All I want is friends
For people to notice me and accept me for who I truly am
For me to be my authentic self and not push people away for being different
For others to come to me before I go to them
I know sometimes I just want to be the center of attention but sometimes it’s different, sometimes I just want to have people who truly care about me how I care for them
It’s hard to make new friends
to find the right people
the people who have the right values and morals
the people who make you laugh even when they’re not trying
the people who don’t make fun of you for being different
the people who care
What they do, they all know.
They breadcrumb, sugarcoat,
they love-bomb, gaslight,
or sometimes just hoover or go with the flow.
But I cry and try till the end,
losing self-reliance, going insane;
because later I don't wanna feel sorry.
I can't live with a heavy chest full of thoughts of hurting others,
I don't wanna live with a repenting memory.
I can't let my head to bow
in guilt, in fear, in sin...
thus, I never leave, I outgrow.
ART VALUES
thoughts
submerging
to
settle
appearances
growing
intertwined
with
illustrated
relationships
passionate
longings
in
the
intense
personal
melancholic
obsessions
displayed
I dislike deception most of all.
Humankind is ready to fall
To the lowest position,
Ignoring values like
Loyalty and trust,
Lacking penance
And remorse.
What a
Shame!
3rd Place
Views evolve, revolve
devolve… dissolve
Values stay put
~ require resolve
In retirement I live a more comfortable life
Than I’d ever imagined
Like all the blessings of my ancestors
Have accumulated in a rain upon me.
But as I sit before a winter’s fire
Dog on lap and wife rising fresh bread
Surrounded by all the accoutrements
I have loved to collect
I think of what really is of value in my life
And it falls and spreads like a pyramid
Down from my wife and dogs
And out to my children, grandchildren
And friends old and new
Each of which hold some place in my heart
Soulmates of varying degree and intimacy.
Yes, my wife and life-mate is at the peak
She is the one making the bread after all,
But close, even closer seeming sometimes,
Are those dogs, who if they do nothing else
Always give their all.
Sure, there are valuable things and experiences
I have collected and cherish
But even the most distant soulmates
Are more valuable than any thing.
(1/3/26)
Winter warnings to stock up on food, suoermarket shares should jump
For the drainstream media who reported
Such' there will be welcome stockbroker
News.'
On the 7th day of Christmas
it was new year’s eve,
and on that midnight 2025 ended
- just like that -
with the poof of fireworks.
Did we have to rush right into 2026?
No. We could have talked about it,
and come up with a better alternative.
We’ve all seen money
- you know, dollars, euros and pounds - right?
Those little pieces of paper have no intrinsic value
- we all just agree on their worth.
We should've channeled that extrinsic power and agreed on something else,
Like deciding that the year after 2025 would be 2029.
You know, the midnight when 2025 ended - poof - 2029 could’ve begun.
We’re all adults - must we amortize this horrible mistake we made?
Think about it - Donald Trump would’ve been out of the White House in days.
Or is it the ‘Trump-Gold-House’ now?
It’s hard to keep up with CrAzY.
.
.
Songs for this:
That's Me Trying - William Shatner
I keep the House of Silence—
Its rafters built of Air—
The Relatives that visit me
Are ones I cannot share—
My Mother—Discipline of Snow—
My Father—Thunder’s Will—
My Sister—small Anonymous
That slip the windowsill—
My Family is the Province
Of rooms the Soul inspects—
Where Kin are stitched invisibly
By unrecorded texts—
What lineage I cherish
Is breath—returning, plain—
The Hearth that never asks of me,
Yet warms me—just the same—
So should they call me “Daughter”—
I bow—but keep apart—
For Blood is but the outer door,
And Silence—keeps my Heart.
If malevolent roses
were blue passioned red
And malicious violets
were red pleasing blue
Then contentious autocracy
would have a whole lot less
malgovernance to do.
Why, I wonder long…
For cracks on heels he be mocked--
A thing all so wrong
That one is heavily docked--
Who, on path of values walked.
______________________
Tanka (Senryu + couplet) |12.09.2025 | irony, values, world
Every time I turn my radio on
I hear the same old song
and I await good news from abroad today
especially a change is on the way
but I don't believe all they say
as how can they see eye-to-eye
or meet face-to-face
when east looks east and west looks west
in this so-called human race
putting power in the hands
of people who don't give a damn
will only go so far only last so long
the genie's out of the bottle
there's no going back
where did we go wrong
to be so far off track
embellish or embroider
you can't improve on truth
anything less is second best
for which I have no use
and when it sounds
like chaos all around
it seems no one cares or shares
look to your morals ethics values scruples
and take the higher ground
Content Values
Don’t need much
I can do without
Considerate of others
Open a car door for her
Many have lost their way
Morels don’t mean a thing
Be courteous no matter how your treated
Sometimes we are down in the valley
Take one day at a time
Mentor those to be prepared to fly
I’m just an old soul
Into the gray moving slow
No more weight to carry
No more worries
Retirement ahead
Heaven sent
Just a little bit of patience
With content values
Just living in a small simple house
Don’t need to follow the world
Wise in my old age
Time is passing me by
What does it mean to be the next flower to fall after the garden fence is reinforced with tears from the street?
Last year we played with steady ground,
one rule for all, the truth was found.
No favoured few, no shadow deal,
just work and heart - the common seal,
and every voice could claim their name.
Our coach back then, from distant shore,
taught more than drills - he taught us more:
that trust is built on equal weight,
and discipline decides our fate,
and love of game is why we came.
But now the lines are drawn by hand
that shifts with who they understand.
The gifted pushed to other side,
while empty chairs in A-team hide
the friends they brought to guard their claim.
The rules are bent, the field feels small,
the game we knew is lost to all.
Yet still we run, though not the same,
and dream one day to lift the flame
of football played for more than fame.
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