"BETTA" READY FOR "WORSER"
We’ve overcome worse;
Today’s POTUS seeks worser:
Time to get betta:-
I just keep faking it.
Smiling thinking I'm making it.
They all think I'm okay.
They all think I'm not insecure.
They don't know I'm dying inside.
The light they see through me,
Is not the same as i see through myself.
Even though I tell myself that I'm the most
beautiful girl on earth,
I know it ain't the truth, I'm just tryna hide
My insecurities from myself
My mind wanna explode everyday!
The depression and the pressure are
Gettin worser everyday.
Each day my insrcureness increases rapidly.
But i try to hide it by telling people that I'm
the most intelligent ,beautiful and successful girl
that God has ever created on earth.
I know they won't see my insrcureness
because i tell them one same lie
with a smile on my face everyday.
Fn->spacebar lights my keyboard
So I can see the keys to score
Wanted placement in the game of poetry
Top links in line so I'm not ignored
Little mouse help route my cursor
So more corrections makes things less worser
Oh I miss my pen and eraser
And the days I was an ardent curser
But today I let the keys do the tapping
While my mind is set a rapping
And the computer seems to do more work
As I'm just here wide-awake napping
The most startling things about the weather
How they can change in a moment’s notice
If today it is foul, tomorrow it may be better.
Weatherpersons surely get lots of practice
Arranging the highs and lows on their maps
How they can change in a moment’s notice.
Warm spells are often followed by cold snaps
And, of course, it can also be vice versa
Arranging the highs and lows on their maps.
In most places weather can be a lot worser
Based on what one is experiencing then
And, of course, it can also be vice versa,
The weatherpersons never know when,
So, they give only a percentage of chances
Based on what one is experiencing then.
I am amazed by the device that enhances
The most startling things about the weather
So, they give only a percentage of chances
If today it is foul, tomorrow it may be better.
I was lying down in a platform;
And was dreaming about the unwritten.
Not to end the renowned act;
But to continue it on your souls.
I can work harder on it;
To finish the realistic on time.
Even it is harder to remove thorns;
I want to replace it with joy.
I can make it worser atlast;
But gave up this time.
Not to make her perfect;
But to radiate her courage.
I was about to fall asleep;
Like a leaf going to grass.
But i saw something glazing;
That was the gaze of her eyes.
I thought unpleasant clouds are crying;
And they didn't let her shine.
But i realized ;it's not the destiny;
It's the way of outbreak in history.
I just tried out Soup’s grammar checker
It graded my work at just three
I smashed my IPad into pieces
You might say it kind of irked me
So I loaded up sonnet eighteen
(Compare thee to a summer’s day)
I copied and pasted that poem
Precisely as Shakespeare did say
Seems it’s a long way from perfect
For ‘owest’ he shouldn’t have said
And he’s gonna need to change ‘growest’
Alas, I believe Shakespeare’s dead
And then checker graded his writing
And set it at one point nine three
So what’s the big deal with this Shakespeare?
It seems he writes worser than me!
[Postscript: This epic ode achieved a 1.93: Cest la vie.]
My current days are trails paved abhorrent
for I wail money twisted and time blistered
within knot plots I cannot get untwistered.
I live as a searcher of dollar measure flexers
and as an oh what should I do now perplexer.
Even toilet paper is a difficult gainer
when basic nutrition is not an obtainer.
Being a face washer, teeth flosser, hair brusher
and body cleaner upper are now strainers.
All intentions proper flare up money impaired
when one’s pennies add up to not even any.
How to be a life liver as a faith believer
when your scenes scream just be a quitter,
a truly properly decent sanity splitter?
When losing my job hard spun me money shun,
my question grinder also lost its answer finder.
Tonight, I’ll be a bread crumb eater and soup sipper
but tomorrow I may be a slipper wearing mess
roamer, a senseless out loud streaming press
and a restaurant trash can nonchalant searcher
who forgot her thoughts once held nothing worser.
... CayCay
August 22, 2019
Do things get worse before they get better? I know, I know, I know....Things get worse, then worser still. You glimpse sunshine, but no, it’s just your medication. Then things get worse, worse, worser, worst, before finally leveling off. And that’s the new norm. And things are better, because they could be worse. And the answer is B. Detroit
the worse it gets, it gets “worser”
a better death is a misnomer
those greedy fingers
and trespassing eyes
the passing of a plate of lies
the only thing that’s shared —
a shovel that heaps dirt
over the “loved one’s” hurt
7/26/2018
Memory is to vivid
Just to keep buried in a bag of bones
Addicted to the prisoners
That accumulates prisons
Blacks are explicit but divergent
Wonder why parents are so timid
Mimic the streets
And the youth gets beat
We see the steel first
No reason why we carrying our sistas and brothas in a hearse
Tired of being tired
Worser the depression
Longer the noose
Tired of the house hold abuse
But the victim still gets treated like a animal
The storm we go through is for a reason
But most don't get to live
The truth doesn't get noticed
Unless the eviction letter is noted
SIGN OF THE TIMES
Stones will be thrown down. The temple succumbs like Lazarus.
Inconceivable evil hurled inside and outside satan’s circle.
Good perceived as bad and the reverse a similar fact.
Noah’s days before our rainy eyes, hankies blowing it.
Other christ, the false one, the devil incarnate arrives.
Feast of beasts will turn the world upside-down in defeat.
Torrential weather, hate and great distress to impress.
Heaven looks on in horror but not surprised.
Evening becomes the norm without moon or stars.
The persecutions worse and worser, God’s children cry, wanting
It to end sooner than later, having suffered and died, blood
Mixes like a cultural conglomerate - we knew the rat race
Eventide, on its plenipotentiary screeching wheel, couldn’t
Survive but for Jesus Christ — His victory secured at the cross.
4/22/2018
The temple in line one is Jesus. In the final line His victory.
God Placed A Curse
So what could possibly be worser that worse,
And over entire countryside all of it disperse;
Started swerving;
Was unnerving;
On Trump family God had placed a curse.
Jim Horn
What Trump Was
We know what Trump was;
Precursor to worser
That he sure has been.
Jim Horn
I met a girl who was like free
verse. Nothing good to see -
Hair frizzed up static; couldn't be
worse. Sung worser than a turkey
but her goodness nearly made me
burst.
I met a girl who was like rhyming
verse and she didn't make no
nothing sense because all she did
was rhyme time and there wasn't
no speeching just singing like in
opera where you go to feel smart
but wouldn't get anything without
watching her and her beautiful braids,
blonde like Marilyn and probably as
senseless too.
What's the point in trying to picc the worser of two evils?
Like trying to decide the sharpest point of two needles.
Know i should've taken a left, when i chose to go right.
But you shouldn't have tried to make two wrongs equal a right.
You lied, and i cheated, but you cheated, and i lied.
You gave up, we made up, then i gave up, but i tried.
The bond we built fell apart, and it wasnt my doing.
Im not blaming you, but now our relationship is in ruins.
I neglected you, know i didnt pay you attention.
You werent there for me, in my time of need, you came up missing.
You couldnt talk to me, and when you tried, i wouldn't hear it.
Let other people in your head, you welcomed interference.
We both disrespected our friendship, and betrayed our trusts.
After we let fear and caution both delay our love.
If it's true that time heals all, we'll lose the pain.
But often i still sit up and wonder, who's to blame!?!
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