bo-tansky - Hello Poetry

There is a part of me That hurts so much A visceral pain Not stabbing, searing Bent moaning, groaning More a seemingly protective But invisible raincoat With a hood That covers your naked head The hurts built into every thread Every strand woven Perhaps a shadow or ghost A repressed memory Deaf as a post A container unnamed Unframed Still There's an occasional smile on my face Sometime faked Perhaps the rejection you endured Where your mere existence Incited rage, vitriol and hate. Leaving you in that hurt away cave Thinking Why Why Why Presence can be a dangerous place or naughty or nice Still I still cry when the world goes awry. And if I should reach radical acceptance I might know How The true know the untrue The logical the random The sane the insane. Looking for answers in the contradiction and pain. I look for truth And find only pieces Pick up the pieces Put them in my pocket And save them ro a sunny day. My puppy of eighteen years passed away. I hope he found peace and a sunny place to run and play. We'll be together again some day. Best Friend

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC

bo-tansky

Best Friends

There is a part of me That hurts so much A visceral pain Not stabbing, searing Bent moaning, groaning More a seemingly protective But invisible raincoat With a hood That covers your naked head The hurts built into every thread Every strand woven Perhaps a shadow or ghost A repressed memory Deaf as a post A container unnamed Unframed Still There's an occasional smile on my face Sometime faked Perhaps the rejection you endured Where your mere existence Incited rage, vitriol and hate. Leaving you in that hurt away cave Thinking Why Why Why Presence can be a dangerous place or naughty or nice Still I still cry when the world goes awry. And if I should reach radical acceptance I might know How The true know the untrue The logical the random The sane the insane. Looking for answers in the contradiction and pain. I look for truth And find only pieces Pick up the pieces Put them in my pocket And save them ro a sunny day. My puppy of eighteen years passed away. I hope he found peace and a sunny place to run and play. We'll be together again some day. Best Friend

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I am living in squalor I guess it serves me right I gave away all my power To a man who wasn't right. To those of you Who see the light You get it And I'm so appreciative To you Tonight.

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Jul 11, 2025

Jul 11, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC

bo-tansky

Tonight

I am living in squalor I guess it serves me right I gave away all my power To a man who wasn't right. To those of you Who see the light You get it And I'm so appreciative To you Tonight.

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Noodles are me Although it didn't Always used to be There was a time Before When you lived We'd go out to lunch Almost everyday Where to go Usually a buffet There we had unlimited choices For dessert And we made Chow Mein memories How Asia How American That was how It used to be. Now I choose Between Spicy hot And not so hot Ramen in a cup Eat up We lived never thinking of tomorrow Tomorrow came And you were not there The rug was pulled out from under me I was hapless and helpless Because you had done everything. I knew Our dreams would never come true I thought We were Overly confident, Overly optimistic and completely over the top. Where was the moderation You were the orchestration You ran A one man band And I didn't know it Until I did And you died. When I look back I have to reflect On how you really didn't want my input or point of view. You completely rejected the feminine It's true And those who followed you. You were both cowardly and misdirected And I didn't know what to do. Now I'm down under. Never sure where i'll be Quite a journey Under attack by so many Who seem to reject my very existence I can't tell you why One demented old lady Swing a metal cane At Casper and Me Wishes to see us both dead Because we don't speak her language. Am I understating the issues Please hand me that box of tissues Tears seem to never run out My life full of fear and doubt A box of issues That's more like it Was God thinking 'She takes too much for granted' Let's throw in a hardy Sprinkling of despair It certainly wasn't Compassionate Care A bedeviled group home Where negativety hung heavy in the air. Where is the beauty I pursued all my life Now only Loneliness, fear and strife And my senses Assaulted at first Tip toeing through The littered sidewalk Where are the flowers Where are the tulips And the I saw the single survivor Hardy. Small Mellow yellow Heroically fighting their way Through the cluttered display Distracted Everything on two wheels or more Making noise, noise and more A cacophony of sound Never harmonizing Speed and hell bound And the voices Loud and animated Friendly and allowing My housemates That's another story Let's just say There was a huge divide Between The outside And in One flew over the coo coos nest Had nothing on them I knew I had to get away Before they killed me With vitiole and rage. Can I live my life backwards Where I'll have more Appreciation Be more sage And that's why they say Hindsight is 20/20 If your long range vision Is dim Or not there Better beware You could be me Well Without my creativity.

