after all these years, hard to get it outta my head)
but Eric Carle proves her wrong
colorful animals-- dancing along
Now as a grown-up I must think more of others
and not criticize their creativity till it smothers
rather than stress out over what I've been through
I must see others share the same feelings, too
This long day has come to a close,
don't regret the vocation you chose;
drink up, your work is done!
Drink up, life only offers wine,
it's a brief pause from insane worries
and unaccomplished things!
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
think about how hard was all your sweat,
drink up and look up you're so blessed...
you can peacefully sleep on your bed!
Cheer up, hold up your shining cup;
drink up, eat up, leave no chump!
Be filled to the brim and start to dance;
it's a swell time to rekindle romance!
Let these be the longest hours before dusk,
break your glass and wish yourself some luck;
will tomorrow change anything you strongly wish?
What's your dream money or something to cherish?
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
sit down and let stress out of your chest,
breathe easily, think how good is calmness;
drink up, drink up and worry much less!
Drink up, your work is done...
your worries are all gone!
Jazz fingers snapping
Jazz wants to live
Live in the moment
live in tranquility
Tranquility is home
Tranquility doesn't break
Break chains
Break free
Free spirits dancing
Free love enhancing
Enhancing change
Enhancing man
Man equal power
Man of equal strength
Strength in numbers
Strength to carry on
On mountaintops
On fighting wars
Wars on the minds
Wars on the hearts
Hearts is not a game
Hearts heal the land
Land of wolves
Land of peace
Peace be with God
Peace be with you
You need to live
You need to fly
Fly to a different world
Fly jazz
Jazz kisses hearts
Jazz is good with your coffee
Coffee warms the soul
Coffee takes the stress out
Out for stability
Out for the blues
Blues is a symbol of madness
Blues has no inventor
Inventor of beauty
Inventor of the galaxies
Galaxies are instruments
Galaxies tell stories
Stories about angels
Stories about adventures
Adventures bend the minds
Adventures create possibilities
Possibilities to breathe
Possibilities to dream
Dream
Breath
Some, like nothing better than to complain
about allergies, sore backs, or slow lines.
They stress out over and over again
on anything from potholes to road signs.
They seem to think that the sun never shines.
I’m not a big fan of the bellyaching
from people who find fault with everything.
They remind me of the constant whining
of babies chewing on a teething ring,
when they’re not complaining, they’re reclining.
(Dizain)
03/22/2020
The House Guest
You found yourself in a bind
and ask me if I would mind
You say you need a place to stay
it would only be for one day
The day turned into nights
the nights turned into days
Your entire family is here
and drama is all that I hear
No room left for my thoughts
my stomaches tied up in knots
Kids screaming they want fed
and you never put them to bed
You show up with your brood
didn't even bring your own food
I run out to the store
but you want even more
Fighting you are up until dawn
oh how you carry on and on
No offer has yet been made
I am the only one who has paid
Before it was just me
now it's me and you times three
The place is such a mess
I don't need this distress
Expenses explode once more times four
Let me show you to the door
Dysfunctional you are with your spouse
Just get your family out of my house
Cold howling winds have finally died
And a spring sun’s decided to abide
There’s no sweeter place than countryside
What a wonderful time to send the kids outside
Reclaiming a chunk of ‘me’ time I decide
To tackle that novel and sit by the fireside
Hang stress out like an old faded apron to hide
It’s the perfect moment to feel thoroughly satisfied
Plenty of time later to be busy and preoccupied
Children intoxicated with spring are wide-eyed
Exude joy and freedom in their stride
Silly with excitement, wild and cock-eyed
Running free up and down the hillside
I see no reason for chide
As I watch them eagle-eyed
Smiling with so much love and pride
Thinking of days gone by as a guide
When I'll call them back inside
The kids will be exhausted, bonafide
With rosy cheeks into bed they’ll glide
Won’t take long choosing a side
For tonight’s treasured stories at bedside
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 10, 2018 for contest SPRING FLING ZING KING (OR QUEEN) sponsored by MICHAEL VASEK - HONORABLE MENTION
you ever heard of a Lao party?
