I am from a generation they call X
Not because it marks the spot
But because it marks the best
We are eccentric because we walked the moon
And because we shared lust as an essential need
But wait until you meet your resurfaced acknowledgement
A frantic existence you call Technology
Generation X from 1965 to 1980
Where Charles Manson, the flower childe
Meets the notorious Ted Bundy
Richard Nixon and watergate, who actually knew
That this was an era of being a shrew
The birth of individuality
Known for practicalities
Known for informalities
The ghosts of the Vietnam War
Known for diversities
The civil technicalities
Henceforth, a generation of creation is no more.
Thoughts flew in quickly in sequence
Weighs more as metric tonnes of rod
The mind is stressed and overburdened
Literally more effective than the heart
We set our various senses out loud
In search of answers
To realistic and imaginary questions
To find solutions and suggestions
To curb looming inconveniences
Our wants and needs
Tend to put us in tiny boxes
Where chances of survival are slim
We are unique in various segments
The reason we approach issues
With diverse technicalities and skill sets
Situations define us
It is either we stand the test of time
Or fall flat to our fears and troubles
Strive to make informed choices and decisions
And in the end
All crimsonlike thoughts and perceptions
Will exist in reality as white as snow
It’s been just week
Already reasoning has a leak
Underneath this smile my defenses are getting weak
Should I pour caution down the sink
And allow our hearts to speak?
Truth be told I’m no adrenaline junky
But I’m ready from these walls to jump and throw away the key
To dive into the unknown
Just knowing you got me
And in-turn from the same hymn book we sing
Am I so naive to admit our hearts beat at the same wavelength?
The frequencies and all the technicalities are no longer
A problem to worry ourselves about ?
I know it’s been just a week
But in true honesty it’s been my best
Am I too gullible to wish for more weeks like this
Am I ?
How pompous we must be to self appoint
To sit in judgement of a gifted peer
Discerning if a writer makes his point
Within the guidelines spelled out loud and clear
In robe of terry-cloth, beneath a lamp
Proofreading poems from our reclining bench
Where technicalities decide a champ
We scrutinize and give them not one inch
And even though we feel we're qualified
To judge a poem, one need not pass a test
We tend to let our conscience be our guide
Then have the gall to say, "this one is best"
There's nothing like a poet with a grudge.
Now ask yourself, to judge or not to judge?
5/2/2021
by Daniel Turner
Sad Thought Came To Brain
Found this sad thought on my brain;
Effort to find good priest was in vein;
We pulled off shelf;
Loves hearing self;
Listening to his sermons we refrain.
Sermons priest must be sure to record;
Relationship only casual with the Lord,
And if grim,
Blame them;
Was all that vestry board could afford.
About new priest we have been bitter;
Always wants to be an attention getter;
Voice be heard,
That is absurd;
Only few here we know need babysitter.
Service overburdened with technicalities,
And of life seem to be one of the realities;
When knelt;
Difficult;
Both knees were creating many fatalities.
Jim Horn
A member at Large
Who does embarge.
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Proud to be a Motherer
Now for all you who took this the wrong way
Your wife is a mother
Are you not proud of her
Technicalities can change a room
One of the men reading this hasnt checked his fly
Wrong it was me
Lyrics like therapy,
the kind that's free,
releasing you mentally,
taking flight spiritually,
from abuse physically?
Exchanging touches emotionally,
Words felt sentimentality,
are the most practicality,
way to heal, in all actuality.
So here is my matter of in fact-uality,
sharing the love, no technicalities,
no here say or fallacies,
they won't show you reality,
hiding it all so effortlessly,
casting monsters so creatively,
costumes and makeup flawlessly,
take my hand, so trustingly,
I will write you, more safety lyrically.