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Jun 28, 2025

Jun 28, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC

bo-tansky

Ramen Rant

Noodles are me Although it didn't Always used to be There was a time Before When you lived We'd go out to lunch Almost everyday Where to go Usually a buffet There we had unlimited choices For dessert And we made Chow Mein memories How Asia How American That was how It used to be. Now I choose Between Spicy hot And not so hot Ramen in a cup Eat up We lived never thinking of tomorrow Tomorrow came And you were not there The rug was pulled out from under me I was hapless and helpless Because you had done everything. I knew Our dreams would never come true I thought We were Overly confident, Overly optimistic and completely over the top. Where was the moderation You were the orchestration You ran A one man band And I didn't know it Until I did And you died. When I look back I have to reflect On how you really didn't want my input or point of view. You completely rejected the feminine It's true And those who followed you. You were both cowardly and misdirected And I didn't know what to do. Now I'm down under. Never sure where i'll be Quite a journey Under attack by so many Who seem to reject my very existence I can't tell you why One demented old lady Swing a metal cane At Casper and Me Wishes to see us both dead Because we don't speak her language. Am I understating the issues Please hand me that box of tissues Tears seem to never run out My life full of fear and doubt A box of issues That's more like it Was God thinking 'She takes too much for granted' Let's throw in a hardy Sprinkling of despair It certainly wasn't Compassionate Care A bedeviled group home Where negativety hung heavy in the air. Where is the beauty I pursued all my life Now only Loneliness, fear and strife And my senses Assaulted at first Tip toeing through The littered sidewalk Where are the flowers Where are the tulips And the I saw the single survivor Hardy. Small Mellow yellow Heroically fighting their way Through the cluttered display Distracted Everything on two wheels or more Making noise, noise and more A cacophony of sound Never harmonizing Speed and hell bound And the voices Loud and animated Friendly and allowing My housemates That's another story Let's just say There was a huge divide Between The outside And in One flew over the coo coos nest Had nothing on them I knew I had to get away Before they killed me With vitiole and rage. Can I live my life backwards Where I'll have more Appreciation Be more sage And that's why they say Hindsight is 20/20 If your long range vision Is dim Or not there Better beware You could be me Well Without my creativity.

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Tried to suspend my disbelief oh, how I tried But, I don't know darling It always comes back to you Who are you anyway how do you know the things you know when no one has told you so If only you would write the next verse unrehearsed and unfiltered not think it command or sleight of hand.dear Never mind you always get iy and that's the thing should i go on or leave it at this maybe we couldn't get past the first kiss I'm sure that's it a crossroads an impasse a stop along the way forget it didn't mean it You'll never believe it and neither will I so I'll just be me without you and go on wait and see I'm as patient as patient can be I tell you're doubting me so i ask how it can be when you won't talk to me you're wed to a memory life in the past lane but you can't live in a memory that has something to prove or a daydream that has something to lose these things you cling to so well maybe there your way of letting go I don't know or just show and tell i Know I'm sometimes rude and don't seem to care It's when you left your heart out with few exceptions, dear I want to write about the light and how it follows you wherever you go but I'm defensive and rude instead and so there's no completion just me and somewhere out there there is you i wrote this song for you

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May 25, 2025

May 25, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC

bo-tansky

A Song for You

Tried to suspend my disbelief oh, how I tried But, I don't know darling It always comes back to you Who are you anyway how do you know the things you know when no one has told you so If only you would write the next verse unrehearsed and unfiltered not think it command or sleight of hand.dear Never mind you always get iy and that's the thing should i go on or leave it at this maybe we couldn't get past the first kiss I'm sure that's it a crossroads an impasse a stop along the way forget it didn't mean it You'll never believe it and neither will I so I'll just be me without you and go on wait and see I'm as patient as patient can be I tell you're doubting me so i ask how it can be when you won't talk to me you're wed to a memory life in the past lane but you can't live in a memory that has something to prove or a daydream that has something to lose these things you cling to so well maybe there your way of letting go I don't know or just show and tell i Know I'm sometimes rude and don't seem to care It's when you left your heart out with few exceptions, dear I want to write about the light and how it follows you wherever you go but I'm defensive and rude instead and so there's no completion just me and somewhere out there there is you i wrote this song for you

