I used to dig, and claw, and think life was difficult
Not sure when I changed, and realized how easy it is
If you are an artist, and you believe in yourself
If you are a poet, and you write and write and write
Things are easier now, for my life is a reflection of myself.
I am in touch with my soul.
toss anger, he said
into the bin of waste
waste not mankind’s love
with abuse and bite
the bullet skies
high the eagle flies
why not the steeple
less with feathers flocked
why not the pews on
threadbare knees
that knock and palms
close touch of closed
and ethereal eyes, in shock
of amazing blue, far above
the whizzing bell of shots
some fell, some rise
both have a knell and sigh
anger flung like monkey dung
lay upon the sheetrock roof
its lies are born and cradled
evil has a childhood, is able
to wean and crawl, to fall
toss anger, he spoke
to the deaf and blind
they never woke nor wised
up. six feet downer done
swept into the bin of waste
a godforsaken life
You treated me this way since
day three of our marriage
At first I thought it was me
causing the misery
I wised up and found
you were a man from Hades
I kept our home as best I could
you never even tried
after years of marriage
and two many blue-black eyes
I left....
Not soon enough
when denials lead the way
that’s what made me stay
too complex
a diet of denial never works...
There once lived a plain, stout gal named Val
She was smittened by a guy called Al
He was a bit rude
Saw her as a dude
Val wised up, moved on with best mate
02/23/2022
Contest :A New Bawdy or Humorous
Sponsor:Tania Kitchin
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I live within the time
from words thought till said
Inexperienced from experience
Ever surprised
Unwised by the wised
Liars first lie
Looking for enough
Dying as i lived
You never speak the words
As they sound within my head
Living as if dead
Dying within the words
from time said to thought
Nothing as nought
I think that I shall never see
A sight as strange as a flying pig .
A winged pig that snout is sky-wised pushed
Against the earth’ fantastic slopping roundness
A winged pig who may fly all day,
And lifts whimsicality toward higher climes;
A pig that flutters in the icy air
A flap of wings and oinking there ;
Upon whose flight our imagination ascend
Our imitations in inward horizon up-sweeps logic .
Fall guys like me write poems,
But only metaphors like flying pigs
Can rise in ink stained skies and barnstorm
the very gates of eternity with winged couplets.
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day before
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 24th
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
Trump's Voice and Its Tone
Do you think this is what Paul Ryan is saying?
Could tell By Trump's loud voice and tone
Sure wish that he would leave us alone
As usual he is mad at someone again
Friendship with them is wearing thin.
This time to Trump what have they done?
Who thinks that in your life is only one
Poor policies regarding things traded
Where was it he had been educated?
Voters have wised up and are not dumb
Horrible sexist pig is what you will become
All of the women are caught in the middle
Having to men always play second-fiddle.
No longer can Trump gain women's consent
Maybe if Hillary were to run for President
Instead of women laying around and pout
She shall soon be there to hear them out.
Next President become is what she will do
Making everyone's dreams start coming true
Instead of women constricted and confined
Decisions are best when minds are combined.
Regardless if terrible may be the weather
When the sexes are both working together
Wearing pantsuits and an occasional dress
Goals set out to do will be a great success.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Born to sing to write to share
Open arms give courage no despair
Beautiful lyrics he shares with us all
Dance with joy when his words start to flow
Yearning for peace in this dark time
Listen carefully to music and rhyme
A man so young raised his voice
Nations wised up we sang we rejoiced
Written by M.BURTON
Just to catch you up
On someone you once knew,
That guy made you believe
The problem was all you.
He knew that while on eggshells
You would tread gingerly.
You'd be forced to read into
Nonsense you couldn't see.
For love had left you blinded,
Thinking 'twas what you'd done,
And so he played the martyr,
That's how the table spun.
That guy, he wised up late,
Looks out now at how far
Sickness, pride and ego
Can drive two hearts apart.
Leading without any direction, a train without tracks
Advice I should really take myself, try more to relax
Squeeze every second possible but not in such a hurry
The worst thing to do is to be the center of my worry
There are too many days I lived out to a bare minimum
Not enough happened without any ways of reliving them
Now say I wised up and thought a little farther ahead
Following only me and never allowing myself to be led
I can remember,
When I was young and nieve,
You could tell me anything,
And in your word I would believe.
Lessons learned the hard way,
From my so called deepest friends,
I really didn't know any better,
Untill the bitter end.
So many friends,
Doing things they should not do,
Then they tell you,
I did it why can't you?
But I wised up,
I learned and became sound,
Now I am thirty-eight,
And most of my friends are in the ground.
Some of them from drugs,
Most of them from booze,
They just couldn't learn,
But they learned they could loose.
Listen to your gut feeling,
If it does not feel right,
Don't do it then,
Keep your perspective in sight.
For if they don't like you,
It's not all that bad you see,
Because friends that force you,
Were never meant to be.
River flows like usual
It’s nothing remarkable after all
Everything seems so unpredictable
When you breathe under the magenta sky
You live in a life of fame and glory
And somehow you feel lonely, so lonely
This loneliness could kill but you cover it with a smile
When you breathe under the magenta sky
You may sleep, shuddering all night long
With your secret, perhaps you can turn it into song
This magenta sky has turning you into stone
And in this crowded world you still feel so alone
Silence is my second home
The clock is ticking and the water is slowly dripping
It swiftly turned into a melody to make me sleep
And in the deep of the night, only breath can be heard
We’re just ordinary people, you and me
Sitting in the park, staring at the magenta sky
In a life with an obscure scheme
You and I shall live in a dream
We’re looking for a friend to stay stronger
So we can both be wised and stay for each other
Love is much easier to let go than to let go a friend
And together we’ll breathe under the magenta sky
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