Dice black and white
Not looking for a fight
Lucky hands, grip tight
Wanting a winning sight
Put pair into flight
Fist raised, power, and might
Snake eyes say good night
I’m sorry I curse at you with every breath.
I’m sorry I sometimes wish you death.
I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted.
I’m sorry your dreams for me are haunted.
I’m sorry I detest STEM.
I’m sorry I love what you condemn.
I’m sorry you got kids you didn’t want.
I’m sorry I’m not someone you can flaunt.
I’m sorry for a great many things,
but I’m not sorry for everything.
I’m not sorry for wanting to be better than you
I’m not sorry for wanting a heart so true
I’m not sorry for not chasing success
I’m not sorry my life isn’t a game of chess
I’m not sorry for pointing out your flaws
I’m not sorry your preferences aren’t laws
I’m not sorry for having a favorite parent
I’m not sorry mom’s love for me is apparent
I’m sorry for a whole lot
but for everything, apparently not
I hope someday we can laugh about this
and that our relationship won’t be amiss.
I do love you dad
You just make me really sad
Those Amazing Cats
Oh, those amazing cats with their smooth coats
They go uppity up up they go downdy, down down.
And they bounce around 'making the loop as they' pounce
here and there sometimes catching a mouse somewhere in the house
getting their exercise running back and forth until they need a long rest
They purr when they are happy getting hugs and comments
As they get stroked, they talk to their people once and awhile
and they never get poked rocking the boat only when they get soaked
shaking the water all over the place
They stand up and smile wanting a hug looking innocently cute
as they ask to be taken home then snooze on a lap all curled up
in a ball and the car pulls out then departs making someone happy
whose feeling blue- they are perfect companions, and they are really
wonderful roommates.
Unholy Hell
There is an incredible emptiness
that will not settle,
a holy loneliness blocking my way.
They tell me not to think so much,
not to worry,
but the heavy quiet of failure drowns out that vow.
Inside these walls, there is no sovereignty.
Just hands, reaching—
everyone wanting a piece of me.
Only music remains a cure,
a quiet place to go to ease the road,
to carry this bitter load.
I was a proud soul once.
Now, I am stripped to the nerve.
Left entirely alone to survive their quiet contempt.
I dream at night, and the nightmares come to call,
and I wake up to the morning sun
already shattered before the day even begins.
More work is what I get.
No time away to sift through the wreckage,
to find what is left of me.
Just the endless expectation of another’s payday.
Deep in my soul,
my mind cries out for reprieve
that my battered, bloody body will never get.
The void is deep.
The pain is real.
The days gone by are misery.
Tough as nails they reference me.
Deep inside only history.
I've been looking for a women with a devilish grin
Been looking for a women in silhouette white
I've been wanting a women who's a little of both
I think I've seen her in peripheral flight
near the top of my enormous oak tree
two large amber eyes are looking at me
not wanting a challenge, I try not to stare
a strong pungent odor lingers in the autumn air
witch, warrior, monkey or large puma cat?
what in Kansas am I trying not to look at?
did you see that? asks my weird cousin Pat
One leg is curled around the trunk, and boy is it fat!
Bridging the port
Calming wakes, defined as sport
Not needing any legal court
Only a scoreboard
Pointing which door
An Indianapolis checkered flag
Or hiking Arizona’s crags
Going in zags
Seeing single stags
Boys Fightin Illini windy gusts
Wanting a middle city bust
Girls giving USC, a nice tri
Enjoying a Final Four high
Reaching dunking heights
Friday night
Huskies have in sight
Next day another round
For the Nutmeg town
After dinner
There will be a winner
Due to an early evening rise
From southern gamecock cries
Serving gourmet steaks accompanied with eggs
Worth the beg
Two or three
Spectacle we believe
Are the attempts
Message sent
On the hardwood
By those who are good
Getting two points
Across the arena joint
But do not despair
What is fair
If your academic grades are not there
Since Huskie national championship hopes, are on the air
a troubled life
too much baggage to carry
wanting a new start
To upgrade a kitchen,
Most people I know
Would hire an expert
And work with a pro.