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Bam* Bam* Boom* Boom* Fort Nite just ain't right what are we teaching our youth shoot em up like John Wilks Boothe ****** horned demons swarm the subliminal screen legions of red ants marching rants screaming shoot em up scaredy pants what do you have to lose bring em down to the ground with bullets and ***** inbound watch out red hawk down another round anyone/

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Jan 8, 2025

Jan 8, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC

bo-tansky

Just Ain't Right

Bam* Bam* Boom* Boom* Fort Nite just ain't right what are we teaching our youth shoot em up like John Wilks Boothe ****** horned demons swarm the subliminal screen legions of red ants marching rants screaming shoot em up scaredy pants what do you have to lose bring em down to the ground with bullets and ***** inbound watch out red hawk down another round anyone/

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Sometimes you need a touch of whimsey to ward off the demons of depression of which there are many like an overgrown garden growing wild and free filled with daffodils and peonies any which way they will a whipperwill. -nature orders structure and desire desire the unfulfilled womb for whom- Whimsy where are you soon and lightness to guide me through the darkness so repugnant to me. I turn to you whimsey to your unchartered fancy where angels dance on marshmallow clouds out of harm's way someday so shall I someday

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Jan 8, 2025

Jan 8, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC

bo-tansky

Sometime, Someday

Sometimes you need a touch of whimsey to ward off the demons of depression of which there are many like an overgrown garden growing wild and free filled with daffodils and peonies any which way they will a whipperwill. -nature orders structure and desire desire the unfulfilled womb for whom- Whimsy where are you soon and lightness to guide me through the darkness so repugnant to me. I turn to you whimsey to your unchartered fancy where angels dance on marshmallow clouds out of harm's way someday so shall I someday

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My thoughts are saboteurs Prowling on all fours Wreaking havoc Like bedsores Eyesores Trapdoors To a subfloor Know more Know more Like waiting for the rapture Take a picture Before and After Like waiting for Godot Hello, hello Scratch the above Scratch the below No place to hide No place to go. Was it all a lie I told myself Lies implied Lies to assuage The emptiness You feel inside. Lies the media told you How to live How to survive Fine lies Wrinkles In the landscape of time Lies to make you Lose control Of your body and mind. Rage, rage, rage On a crowded stage Lies bowed To a divided crowd Filled with vitriol And rage. Looking for truth Easy in your youth However We got it all wrong All the while Listening to a song Yearning for playfulness And innocence That enveloped our youthfulness But, it's gone Bygone Yet still They tell me The truth Shall set you free.

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Oct 26, 2024

Oct 26, 2024 at 5:41 PM UTC

bo-tansky

Sad to Rage

My thoughts are saboteurs Prowling on all fours Wreaking havoc Like bedsores Eyesores Trapdoors To a subfloor Know more Know more Like waiting for the rapture Take a picture Before and After Like waiting for Godot Hello, hello Scratch the above Scratch the below No place to hide No place to go. Was it all a lie I told myself Lies implied Lies to assuage The emptiness You feel inside. Lies the media told you How to live How to survive Fine lies Wrinkles In the landscape of time Lies to make you Lose control Of your body and mind. Rage, rage, rage On a crowded stage Lies bowed To a divided crowd Filled with vitriol And rage. Looking for truth Easy in your youth However We got it all wrong All the while Listening to a song Yearning for playfulness And innocence That enveloped our youthfulness But, it's gone Bygone Yet still They tell me The truth Shall set you free.

