Inadequate;
The word resonates with sickening intensity
All through my life I've had to be my own advocate
I've battled for myself with staggering immensity
The clashing of swords, the beating of drums,
I fight for myself despite the outcomes
I'm withered and weary, battle-worn and aching
I throw down my arms, finally forsaking
But I get right back up despite my depression
I knock down my foes now in quick succession
The war rages on, heartbreakingly perpetual
How much can I bear? My defeat is eventual
One day, I will be knocked down,
And as I rest on the earth, on the cold bloodied ground,
I'll smile in my defeat,
Because now my demons have finally been beat.
The leaves seem to be smirking
Gently giggling in the dropping dew
Egging on the sting of a rising sun
Sheltering the empty bird feeder
Sad roses weep dewdrop tears
Summer’s shadows hints of fall
Garden sprinklers defy the water ban
Hawk’s struggle in the silent air
August will challenge the ripening fruit
She will throw down the gauntlet
Challenge the pumpkins of October
As lovers stroll along the beach
The moon will offer a subtle kindness
The soothing cool of the sun’s goodnight
Gazing out my window pane,
so much comes into view.
Is my sight a reality,
I really have no clue.
Raindrops dew on leaves,
flowers humming with bees,
a cardinal perched on the sill above,
and higher yet flies a dove.
Sun breaks overhead,
beams of light
bounce off this garden scene
vanishing into the shadows in between.
All creatures big and small
nestle into their nook or cranny,
safe and warm like a glowing hearth,
a place I should really fancy.
But now it's time to close these shutters,
throw down the sash, no words to utter.
I will go to bed and get some rest,
not to come back here, I think it best
let me lean into me winnings educate bout you Achilies so I can send you spinning, with threads strung on me limbs
thin thinner thinnest billyboard me insecurities it ain't an issue but it really hit a nerve now me is training, try me you will witness the power and maybe live to tell the tale
couldn't hand me a little peace handle me sweet though me not entitled, but it's a request
jelly jelly bout you lack of freely used cuss knowledge I love the impact and damage, one day might mirror it and die
"do things my own way darling" it ain't easy I don't got the capacity cause I choose to let you I choose to let you choose though you never respect me oh
darling smooth unshattered like the legs of a virgin sharp, and useless when throw down so never miss that instructing
when me is talking try not to butt in or push a button cause I'm random who knows I might charge you like bison one of kind but always on your mind like a floating web babe learn to respect me before I lose what's left of this me inside
I will never bed without you been there,
To have my way with someone else all night...
Enjoying sweetness of a secret affair,
Even when conscience sees its deeds alright.
I can't be off you
Does that appear to be true
Or scope to subdue?
I'll rather make you painfully happy,
While it seems to ache and shake your dry sweat
Than with someone else, make it so snappy...
For it not to be made known cum regret.
I can't lose your love
Does it mean I'm a belove
Or just for night shove?
I won't just watch you groan and moan via wish...
But struggle to beg someone else PLEASE STOP
While you're dying to have such blissful dish,
Been served at your center table nonstop.
I can't see your type
Does such code words ever ripe
Or of moment's hype?
I'll make you weekly weak cum fun upkeep;
Where stress won't be of need to oversleep.
Is our striving worthy? Are we but actors on the stage of life and oblivious to it? Here, the background isn't factual, yet the pain is! For millennia, we have explored the existential man, who, aware of himself and his ultimate demise, must swim against the curse of consciousness and quickly find the meaning of it all! For life, with its innate desire to live, invades some fine earthling and hijacks his part in the play. Then, forgetting he is the man behind the mask he has worn for generations, realizes he is but a pawn in a greater game! So, my dear friend, throw down all your delusions of grandeur, for there is but a poor wayfarin' stranger...in love with himself!
