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 Dec 2024 The X-Rhymes
Antonyme
the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do
I long for
the sunburnt days,
freckled dreams and
scabbed up knees.
Ahh
to be a boy in
summer again.
My baseball and  
**** dog close at
hand.
Fishing pole and
lily pad ponds.
I caught frogs and
tortoises.
The budding poet in
me saw sunsets on
the underside of
the shells.

The daylight, and
evening seemed to
last forever.
And when I finally
went to bed,
The buzz of the
cicadas, and the
symphony of the
crickets were my
soundtrack to youth.
I dreamed in green.
Here's a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhyjqbFrGI
I have this bag filled with something
I carry everywhere I go
In case I run into nothing
That's something you never know

To easily keep me entertained
Before boredom sets in
I have the attention span of an ant
That is until the drugs kick in

My bag used to have nothing
Till the day I scrimped and saved
Filling it with something
Making sure I gave nothing away

Like you heard me say at the top of the page
I have this bag filled with something
When asked what's inside, I humbly reply
Oh this?
It's really nothing...
Nothing like a good old no nonsense poem đŸ€Ș
 Dec 2024 The X-Rhymes
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A-ttractive, alluring
D-iverse in your scope,
V-ivacious woman
E-xciting I hope,
N-ew age contender of a
T-raditional gauge,
U-nderneath, very feminine
R-egardless your age,
O-pen and honest
U-nbelievable, but true,
S-uch are the ways of the adventurous you.
Ambition's wings
soar as a driving force,
elevating thoughts
to chart a new course.

Yet, talented minds,
grounded in place,
disengage gifted brains
wasting this space.

This unfurled potential
a bird's dream of flight,
without a thought or clue
of where it is migrating to.

©Lizzie Bevis
Inspired by a quote attributed to Salvador Dali ‘Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings’
Who's going to save us now?
not the man in the lighthouse
or the madman in the Whitehouse
and if you're thinking
him at number ten
think again.
Time closes in mindlessly
but my heart isn't oppressed
its powers I scoff vehemently
in my self-sufficiency I rest--

though there's thick mist in the horizon
my path I'll boldly chart
adversity shall not hold me in prison
from fervent faith I'll not part-

life is the lacuna
and the indifference
it offers no anchor
in its nonchalance -

its sea might be stormy and rough
and my sailing might be perilously tough
but my courage will be enough
to lead me to the faraway shore that I've desired
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