might be one going on right now…
we Lao folks love that celebratin’
sifting through sunrise and slipping
through sunset we sing our favorite
songs in our heads
it shortens time at work
cuz we sa baiiii sa baiiii
we force ourselves to
sa bai through the weekdays
so when weekend come
we too sai bai to be sa bai while
Beer Lao gushes down as if a recession
exists in our bellies
and we must stimulate our celebratory economy
this weekend on our little cousin’s birthday
where grandpas and grandmas
get down Salavan style
Lao folks gotta play that music
gives us an excuse to pick up microphones
clap our hands and wave our wrist around
and dance like how our aunties teach us
when the right song come
when the right keys
of the khaen flute lifts our stress out
our sleepless bodies
we always celebrating something
waiting for that weekend
coasting past the jobs we hate
or waiting to grab jobs we don’t have
it don’t matter if our elders can’t speak English
they singing like they own the land
where their voices reach
rejoicing over the smallest
of happenings
and we all sa baiiiii real good
Optimistic as they are
Younger as they are
Wise as they are
They are Purethoughts Zimbabwe
Giving you poetry in every way
Driving stress out of your heads
And making you smile
In every kind of a way
We are Purethoughts Writers Zim
Haunted with pure thoughts
Not those bad ones
Knocking sense
Into your heads
Giving you poetry
With many themes
Some educative, motivational
And some on entertainment
Just to mention but a few
we are PurethoughtsZim
We have focus only
And we are optimistic
Hough we have a thin foundation
But as time progresses
It will get thicker
We are Purethoughts Writers Zimbabwe
Hello Dr. Phil, have you got a segment
I've got a few things latched onto my mind
Don't worry this won't take but a second
If you do me this I'll return the favor in kind
Hello Dr. Phil, it's about my mother
Well really both her and my mother in-law
If you care to throw my wife into the picture
That wouldn't be far off at all
Hello Dr. Phil, have you run into this problem
Or am I a first and is there a cure
Call me right back Doc, I think I can take it
Can you tell me how much longer I've got in this world
Hello Dr. Phil, you might recognize me
I've been to see Oz and those Dr's on Channel 4
Though they canceled my moment said I was clingly and needy
Hello Dr. Phil, can I be a friend of yours
Hello Dr. Phil, have I mentioned the aliens
Do you do abductions, is that your forte
Cause if you do I can get you more ratings
We'll bowl over Maury he'll have nothing to say
Hello Dr. Phil, I keep calling and calling
The heavy breathing? Yea, could be me on the line
But if you would answer neither of us would stress out
We could solve both our problems if you'd just give me the time
Every day monotonous, never changing.
My creativity feels like it has been drained from me.
I grasp for the words to express my thoughts, but end up with a scratchy sore throat.
My writing used to flow easily.
Now it feels as if my thoughts are honey refusing to drip.
Everything always feels so far away and out of reach.
My life is running away without me.
Drifting through every class, not caring enough to ask my questions.
I’d give up but then I’d lose my 4.0 which is socially unacceptable.
How sad is it that I have to stress out and have anxiety attacks over a number.
I am defined a number.
It doesn’t matter about my mental health as long as I write the paper.
As I embrace this rose the thorns piercing my flesh
tells the story of a heart break that's nothing like the rest I stress
she loves me less and less
A blessing turns into the embodiment of my fears with no lesson
And not a word from a friend will it lessen
I overload and burst the stress out with dreams of ridin hearse makes me fear for my future
When dreams turn reality you only fear the kruger
But me I fear the ruger that is palmed by
Those with fold arms
exposed to the same style of the clothes you throw on
And with that I wonder what you're dying to see
Someone elses face when the one that's really dying is me
I don't fear any man except the one in the robe
Who's all bones with a sickle snakes for the brain
Takin me sane and leaving my brain
And wake up in a place where I forget where I came
But that there's heresay but I don't wanna see change
So as I miss the piercing pain
I will kiss the rose
the thorns they stay, the hearts exposed
Exam!
Why is there exam in this world
I am stress out everyday
To meet the expectation
Of the people around
Exam!!
Why I am so hard to even sigh
I keep reading the books
In hope to never forget
All the alien calculation
Exam!!!
Why do I feel like dead
I am about to die from exhaustion
In order to score my goal
And to have a better life
Third eye
Wisdom is of those
With the third eye
Third eye
Look with the eyes
But see with a sense
Look with the eye
And see beyond
Just looking
For it take not
Only the eyes
To see
Third eye
Why you stress out
Yourself with out
Communicating with
The mind
For it take inner
Power to be
Strong outside
Third eye
The eye is like
The picture
The mind is
The production
Before the act that
Brings the product
Third eye
When one only
See just with the
Eye then it mind
Is empty
And have a lot
Room for manipulation
Third eye
See through
All that query
Your soul
And live beyond
All you see
Keep your soul
In touch with
Your mind
As you see with the
Third eye
My head has been really dizzy
Cause of my life being busy
I want to let the stress out
By a big loud noisy shout
That comes from the depths of me
I'm losing my sanity
Each day bringing something new
That I have to muddle through
I just want a life of peace
Somebody help me release
The pressures I have been under
Its no mystery or wonder
I wake up some days to find
So much worry on my mind
That I can't lose or escape from
I just want it to be done
As relaxation kicks right in
My frown will turn to a grin
A feeling of relief take over
Like I found a four leaf clover
Of luck and serenity
My mind and world happily
Will ease up with a nice break
From a world I couldn't take
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