I live in a rental,
Which limits the range
Of the choices I have
If I’m wanting a change.
So to spiff up my cabinets,
Boring and plain,
I decided that I’d go
Against the, um, grain.
For, instead of cheap plywood
Or particle board,
Some rustic aesthetic
Was what I aimed toward.
I found what I needed
And measured and cut.
The kitchen looks better
(At least to me!), but
I have to fess up
For it didn’t take much.
Contact paper provided
That cool farmhouse touch!
Wanting a little fun
Depart on a run
Seeking bakery pastry buns
Tasty and sweet
Jogging through the village street
Enduring the athletic heat
Conquering the feat
Can not be beat
Enjoying the run
For pastry buns
Not caring where you are from
Only greeted with a ‘welcome’
Take a bite
Time is not tight
During the bun
Run
Done for fun
Fattening those bottom cheeks
While everyone speaks
Bragging every week
About climbing the peaks
Featured on the bun
Run
Done
For fun
Where Danishes are great
Even know competitors gained too much weight
Dear poetry soup
So far I have witnessed a lovely group
I am a new joiner to this site
An experience I’m not sure is wrong or right
I have been through a lot in my life
Many challenges with strife
I’m not a poet or writer
Just wanting a future that’s brighter
I get help and support from a professional
And they are pretty exceptional
However I have discovered putting words on paper
Helps lift stress in to Vapor
I read and write poems about what comes to mind
Because my life is quite a grind
It doesn’t always make sense
And others are quite intense
It is becoming a positive outlet
Positive therapy without regret
Feeling what I write
Helps me let go of the nasty blight
I am a novice at this
Taking a deep dive into trauma and reminisce
I am aiming to put up something everyday
Good or bad I need to stay
I appreciate the views and feedback
Although many poems do lack
I appreciate it nonetheless
A big thank you to you I express
Wanting a person to get up and be moving
Bed chase
Wasn’t a race
The person needed a push as a head start
It’s was time for rigorous exercise
Time for the morning run
The person dragged for so long
The bed chased the person at the door and down the block
The bed wanted the person to jog
Get the blood flowing and energizing
The bed was in charge
Being large feeling large
No more being lazy
Get up and exercise
That is what the bed was trying to emphasize.
A young man with a disability
Turned educational value into reality
Achieved three college degrees and a certificate
Established through City University of New York
Became an educational success
His own testimony is what was established
He didn’t let a handicap hold him back
Stayed focus and achieved his goal
Didn’t complain, but was determined
Courage throughout
Being his own theory of achievement
The young man bringing encouragement vibe to people who have disabilities
There can still be progress
If you have dreams in wanting a higher learning degree
Make it happen and see
Don’t put off, but move forward
Your disability is not off ward
Believing and achieving is what makes anybody a success
Let the young man disability being an example of the educated you
Set your own example in enable
Put your mind into action
Become your own sensation
Let your thirst for higher learning be your mobility in destination.
"Let's go see the circus", he said with glee.
So we went, we kids, my mother, and he.
I didn't want to go. It was late at night,
But agreed to go not wanting a fight.
Though it was late, the tent was still standing.
"Look! See the circus", he was demanding.
There was naught to see and we kept silent.
Regretting this trip, we stayed compliant.
Suddenly there was fast movement and noise,
Then out ran a bunch of roustabout boys.
Quickly the last Ringling Big Top was gone.
All of us were tired and starting to yawn.
So I missed the last circus that came to town.
I only saw the Big Top being torn down.
colorful butterfly faerie flew into the garden today
The marigolds, lilies and lilacs all leaned her way
Wanting a favor, a glimpse, a look at her gown
She had a terrific personality, and no kind of frown
She is such a beauty! The elves and dwarfs did agree.
Tomato worm never saw her; he was watching TV
The radishes and carrots tried to get her to come over.
She was adorable! said the cat and an old dog named Rover.
Colorful butterfly faerie told them she would be back soon.
She had promised a relative she would meet them on the moon.
As she flew away, the garden waved and yelled out good-byes.
Within minutes she had entered a large cloud up in the skies.
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