Trapped 'tween
adjectives' objections
succumbed to
long-windedness,
snared 'neath an
expanse of circumlocution,
paraphrasing periphrases
buried under layers
of infused technicalities,
all in a day's multiformity
working midst the sublimity
of poetry's madness
His cards weren't drawn yet he reeked of falsehood
eyes twitching back as he, in the hall, stood
Watching the room, the players at hand
watching and waiting and hatching a plan
As he entered he knew that he couldn't retreat
shuffling...shuffling... His cards and his feet
The faces all watched as he entered the room
their gazes threatening an imminent doom
But the queen would never make his heart break
the king's many diamonds not lure him astray
He learned not to play suits but to play personalities
the various suites were just technicalities
With his tricks almost over, the game almost won...
he was escorted out at the hands of a gun
You see the royalty just won't let you play poker
Not when they find it's at the hands of joker
Mental stretching, the required sacrifice
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division
To all exercises, these four are the basics
Hell on paper but sweet in its understanding
Equations and formula, serving as raw products
Mastering the existence of numbers to gain its wisdom
Arithmetics also in a graphical representation
Then its technicalities in shapes and planes
Into life's activities, these applications silently integrate
Calculation of numbers and expressions
Sum up all problems via solutions to an answer.
getting away from here
i will be much sweeter when we get there
right now all the stinky stuff is causing my mind to become totally oblivious
getting away from here
i will be easier to put up with as the miles evaporate
right now all the stifling stress is causing my mind to become very vulnerable
then there are the memories of dog food and cleaning products
then there are the thoughts of goodbye waves and pleasant trip expressions
then there are the images of blueprints to actualities and technicalities
the roads that i traveled were reasons why i am behind this wheel
somehow it has made me a better person with matured common sense
the scars within the memories remind me of what could happen again if i do....
getting away from here
i now begin to see light
the sunshine winks at me through the clouds and breaks free to smile at me before clocking in
totally cleansed am i of repetitious reflections unnecessary and unneeded
i turn into a scene in the new chapter of my new movement
it feels so wonderful to actually have a turn
now it is that 'in addition' that i desire and yearn....AND I JUST FOUND A PARKING SPOT!
I’m an All-Star at bottling emotions,
I run around my court dribbling emotions
onto paper. Ball hogging my sensitivities,
no one has ever been able to catch me..
I’m too damn quick.
I’ve sent every nerve that has threatened
to expose itself deep into a dark hole.
Hammered a cross at it’s base labeled
"Eyes only."
The most technical term I could muster.
Most people steer clear of technicalities.
I’m suddenly thinking about Boyle’s law.
I feel like a hooked fish,
being reeled up from deep waters
and I can picture the rushing current
of self doubt passing over me
while you bring me ashore.
I can see your reaction
to my insides protruding
out of my mouth like that
Bass I caught in Conroe.
I just hope you can stand the image.
I’ve never felt a pull so strong.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Clouds in the eyes
Mist in the heart
Warmth turned to ice
Dreams turn to sand
Like water in hands
Seeping through fingers
Out of control
The mind a whirlwind of thoughts
Words a tsunami of emotion
Life is not always fair
A myriad of disappointments
Blowing in the winds of despair
To love, to live, to write
Swelling oceans running down cheeks
Dreams a whisper in the wind
Snatched away with technicalities
Withholding what was meant to be
Power play the game
Domineering throwing around weight
A thought positive
Still standing tall above it all
Shining brighter than before
Determined and confident
A ray of sunshine giving hope
Every cloud has a silver lining
Smile in the eyes
Radiance on the face
Patience a true virtue
No holds barred
Victory in sight!
02:03:12
(GOD Have Mercy)
Technicalities, got our generations
living drastically, its not rational u
see, cops being the worst gang-oops
should i say allegedly, even babies
killing babies, dads acting shady,
moms are going crazy, that's just
not how it's supposed to be, we
supposed to live righteously, learn
in the church-then reach those in
the streets, no longer shall i be
discrete, ever since His face i
decided to seek, i feel like it's
imperative for me, to spread the
word until they begin to take heed,
listen to what my pastor preach,
then meditate n let God use me to
minister thru poetry, cause our
children are dying slowly, i feel like i
owe Jesus Christ richly, to make Him
known to the ungodly, here me
somebody, if u can't stand the
summer how u going live in hell
remember that's fire that Burns to
the teeth, don't you want to go up
yonder live everlasting peace where
the angels sing, this is a plead to u
from me, i can't save your soul-but
my sister's n brother's I Pray on
your soul GOD Have Mercy!
In a place full of technicalities,
And immorality,
Many search for financial immortality,
Few fight feelings of gravity,
Unable to agree with reality,
Another casualty, accepted casually,
Blind faith of causality?
Bad or good,
Yet not so simple,
Sword of shield,
Choice is instrumental,
Black and white, are details,
On track, not derailed,
Subliminal messages make things seem,
But where's the grey area in between?
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