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Still Crazy Dec 2024
First know this:
In my peoples’ history,
an old evil, revived,
a real pretend
a”new” enemy, but
merely a derivative of a-prior,
old name, same hatred,
irrational and raw,
rising up in every generation,
under cover of a ‘philosophy,’
lies buried a purity of motive,
purity of hate for hate’s sake

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For my people
and their beliefs
Our secret to our
survival is manifest,
you may have heard it called,
A Secret Chord (1)

Tears and Laughter,
Tears Behind Laughter
intertwined, or else,
we would not indeed be  
the long going on tribe
studied by curious
historians & idiots

me?
still crazy, after all these generations

Grandparents & Parents
chased by ‘professionals’
from places well known to you
(hey! we somehow got away
with huge luck, and courageous daring)

Not requiring your sympathy
not asking for a special empathy,
not rejecting your clucks,
but we manage
though tears aplenty
that we mask under a guise
via self-deprecating humor

I would love to tell
the Bible and the liturgy
is full of sly winks,
cutish double entendres,
bartender jokes,
but it ain’t necessarily so
don’t ya know

if the bible had made
gentle laughter at/of/
angelic & human foibles
and maybe
even God laughing at
all too human characteristics

but that’s a very big ask,
not sure He’s up to the task,
making fun of yourself
when you’re the
top of the chain
requires
humanility
which’s not a master’s
first calling
but should have been its
first blessing

so that’s up to us,
we irreverent creatures
of his design,
and why we are the absolute tgw only
species that cries
to express
sadness-
and mockery maker
of ourselves
the oy in
oh vey beings
Still crazy after all these years
(1) yes Leonard Cohen
Jia En Dec 2024
Everything has got to be the best
Nowadays. For every little test
And exam must we come out on top;
Never must we stop
Working at our every skill;
Take
A break
And everything you're good at will
Just disappear.
Everyone just
Wants what's at the top of Mt. Everest.
I guess I've got to get used to
How it works around here.
Always having to do
More than what you can.
Sometimes I just don't understand
It but every explanation
I get just adds more and more complications
To the tangled mess in my head.
I miss how things were before
Instead.
Nowadays even the karang gunis
Don't want newspapers anymore.
if you don't know what a karang guni is, then here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karung_guni#:~:text=%22Karung%20guni%22%20is%20a%20Malay,use%20a%20hand%20truck%20instead.
bucketb0t Dec 2024
Man's best friend is his worst fiend.
Tip the photographer, not the dealer
let alone the unlucky charm.

As a bucketbot
I have a spare part
sadly kidney lost
broken heart left
Kiba got his cut.

That hand's bet...
dead-certain-debt

One question left:
Did he eat or sell it?
Goofy plushky white fur  
by no means pure
paws all false pretense...

Italian goon!
Couldn't be more tense.
I am a goner!
Inspired by Buckethead's song "Electronic Slight of Hand", after a night of playing cards with my sweetheart Claudia in which my husky kept messing up the cards.
Hello Daisies Nov 2024
December I remember

The cold snowy travels
The loneliness that graveled
The darkness that unraveled
I was over
I was gone
I was sadness
For so long

The months went on
The slumber never gone
Hibernating with no song
On mute
I didn't belong

Then one day
Came along..
A beautiful day
A touch of destiny
Blessed be
As it were

I had met
A girl
One simple day
One fun play

Adventure to be had
Never again to be sad
We connected
We shined
Growing
Like vines

Vines I say
Remember those?
stay up
all night
Laughing and eating
Everything in
Sight

You showed me
Friendship
And love
How beautiful
Blooming
Truly was

We bloomed together
Starry eyed doves
Former  connected souls
From years ago

We talked
We listened
We glistened
With wine
Wine all over me
Wine across town
Looking like clowns

We goofed around
We fell on the ground
We shopped at midnight
With no one else around

You got my jokes
You had my rose
I had your back
Everything felt in
Tact

Bryan Ohio
Is where we were
Bryan Ohio
Once my curse

You made that town
Overflowing ecstasy
Everything was grace
Everything felt like
Destiny in place

My body
My soul
No longer
Cold bones
Now
Sitting high
On our thrones
In Bryan Ohio
We were
Each other's
Homes

From one simple game
We met
One simple day
I'll never forget
Grand theft Auto
Gave me you
Grand theft Auto
And
the entire open road
Too
I wrote this for my poetry book! It's about the friend I don't have anymore. This is how we met and how it started.
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
I swear...
I didn't mean to **** the best of me
Or squash what I like in me
Yet here I stand
****** weapon in hand
My essence
Dripping down the blade
Like rain from a cloud
Or tears of a clown
Landing on the razors edge
A familiar sight and sound

©2024
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
Could I have done more, yes
But I'm worn out at best
Sore by the pound and stressed
The more I try to get it back like before
The more I regress
I know the score,
I know what's in store,
What it is I'm in for
But sure,
Let's hear what YOU suggest?

©2024
Emery Feine Oct 2024
I looked at the "
                         E
                           L
                             I
                              T
                                E
                                  S
                                    "
                                     and then back at
                                                               us,
                                                                    but I could see
                                                                                           N
                                                                                             O
                                                                                                difference.
sola differentia erat acceptio personarum.
Emery Feine Sep 2024
A well-known star who performed on stage
Was soon out-shined by the rest
But she couldn't become one of the common folk
She had to be the best

And in the day, she danced with them
And danced until the night
She would wait until everyone left the theatre
Then dance in her own spotlight

And as she danced from day to night
She wasn't the most elite
So she knew she had to do something bigger
So she wouldn't end in defeat

Even though the dancers did perfect arabesques
And chased after an impossible dream
When the night fell and the curtains closed
She lined the stage in gasoline

So when the sun rose, the dancers walked in
They screamed and knew they could never aspire
To the star on the blazing stage
Beautifully burning to death, surrounded by fire
this is my 76th poem, written on 1/18/24
Nat Lipstadt Sep 2024
to have a human stir, letting awake
flood in, putting unasked long blonde
tresses leavings on your shoulder,
resting head upon the empty crevice
where your shoulder and arm dip,
requiring
filling,

to have a child read you to sleep, a partnership, and awake hours later
his hand cusping your chin, and that
sensation makes an old man go
knee weak
even forty five years
later

despite that the woman left you, claiming
a lack of fufillment?

and that child now a forty five year old man,
has excised you from his life, and doesn’t plan or attending a future funeral,

it is still your **best privilege
8:08am
sep 22  ‘24
Beans Sep 2024
Dear Best Friend that was,
But now have parted away from,
I am here to apologise for
The way I didn’t see your
Pain.

A writer observes does she not,
But yet my efforts have come to naught
To what I could not succeed
Was the task in front of me.
Please.

Dear Best Friend that was,
I'm sorry for the cause
Of you needing to hide away
In a bottle of shame and hidden-
-Lies.

Dear Best Friend that was,
We are not who we were
And I find that even better
So we can know each other
Again.

Dear Best Friends that were
And Best Friends that are
And Best Friends that will
And Best Friend that always will be
Here.

Thank you for Showing
Thank you for your Existing
Thank you for your Knowing
Thank you for your Hidden
Love.
the guilt of not knowing your best friend as well as you thought you did
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