No Off Switch
There’s no off switch, I can’t stop feeling it.
The fire that burns within me , can’t be put out, no matter how loud I scream and shout.
Even the screams are quiet, deep inside. Nothing can be heard. Like I’m in a soundproof room.
The constant feeling I get, pulsing within. It truly feels like sin. But I don’t care.
The complications of not planning on being alive run high, always running to not fall behind.
Not a lot of ocelots
are seen in the day
they prefer the evening
or the night
if an ocelot you're hot to spot
altho' it's quite a long shot
an ocelot you want to sight
you may even hit the jackpot
if you do it right
all you've really got to do
is switch off the light
You taught me how to lock the door and turn off the lights.
You taught me how to use a gun just in case someone broke in to fight.
You told me to protect my brothers,
My mom,
My family.
But what you didn’t teach me was,
who would be on the other end of the gun.
I wouldn’t have guessed that the intruder would be someone familiar.
I couldn’t have guess what would happen if I called the cops on one of my own.
You didn’t tell me that when I finally did protect my family.
All the time you’ve taught me to fight the bad guy who would hurt me.
You didn’t tell me that the one on the other side of the gun would be
You.
Uncle was a spelunker
drove to the caves
in his clunker
(it was quite the junker)
without a sound
he sunk underground
pitch black as night
and on his hat
a bright white light
(the switch it was waterproof)
to see which stalagmites
might reach the roof
where stalactites
clung on tight
unafraid of bats
flitting around
never flunking
Uncle loved going down
but sorely and sad to say
on one of those getaways
a painful cluster of bad carbuncles
curtailed Uncle's spelunking days
The Switch
Now and then, I look
Between thoughts of
Happiness and Pain
Now and then, I look
Finding, The shadows
Are more in view
My path meanders
Between restlessness
And peace
Frequency has increased
Opportunity… Peace
Andrei has an art trove..He's containing in a stronghold
Much beauty shares this grim same, with acid thats stored
With one aim.!
Molodkin's at the cutting edge' in the drive to remove the
Machevalin wedge.' Of prison for a hero' a true Aussie
Who we all know!
Julian who had a go' against lies and accusations flow!
Assange is held in belmarsh..! His health is fading
Real fast.'
Is his life also as much a part? I believe it is; and of a greater art'
A masterpiece, some pieces stolen, to Andrei i feel
Quite beholden.'
Set them free the objects dumb, along with this brave man
And Australia's son.'
Which witch would want to switch
With another witch who with a switch
would switch another witch who would
at a witch for being a . After
being a who was ing what
would be the reason for all the ing
coming from out of the mouth of a .
When the would have a son, the
son would be a son of . When his
son had a child, the son would have a
grandmother who was a who had
been a real bad in addition it would
have to be with an attached hitch.
The moral of all of this is as follows:
Have to a lot to be a who
would want to switch from one to
from another who was far away out
from a who was being a .
When being blown away
will never return. She became the
who will never return or ever return again.
Which witch would want to switch
With another witch who with a switch
would switch another witch who would
at a witch for being a . After
being a who was ing what
would be the reason for all the ing
coming from out of the mouth of a .
When the would have a son, the
son would be a son of . When his
son had a child, the son would have a
grandmother who was a who had
been a real bad in addition. He
became the grand child of a .
It would have to be with an an attached hitch.
The moral of all of this is as follows:
Have to a lot to be a who
would want to switch from one to
from another who was far away out
from a who was being a .
When being blown away, the
will never return. She became the
who will never return or ever return.
House of commons, Quebec i think,? questions and
Odd answers; the air waxed thick..up to point..' debate
Was staged, till the veil of control, almost got frayed.'
Yet oppression was to carry this bout' the speaker flipped
And switched it out, on the un-reigned shouts, a little grim?Yet a smile indeed he wore, above the sober; gown of..
( Law?) The switch on beasts maybe is banned? Whithin
The border of that land.? If one is there it must belong to
Historys annals, and in real sad songs, owned by the folk
And not one man? An heirloom albeit not that grand.' I
For one observe such tricks, the denial of carrot
And the weilding of stick..Er i mean switch.!
Be it sunny or cloudy
The weather determines my mood
On a bright sunny morning
My mood is upbeat and cheery
And conversely on cloudy days
My mood is sombre and sad
I really wish this weren't true
I see people every day wearing big smiles
And I wonder if they have down days like me
I assume myself to be an average joe
But have forever questioned that
We really need an “on/off” switch
To control our emotions
But recognize that's not about to happen
It is up to us to make the most of each day
And share as much joy and happiness
As we possibly can with our fellow man
EVERY SINGLE DAY!
Sometimes, life is off
Sometimes, it sounds your liking,
Life's freedom of choice.
The Sun flipped a switch,
got hot with a single touch;
Now we can’t go back.
Awake in the hospital room missing a nike shoe with no clue/
What did you do to be in this dream so black and blue/
Not knowing what was done with all actions to run through/
Such a boom to life’s dome/
It’s a tune of gloom I don’t need to feed with a spoon/
I ate my doom and freight what’s to loom/
Always was more than a goon now I’m holding a broom/
All negativity to bloom trap it in that lagoon/
With a full notion and intention of compact direction/
Concerning personal complexion I can accept rejections/
There could be a compilation of infections/
No devotion of reciprocation shows I have no intersection/
No matter the corroboration in my position/
All the sudden I’m switch hitting and winning/
Feeling omissions with decisions of contact precision/
With the situation I’m in I have no choice but to be dwindling what’s held within/
This won't leave me in famine or in some big old hole digging.
What women's issues do we address?
Echo, a dress
Who can purify her, whom I adore?
Echo, a door
If art melts, rocks can love to tune a lyre.
Echo - Liar
What's that raining down from above?
Echo, love
What do you yearn to believe?
Echo, leave
Is there something I should learn?
Echo, earn
Or someone I would betray.
Echo, disarray
Now tell me, Echo, how I may get by her.
Echo, buy her.
As mine, no doubt, I will be her sweet.
Echo, her feet
Is there any way to calm her anger?
Echo, hang her.
Love do you reign over the thunder?
Echo, no under
Written: January 20, 2023
You Select Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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