When dreams all come crashing down,
I’ll just take the long way 'round,
When the light of hope turns to dark,
I’m more determined to hit my mark.
When let down and people sway,
I’ll just choose to stay away,
When disappointment hits again,
I just push on through the pain.
When hopes and dreams all fall through,
I’ll just start something new,
When feeling low, no hope in sight,
I’ll light a candle for a little light.
When the heart cracks one more time,
I’ll just write another rhyme,
When nighttime falls and I hear more lies,
I’ll wait till dawn and watch the sun rise.
When I think I can take no more,
I remind myself there’s lots to explore,
When the day becomes too much,
I’ll close my eyes and dream as such.
It’s a tug of war between shadows and light,
Feeling hopeless but I’m ready to fight,
Through the struggles and the pain,
I’ll rise up stronger, again and again.
When my soul begins to die,
This is when I know I’ll fly,
When it’s all said and done,
I will know I tried, and I won.
Huge robins grapple
Tension tears the worm in two
Joyfully they feast
The depth of my thoughts
is always fighting against
the shallowness of my being.
Waste your energy
Lose the game
Save your energy
The game is yours
When you pull
And try to hold immediately
Another one who is constantly holding
Gets an advantage in that small moment
Cause while you try to hold
You also try to balance your body
And strength for the holding phase
Hold preserves center of gravity
So you don't topple forward or backward
While Slow Pulls gives you an advantage
Since you're moving backwards
But risks toppling backwards
Since the center of gravity moves as the body moves
Humans walk on two legs without tails
Making them unstable
Furthermore, tug of war
Is a game of strength and stamina
Slow pulls makes you exert energy more than Hold.
Tug of War
the three and four-year-olds had a terrific time
playing tug of war with a rope
all of them trying to help their friends
pulling a variety of directions
no matter what team they were on
hilarious to watch
Come and be a part of me, now conjoined
Our lives meshed relentlessly caught
Netted forever in daily favours we appoint
In constant debt to save love's abort
Entity rules written on parchment ethereal
Compile acumen requirements
Tolerance adopts compassionate interior
Faith pledge beckons kindness
Independance threatens from near corner
Sinister as demon intending to leap
Reports a lost opportunity to love coroner
Solitary plight, pride intends to keep
Conscious strive for linking brings prosper
Combined denotes concerned
Response an innate component longed for
River of reciprocation yearned
Innoculated beneath doctrine of obligation
Committed beings tread carefully
Self derived bliss retains a vapid formation
Of solace seen in together revelry
1st November
- torn in concept
of tug of war demanded
by needing others as much
as I rely on myself
Written on February 17, 2020
By Gail DeBole
I read a quote the other day.
It said you must improve today.
I read a quote the other day.
It said to love yourself – don’t change.
Which quote was right?
Which quote was wrong?
Both made me weak.
Both made me strong.
And thus, the tug of war began.
One side of me – quite content
Was fighting all my discontent.
One side of me – quite discontent
Was fighting all my self-content.
My ego – almost split in two
Could not decide just what to do.
And thus, the tug of war continued.
Until one day, quite tired of this.
My question was, "What had I missed?"
Was there a balance I couldn’t see?
Satisfied with what I was, could I be…
A person who improved her lot
Without a tug of war so taut?
And thus, the tug of war ended.
"I still got some ink in my pen; I know I can do this!,"
goes one's will.
"No dice, my brain is like scrambled eggs right now,"
replies writer's block.
"I CAN DO THIS, I REALLY CAN! THIS IS GO-TIME!,"
screams one's will.
"Hey! Not now...I'll tell you when!,"
writer's block screams back.
Quite an amicable relationship...
between these two.
Submitted for...
Strand Special 6,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 11/23/2019
Push-Pull leaders
demand your gripe
at either end of their
hangman's rope
Your willing hoist
of their own petard,
the Devil's foist
of his own retard.
"retard" in this sense="delay," as in delaying tactics.
1John 5:19.
Luke 4:5-8.
John 17:14-16.
Daniel 2:44,45.
"For tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them to the moon"
Hamlet.
There it goes again,
disturbing the calm and quiet of my mind
from its peaceful setting.
The shrieking begins; my poisonous parrot
shrills loud that piercing song of my doubt.
My decisions come hard...
always a tug of war, between negative
and positive thinking.
My weak inner self and that mocking parrot
each takes one of my hands and pulls.
I summon my support...
a quiet corner, meditation, and prayer.
The squawking is silenced.
That negative beast is plucked from my hand,
as my strong self leads me to peace again.
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Desire and Aversion
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Judged: 10/11/2022
~1st Place~
Contest:
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/14/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Judged: 01/27/2019
He tugs dad this way
He tugs mom that way
They forget he is there
And quarrel with each other ...
Driven to distraction
They speak freely, candidly, even brutally
Their son learns that marriage is not always a bed of roses
And that they love him -- and each other -- more than ever
Tears fall down my face as I feel my heart break
At times I wish I could fall asleep
Live inside a happy dream from which I did not have to wake
I remain wide awake unable to stop the pain I feel inside
Whomever said there were happy endings must have been wrong
Or maybe they just lied
Feeling completely all alone without anyone to understand
Every time I turned for help they turned away
And I am left alone still reaching out my hand
My cries go unheard and words forgotten just like me
I stand right in front of them
But not one person seems to see
As if invisible or unimportant at all
Attempting to be heard I shout
But nobody hears me when I call
Trying to remain strong but growing weaker every day
Losing the game of tug of war
Giving up the desire to continue to play
Standing here at this alter
I don't know what to do
I'm suppose to be happy
But I'm feeling sad and blue
Torn between what I want and what I need
Lord, give me some mercy please
Looking into your eyes, makes me realize
That I have been lying to myself
Because I'm in love with someone else
Someone you trust and knew
But still you have no clue
Of this passion I have for another
I'm sorry to say he's close like a brother
So I join my hand with you
Knowing that our love will never be true
Before God and man
I have to take a stand
And do what is right
Even though its a hard fight
So I will close this door
Still in a tug of war....
Life is a tug of war,
Between right and wrong,
Justice and injustice,
Truthfulness and falsehood,
In life's trying pathways,
We are faced with the choice,
Between two contrasting options,
We should have the courage,
To choose one of them,
That can fit into our mindset,
To lead a victorious life,
In the tug of war that is life,
Amidst the conflicting forces,
That confront modern livelihood.
Please see it's the rope
Inside the game tug of war
Uniting them all
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