Jumping might be my favorite word
or frolicking, prancing, dancing
anyway, it’s something with an ing ending
I can assure you of that
I get sick of throwing down the same words
feeling redundant and trite once again
I have no idea how to freshen my mind up
to spin things around to other words
what about words with d endings?
placid; lucid, horrid, morbid.
I see why these won’t work.
Still I try to jump off my dendrite track.
to get away from my blaring mediocrity.
To no avail, for every blank sheet of paper
is yelling for me to throw down jumping or dancing
and so I do, and so I do.
Life is a roller coaster its up and then down
It has multiple curves yet throws you around
One minute you happy the next you confused
You have all the answers then don't know what to do
You live and you learn, what's next after that?
Either you continue to push or throw down your hat.
I've experienced life from all angles that come
As one day i have plenty and one day I had none
But do i complain? I ask what's the use
At times I wanna give up and just let it all loose
So much on my chest though I try to withstand
And manage these obstacles cause I'm only a man
I try to do right, do the best that I can
But get hit with these curve balls,I don't understand
I was told it would get better with each task that i face
But yet it all seems to explode in my face
Without trial and error i guess life is a bore
While seeing what lies behind the next door
Contemplating my next move calculating my steps
Without trials and tribulations then what else is left?
Oh, time
You eely creature
Slipping slowly
Through our hands
Why must you wriggle so
Deny the moment
Its moment
Mock
The ticking clock
Slither
Through the darkness
Throw down dawn’s gauntlet
How can one seize
A never present
Ever present
Moment
Grasp the magnitude
Of now
Lost
Amid the timidity
Of then
Oh, time
Must you torment
My restless shadow
Leave me naught
But the momentary joy
Of ever shifting sands
A flickering
Of life’s eyelids
Awed by your presence
Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not?
The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought.
To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle.
To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle.
Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not?
The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought.
To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle.
To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle.
How do you write poetry? Someone asks me.
I am not the one to ask.
For I have no idea how it happens.
I just throw down some favorite words
I love to watch them dance about,
Adverbs chasing verbs, nouns snatching up adjectives
Before I can have a thought,
These favorite words
create something on a page
Sometimes it is a story,
Other times it is a cheer or a song.
They need me not at all.
I am merely their means to get onto a website.
I am so proud to have my son growing up right next to me
Standing so tall and majestic for all the world to see
Raising him in a world with global warming is a lot more difficult today
Strong winds have caused him to lose a branch or two
His bravery and his survival instincts continue to shine through
I am so proud of him as he has allowed an eagle to use him to make his nest
I told him to establish strong roots and Mother Nature will look after the rest
Christmas is always an interesting time of the year
Some of us will be chosen by humans who want to decorate us to spread good cheer
To the squirrels who scurry up our trunks almost every day
Or that pesky little woodpecker that seems to wake us up every morning without delay
We are honored to have you join us as our guests
Feel free to throw down a blanket and have a picnic beside us
All we ask of you is that you please pick up your mess
In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle
Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My eyes were scarlet, burning from tears I'd cried
But they became transfixed, immutable on a fire stoked
for my normally tenuous demeanor had been provoked
I was a genteel lady, who demurely acquiesced to love
but it was time for me to throw down the gauntlet glove
I was chaffed by what had been just an interlude for him,
an escapade, a mere dalliance, a rascally romantic whim
I drew a rough sketch; in likeness of my vagabond swain
an abstract portrait, in Picasso's style, the face of my bane
Black eyes were hollow, blind orbs that would never see
that his trifling peccadillo tryst was a brutal betrayal to me
The painting was delivered as twelve bells pealed midnight
I watched as he unwrapped it, but carefully kept out of sight
A formidable opponent I had become to his knavish ways
In the moonlight his face turned pale; his eyes were glazed
Yield? Not to you, I certainly won't.
I'll parry on hot coals, I'll lunge to your affront.
Succumb? I'll not breathe your air of lies,
Since no honeyed sweetness makes me compromise.
Supplicate? Then throw down your armor at will.
Once freed from this battle, you will be my love still.
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