leave me to the lingering
leave you to the stringing me along
there goes my vacancy of interest,
i’m caving for you.
there goes my weightless breath
it’s collapsing my throat now
throughout my thoughts of you.
since you’ve taken leave
i’ve found it convenient to withdraw
from my tendencies to chase you,
so i’m holding back.
my fingers still symbolize yours when
my heat arises and when i get alone
because i can’t exist in darkness
without your face behind my eyes.
My love stays strong each passing year,
Sister, you were just like my right hand,
Dying too young, our mother's worst fear,
To see the future, couldn't be done.
Anorexia took your youth and body,
Truly your life had just begun,
Open and shut like a fist in karate.
Our time spent together was too short,
Family and friends were torn apart,
Up in smoke not able to thwart,
To keep appearances nothing left to carte.
The tax on your body you paid the fee,
Predominantly killed both and kind,
Fatal issues that we didn't see,
Disease that clouded both are minds.
Worth every penny although the pennies were made of adamantine freely smelted in finite charnel kilns, so vested and vain, that cruel shadows balked not against the weekend of endless paraduece though not one such thing was found since the recompense. It's another world, another word, another facet of divulgence but it ends here. This line the last: by inauspicious supplicants the temerity folds over more than eternity, it precludes the none of the course, CCTV look at last for the last time, monster of the manifold, final breath, look your last.
THE ROADS I'VE TAKEN
I've traveled down some of lifes long roads,
they get you there, and they take their toll.
I've cruised the freeways without a care,
the top down, tunes up, wind in my hair,
and I felt each low road bump and hole.
Can anyone know what a road will bring
having never traversed it before?
'Tis safe when the roads are close to home,
'twas fated when they all led to Rome,
but life is the open road, explore.
Who know himself tries to pick the road
that suits his unique disposition.
When the dusty road chooses the man,
and he's doing the best that he can,
the journey brings dreams to fruition.
Fresh black asphalt winds among the trees.
The open road calls neath skies of blue.
The road doesn't care to know your name,
regardless of your fortune or fame.
In this ol' world all you have is you.
Lost and alone on a dead end road
there's no one else on which to depend.
Life never promised you easy street
or cursed your path so you can't compete.
Your life to live, or not, in the end.
The battle between good and evil lives in the back of my mind
I choose good, I choose love.
But I am often disappointed as it seems that choice is never the right one.
I grow from my experiences; I grow like weeds in the cracks of the driveway.
People pick me the way they pick a dandelion.
I am used for their wishes,
And what is left of me is tossed to the ground,
blown away by the wind.
I try to grow again,
But like a weed, I grow in unwanted places.
And I am picked from my roots once more,
Only for the disappointment to repeat itself.
And in this battle between good and evil in the back of my mind,
I still can not help but to choose good, to choose love.
spine not straight
had to wait
for fertiliser from miser
was it that expansionism
took lubricating oil
from loamy soil ?
arms to be palms
legs walking eggs
buckled, I shovel
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Allpoetry Contest Honorable Winner
April 26
Prompt : " In the month of harvest.. I still feel half grown.."
TAKEN CHANCES
What life lived well save taken chance
lives not a life at all.
Tis unknown fear stalking the ear,
the spice of lifes long haul.
Safety is fine devoid of a spine,
death bed's deepest regret.
A thousand deaths pain, felt but once
by those we don't forget.
Earned or inborn, beware, be warned
of monkeys on one's back.
Failure doth hunt the fearful heart.
The bold choose to attack
With gusto, guile, gumption, and grit
success kowtows behind.
What e'er affair the heart desires
is purview of the mind.
For boldness does not blindly lead
or scurry to and fro,
it walks the line, in step, in time,
forever in the know.
This road not taken leisurely,
hard work lives with intent.
All for naught when honor is fought.
Whats said must be what's meant.
Whence dust we go, life's said and done,
it gives no second chance.
Take charge, live large, by honor's rule
to own your circumstance.
No morning hoarfrost covered meadows and hills,
just flowers tinted in ochre coloring.
Early blooms of wild jonquil and daffodils ~
A new season has arrived and taken wing.
Farewell Winter snow, and your blustery chills.
Robins trill in welcoming voices, "It's Spring."
Earth gives birth to budded trees and buzzing bees.
Advent's fragrant scents are carried in the breeze.
You weren’t of true interest because we haven’t truly met,
My commitment regarding my parents, and my devotion towards success.
You then seemed to pique my interest when my anxiety got the best,
Although sadly this seemed to spiral into emotions and regress.
What would be claimed my best years would no longer take off as a success,
Instead, they’d be the catalyst to my life’s sad and emotional depress.
I now walk amongst the others whose choices they deeply regret,
I’m a shell of the person I once was, that society will soon forget.
Two roads diverged as they often do
and at the fork a skeleton lay -
a traveller who stood and thought it through;
as around his feet the bindweed grew.
He stayed too long to choose a way
Seeing both paths equal - foul or fair -
I wonder how his thinking went
that had him starved and rooted there;
caught in vacillation’s snare
until his life was vainly spent.
We may say this fool deserved to die;
this ignoramus had no wit,
but for God’s grace stay you or I
who do not lack the Lord’s supply;
for decision has faith at the soul of it.
I shall be singing this by and by
somewhere many ages hence:
two roads diverged and it was not I
who made no choice except to die
and thus show God indifference.
Taken our future, our life, our money, our time.
Taken all the things that make life fine.
Taken and will continue every day until we are lost completely.
Life in the day was sweet, and we had so much to be thankful for, like plenty of love and good times.
Taken our thoughts of love and made them turn to hate, with each passing day, we get more and more shocked.
Now everything is changing, making many be lost and taken to places we are shocked.
May our future turn bright, and may all the negative be washed away, we pray for things to be okay.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
may was seen briefly
in the eye of the hurricane
then taken by sea
a mirage maybe
eight sailors tell her tale
a missing mermaid
Stolen out of greed,
Draining out all that was within me,
Left in a mess,
Tremble upon by the unknown.
At then I was searched,
Found in the midst of broken souls.
Disguise in the dirty,
Buried with fear of the thought that I’ll never be found again.
An empty body,
Wanting to feel loved.
To be taken out of the dark,
To be in the spotlight.
white and black feathers
life within taken away
why, Stella, why?
Like blind men embracing part reality,
Not having seen a tusker in all life,
Each fraught with fractured facts sans verity,
Each telling truth but not sharp as a knife.
Like oaths in courts: I’ll tell the truth, whole truth,
Yet, adulterate facts what all they get,
Freshly fabricated and full of youth
And vitality, long innings to bat.
Poor truth, set to get dumped in time’s dust bin,
Rain shower passing by in mid-day sun,
Truth, eyes and ears half-shut, voice lost in din,
Facts filtered through bias-- a legal fun.
A wolf when once applying for a bail,
And asked for a witness: yea, here’s my tail.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) |27.09.2025| facts, justice, truth
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