Far above your conscious, a bird beats its own wings,
on its own way,
to its own destination.
A sharp gust slices the air—still not catching you in its breeze,
but it’s enough to cool to the bird,
and release a feather.
It drifts down, falling mile by mile,
traveling mouth by mouth,
assumption by assumption
to your lake.
It’s a nice lake. Man-made.
It only goes so deep, so wide, so long,
and so do you.
The feather shatters the azure surface,
in doing so it glides just ever so slightly, below beneath you’re peace of mind.
Then you’re flooding because you can’t contain yourself,
and you’re chocking and clocking me,
waves rocking the shore,
feather floating above still.
The muse just kicked a garbage can
The you know what just hit the fan
I mutter “I can write…I can”
The keyboard trembles ‘neath my touch
Words not enough…or way too much
The Limerick now a useless crutch
I even opened the Thesaurus
Got lost within the meaning’s forest
Wandered through the meanings porous
Alas my fingers once were nimble
made the complex rather simple
changing warts into a dimple
I try to give it latitude
Allow a bit of attitude
Avoid the dreaded platitude
I edit it with nips and tucks
Eliminate the WTF’S
And yet, at times, Poetry Sucks
Here I am
As frustrated as can be
Diabetese sucks because it ruins my day
I can't wake up out of this misery
The emotions intensifies and the loss of patience grows
I need to control this, but I am unable to
chemical inbalance or not, diabetes sucks.
Where ever she goes the cameras loom.
They're on to the scent of her perfume.
She sucks the oxygen from the room..
Forever in the public eye, all daily movements scrutinized.
She must dot all x's and circle her y's
Transparent as a bronze gold fish.
Isolated, observed, on a petri dish,
craving for some privacy, a daily wish..
She pulls up her quilt and sleeps until noon,
aware of the face she'll be wearing soon.
She sucks the oxygen from the room.
Why do life sucks?
Why is it all about luck?
Why can't a thing go my way?
Why those annoying people have a lot to say?
Why do I have to study without any will?
I'm young, and I want to chill
Why do I have to follow that famous trend?
What's wrong with my messed up friend?
I don't see anything wrong in being rebellious
Not everyone can be religious
To all the adults who expect us to be "perfect"
We are objecting and we'll continue to object
You cannot break our dreams
Just wait N' watch, how we walk through your extremes
noone cares as you do for yourself
noone notice your tears as you notice
noone know your silence as you know..
noone truly understand you as you understand yourself
noone always with you as you with yourself in every bad time..
noone hardwork for you as you do for yourself
noone is remember you ..as you remind yourself ..
so Be yourself first??
Who knows?
Today you are alive , Tomorrow you are no more
who knows?
Today you are laughing.. tomorrow you might be crying alot ..
Who knows?
Today you are in race to earn money for the one..
Tomorrow that person will be no more
Who knows?
Today you are losing something to get something. Tomorrow the earned also you may lose
Who knows?
Today you are king of your kingdom tomorrow that kingdom itself get burnt
Who knows?
For the tomorrow , you will lose your present
What if the tomorrow never comes
I'm not suicidal
But sometimes I get
The thoughts,
The feelings,
The urges
The overwhelming
Sadness takes over
And I can't move
Or get away from it
It shuts down my body
And I can't do anything
I get the thoughts
Of ending it all
And it tears me down
But I only entertain
Them to help
Because I know I
Could never go
Through with it
The feelings are
Always so strong,
Leaving me with
Pools of tears
With nothing to
Dry them up
I'm not suicidal
But I do occasionally
Want anything to
Just replace or
Make me ignore
The darkness
I won't go too
Far like bleeding
Or severe damage,
Only enough to
Focus on that
Instead of the pain
I'm not suicidal
But I wonder
How it would feel
To be free of
This continuous pain,
The feelings of being
Stuck in one place
Forever with that
Sadness and pain
It would be nice
To leave them behind,
But I can't, so I'll just
Think about what it
Would be like,
What a better world,
What a better life it
Would be for me
I'm not suicidal
But it all still hurts
Written on June 22, 2020
Sidney spots spiteful sister Sarah secretly sucking
sticky strawberry swirls, and sarsaparilla spirals
Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Sandler
12/30/20
To tired
To get inspired,
That's when it happens
That my poetry sucks atoms
From the atmosphere
From my feeling ionosphere
Electrons electing Trump
Every time he gets up
To the next podium
To pause for silenteum.
Canes break
Walkers fly
Dentures are thrown
No one asks why
With no livelihood
We fail to thrive
Nothing to do
But watch the paint dry
Retirement sucks
Work was my life
It sucks because it's hurricane season
Where at lease twenty-four
To twenty-six hurricanes
Is to be named, the
Inconvenience of maybe
Having to pick up and run
It is already a stressful situation
That has push us to the max's
Why should men take all decision and women follow them?
Why have women been given brains when they cannot use them?
Why should a woman go to husband's house and suffer?
Why should a child have father's name when it is woman who bears the pain?
Why should child's life be decided by father when woman is the birth giver?
Why is there patriarchal society when women are the whole and sole cause of civilization?
Why should women manage house and career and still suffer endless guilt?
Why against them there is so much partiality?
Why did you make me a woman God?
Since birth I am suffering...
I have brains but cannot use them, for all is decided by males
I merely follow orders like brainless robot
It is an endless saga of pain and endurance
I have no choice because I am a women
Unfortunately, I am a women
And all this really sucks!
Human nature greed
yearns and craves for more
smiting peace and bliss
contentment offers
while selfishness rules…
Feeding all wants
beyond needs’ grant
clamoring much
then heart covets*…
“I like that”
“Yours, I’ll get.”
Oh, such sucks!
Lord, please
forgive...
me.
*Romans 7:7 What shall we say then? Is the law sin? God forbid. Nay, I had not known sin, but by the law: for I had not known lust, except the law had said, Thou shalt not covet.
August 12, 2020
7th place, "It sucks" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann; judged on 8/22/2020.
(Edited on August 24, 2020)
In the static snarling evening traffic,
when in jam I get perennially stuck,
my tense senses get so very sick,
that’s what sucks.
When I bear with people I don’t like,
I feel I’m stuck in a marsh of muck,
a compromise chord I need to strike,
that’s what sucks.
When a friend borrows money from me,
doesn’t come back to return even a buck,
for he disappears, his face I don’t see,
that’s what sucks.
When your blooming garden I pass by,
but for you a rose I can’t pluck,
reason you don’t tell, I don’t know why,
that’s what sucks.
I try to reach and win your heart,
it drifts away, I run out of my luck,
love is lost, I can’t make a fresh start,
that’s what sucks.
August 12, 2020
Contest : It Sucks
Sponsor : Kai Michael Nreumann
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