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Binding on WHO? I'm not listening to you You can create all your Agendas, policies, and Mandates I'll see you in hell Before I agree to your Dictates. A frustrated populist Crewmates, cellmates Bedmates and ingrates Dire straits and Who hates A world erupts in vitriol and narrates. Fire up the rhetoric Propagandized media Stirring confusion Creating illusion Then Came Nothing Nothing Nothing The sounds of silence A quiet came Came the Calm before the storm Before the calm came Confusion Chaos See you in the playhouse Before the final scene.

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Sep 27, 2024

Sep 27, 2024 at 11:44 AM UTC

bo-tansky

Rebellion

Binding on WHO? I'm not listening to you You can create all your Agendas, policies, and Mandates I'll see you in hell Before I agree to your Dictates. A frustrated populist Crewmates, cellmates Bedmates and ingrates Dire straits and Who hates A world erupts in vitriol and narrates. Fire up the rhetoric Propagandized media Stirring confusion Creating illusion Then Came Nothing Nothing Nothing The sounds of silence A quiet came Came the Calm before the storm Before the calm came Confusion Chaos See you in the playhouse Before the final scene.

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Coups and boos And how- do-you dos Choose a side Please Choose, choose, choose Pray for those You hope will lose 2024 Never a year to ignore WW III on the horizon It wasn’t a lovely sunset But a thundercloud arising Anger everywhere Dark, abandoned underbelly No way out No turn about A straight route To hell and All deniers, liars, vampires For hire Denizens of the night Seeing no evil Hearing no evil Look for the devil In the details Could be lethal Medieval Adrenal (a nation reborn Reawakened to itself Relieved of the shackles Holding us down For so long. A new dawn?) Who will come To save the day? Superman is how we got this way No way out Say some Trust the plan Some say Trust the plan Like a broken dam I say (At least I’m not having a bad hair day.) Are the good guys playing both sides Which brings me to the question of sides Well sides are all you eat If you’ve given up meat I digress It’s a mess Excuse the confusion The Cognitive Disillusion Or is it self-delusion Can’t tell How can we be winning If we’re losing?

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Sep 15, 2024

Sep 15, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC

bo-tansky

Bad Hair Day

Coups and boos And how- do-you dos Choose a side Please Choose, choose, choose Pray for those You hope will lose 2024 Never a year to ignore WW III on the horizon It wasn’t a lovely sunset But a thundercloud arising Anger everywhere Dark, abandoned underbelly No way out No turn about A straight route To hell and All deniers, liars, vampires For hire Denizens of the night Seeing no evil Hearing no evil Look for the devil In the details Could be lethal Medieval Adrenal (a nation reborn Reawakened to itself Relieved of the shackles Holding us down For so long. A new dawn?) Who will come To save the day? Superman is how we got this way No way out Say some Trust the plan Some say Trust the plan Like a broken dam I say (At least I’m not having a bad hair day.) Are the good guys playing both sides Which brings me to the question of sides Well sides are all you eat If you’ve given up meat I digress It’s a mess Excuse the confusion The Cognitive Disillusion Or is it self-delusion Can’t tell How can we be winning If we’re losing?

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Oh Poetry You duplicitous liar You hide behind Your window dressing And ire. Seasons change the Ever-changing view Sometimes it’s old Sometimes it’s new Your model attire Dressed to the nines Spilt onto a blank page Goblets of not-so-fine wine Aries, you indomitable fighter Throw down your gauntlet Of wronger and righter. Love is found In the fire A rising phoenix Of unknown desire. The old made new The untrue true Secrets concealed Revealed Not just for The privileged few. Devolution Evolution Coming round the bend Is this the beginning Or the beginning of an inning Or something That may never end.

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 10:50 AM UTC

bo-tansky

Window Dressing

Oh Poetry You duplicitous liar You hide behind Your window dressing And ire. Seasons change the Ever-changing view Sometimes it’s old Sometimes it’s new Your model attire Dressed to the nines Spilt onto a blank page Goblets of not-so-fine wine Aries, you indomitable fighter Throw down your gauntlet Of wronger and righter. Love is found In the fire A rising phoenix Of unknown desire. The old made new The untrue true Secrets concealed Revealed Not just for The privileged few. Devolution Evolution Coming round the bend Is this the beginning Or the beginning of an inning Or something That may never end.

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