Life stories - Hello Poetry

Sep 2020

Syomone

She was loyal while you cheated
She motivated you when you discouraged her
She held you up when you put her down
She lost good friends behind you and you slept with yours behind her
She gave you everything you wanted and you ignored everything she needed
She spoiled you in every way while you neglected her emotionally
She fought your demons with you and you threw your demons on her
She made sacrifices when you couldnt make compromises
She stood up for a relationship that you disrespected on a daily
She changed for you while you changed up on her
She wiped away your tears while you placed new ones on her face
She planned a future with you while you planned one with someone else
She put you first while you put her last
She made you an priority while you made her an option

Sep 2020

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Station

Don't ever get down at Remount Road
on the train's brief pause.

Once I couldn't resist
when through the window
I can't say what beckoned me.

The sky after a drizzle was awashed blue
and its miniature carvings on the puddles
sprung from my steps like thousand dreams.

There on the unshaded platform
were faces as puzzled as mine.

I didn't intend to detrain here, I spoke,
we didn't too, the voices echoed
but it felt so like the place
we wanted to be but missed.

Walk me barefoot on the sodden earth,
a girl offered her hand,
recount to me the unfinished stories,
make me a home.

I won't miss this time,
I was crying.

I have recounted the story to many
but they all have eyed me
like I am mad.

They only repeat there's no Remount Road
on this route.

Aug 2020

Maria Mitea

Loyalty ( "Stalwart")

The meanest creature
I have ever met,
it was my grandmother's dog
guarding under the cherry tree,
waiting and waiting,
every May of the year
for the stalwart soldier
returning from war.

BLT Challenge " Stalwart"
Stalwart reminds me, how as a child in May cherries ripe and me and my sisters went to my grandmother's place to eat cherries. My grandmother's dog stayed under the three with so much determination until we leave ... My grandmother won't tell us anything, but it felt like the dog and grandma had a complot on us grandchildren. As we walked back home with my sisters, we tried to find out what was going on in all this story with the grandma, the stalwart dog, and cherries ... One day grandma tolled us the story about her son ...
We children cried and felt so much compassion for her and the loyal Dog ...

#loyalty #dog #cherry #grandmother #may #year #stalwart #waiting #sister

Aug 2020

J Robert Fallon III

New Frontier

We are masters, not slaves,
not even to our brains.

All until the empire caved through mental anguish,
and the terror-filled thought first entered humankind mind,
you have been the enslaved, not the master.

Mentally losing control in all believed,
through streamlining a connective world and thought,
it seems we've all been deceived.

No single stream is achieved,
Not every imaginative wish was truly dreamed,
communication is a constant drowning without an esteemed regal theme team.

No matter if too much or too little,
our mind enters new lands from false provocations from foolish and progressive new minds.

Youth and old somehow learning intellectual finds,
understanding emotions is the mojo in the potion.
We're all the same kinds, same minds, race with color blinds.

Often though, no hope to cope,
no sign of mental help in poverty folks anywhere in sight,
we just stare at the moonlight,
praying for a wealthy snakebite.

Distraction from your inner-gleaming.

Don't think, let thoughts flow like a calm stream,
as inevitable chaos ensues with persistence in the mind,
the normal overwhelming of the mind,
you realize that we have made
a flawless design.

Yet, with one door open behind,
a coup to unwind.

Only the owner of their mind has the full power to control, cope, and turn the tide.

Those types of people who understand that there are inevitable downsides,
but view them simply as realities benign.

Viewed as a part of the intellectual process and our life ride.
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Annihilate your ego, and let emotion become your bride,
spark the fire and light inside a pure soul filled with love and empathy.

Understand the Jekyll and Hyde hiding inside the mind will never disappear or fully hide,
yet fight and become no longer terrified,
only mesmerized.

The truth is clear and here,
no more anxiety, worry, fear, just....here.

You drift and physically drop down in pure peace,
understanding you've just completed a mental masterpiece.

Full with a new sensation of content masterfully mixed with enlightenment,
thus, begins the personal journey,
a subjective mental exploration of a new frontier.

#brain #life #youth #mental #health #growing #up #poem #love #mind

Jul 2020

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Miss High Gene

It was all faintly lit gloom
where her silhouette wouldn't betray
if she was sleeping or awake
amid the thick smell of disinfectant
the world debarred from the room.

I trust not one of you, she would say,
moving germs, a tribe of dirt,
that's what all of you are.

Countless times she would dress and undress
drenching herself with dettol
changed linen time and again
and her only pursuit of happiness
was denying even the closest an access
to evade disease only she knew.

Others would find in her
a diseased mind.

When she died
men were hired to burn her
and the celsius ensured
she had a germ free passage
to the next world.

Jul 2020

Thomas W Case

In Treatment

This isn't a poem,
it's a thank you to the
HP community for
all their support and love.
I'm in treatment and working
******* my addiction,
but I woke up with a
heart full of gratitude,
not to sound sappy, but
I love you all. Carpe Diem,
and let the ink flow.

Thank you HP I love you guys. BLT, Carlos, South City Lady, Love Storytelling, Woody, Traveler, Samantha, so many, too many to list, and I have to go to group, you've been timetabled, Mark, Cloudy Daze, Fawn, Gideon, Glass
Slipper, Girl, Diya, M-E, Whit Howland, Mrs Time table, Sarita, Cat, Clementine, Amanda, Lori, Stephen E. Yokum, Natt, Raven...so many! to you all ap, Beautifully Broken. Guy, Mellani, Sarita...Love you all...Keep on writing. Weeping Willow, Elizabeth.

#thanks #love

Jul 2020

Michael Perry

TIME HAS COME

TIME HAS COME

to myself, I think the time has come
I've made up my mind, It's taken me years
to understand- it was never my fault
I was blind to facts while always taking blame

today is the day, we both face the truth
you will not change, so change begins with me
I counted each day as a prison sentence
you as the warden to keep me in lock and key

why did it take so long to recognize why
I have no easy answers to explain
love is blind, and each time you think
that with a little more time, things will change

as I touch the doors handle, my hand shakes
I don't turn around to look back, or I will
surely remember the pain- it's tuesday morning
at 3:30 am- I've finall y taken all I can take

the street outside is silent, the light is barely through
my life has been a blessing, yet I've always felt the curse
as my mind races faster than I can comprehend, I stand here
thinking- my feet planted, to reflect on, a freedom deserved

by Michael Perry

Jul 2020

Lori Jones McCaffery

ROBERT LEROY PARKER

They said I gotta write some things down
But I don’t liketa write and what can I say.
I disappointed my Mama and I’m real sorry for that
I tried to stop once, I truly did. But it was so much fun.
I enjoyed cowboyin’, and all the guys too
They called us The Wild Gang.
Them months in jail was not any fun.
I promised 'em that I’d be good, but
The banks was there, the trains was there
They called to me and I had to answer 'em
I don’t feel bad for them that died.
They all had it comin’
I finally got tired of bein’ chased,
And me and Sundance tried to lay low,
But there wasn't no place to hide any more.
Both Robbers Roost and Hole in the Wall was known to all.
And them dad-blamed Pinkertons was ev'rywhere.
So we lit out on a boat, and Etta tagged along.
San Vicente was pretty, but the bank was a’callin’
Nothin’ else we could do but hit it.
Hiding didn’t work out so well that time.
All in all I think going to Bolivia was a big mistake
That’s about all I got to say.
-Butch

My pittiful attempt to take part in the challenge set up by Thomas W Case and BLT to create a poem written by a historical figure. The funnest part was reading up on him.