"darnedest" poems
tonight a girl stands on a bridge.
the midsummer breeze dances around her curves.
it begs her to come play.
her heart beats steady.
her gaze is motionless.
the changing air steals a whisper.
"we are moving into the house of Aquarius"
under the bridge a man sleeps.
in a few weeks he'll turn fifty-eight,
but he doesn't know that.
he hasn't had a birthday celebration in years.
he hasn't had anything to celebrate in years.
the bridge is home now.
above him,
a girl is rediscovering herself.
a girl is rediscovering her fear of heights.
she looks 25 light years above her, at Vega.
in a way, she thinks, she is like this star.
she is about midway through her life expectancy,
but her light died a quarter century ago.
the man sleeps soundly.
a smile is spread across his face.
he is dreaming of his dinner,
a footlong sub.
extra olives, just the way he likes it.
it was his first meal in several days
but tonight, his stomach is full.
he has come to like the grease on his face.
it shows he has survived many challenges.
the hardships have only made him wiser.
the girl, she minored in astrology.
she was fifth in her graduating class.
debt lurked deep in her mind.
it polluted her every thought with
reminders that she was not in control.
now, she tries to justify her current position.
on the bridge.
looking out at Lyra, partially hidden by clouds
"nothing I do will matter."
she reconsiders.
she recalls an anecdote she overheard
on the subway, or somewhere:
"when you're dead, you're dead for a looooong time"
she smiles. kids say the darnedest things.
tonight she curses her 'lucky stars'.
nothing the girl does will matter.
tonight she will become a woman.
tonight she will give herself to the wind.
the man will find her in the morning.
the man will chuckle to himself.
"they always make it down here,
one way or another"
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
My father
my lovely, unbreakable father
braved the Iran Iraq war in the 80s
My mother had just given birth to my older sister
and my father was to defend Baghdad, leave behind his beautiful wife and first born to live with missiles and miss the first decade's memories of my sister's existence, withdrawn from his love
He was young
but aware that he would need to survive this battle for 3 and that breaking was not an option
My father
my soldier of a father
had to fight in the frying sun, dirt and blood of his brothers for 3 years until the fighting was done
Iran then held him behind bars for 7 innocent years to stomach stale bread, spoiled soup, to rot his teeth and live inside of his head
My father
my prisoner of a father
learned that only so much pain will turn you numb
turn you to silence
when there's no where to run
My father
my hero of a father
stands today as if a war had never come
My father
my selfless father would rather not bare his stories for they have been buried deeper than the bodies he had to bury
When I asked him if he would watch a documentary called my country my country based in Iraq
he immediately declined saying
"Lay buyun takhren ichmendi"
translated into
"I don't want to remember anything"
how ignorant of me to think that it would be a fun thing to do...
while my poor dad is still wrestling with his memories
trying his darnedest to suffocate them
I'll never know what really happened because he is a vault forevermore
he would not dare burden his little girl with what he endured
that sole fact makes me proud to be my father's daughter
My father
my incredible father could probably write a better poem
yet I could not be more grateful for all the sacrifices he made to give me a life
Hell,
if my dad never made it home
I'd never have made it to tell you
about my father
My perfect father
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
I just murdered someone I adore,
Now I realize, I can’t handle this anymore
Right now, your stuck in my brain
Everyday a pail of tears I gain every pain.
Reminscing those memories made me feel guilty,
But, why did I did that with my own curiousity?
Yes I am crazy because of my mentality.
But right now I want to come to you for infinity.
Am I going to hell for killing someone?
That darnedest things made me my life done.
Yesterday, tomorrow, I’m living with lonliness
Stuck in a room begging for happiness.
In reality, I want a time machine to happen
So that our love can be deepen
I want to say sorry for having you killed
I want those promises to be fulfilled.
Yes, I have my life too regretting,
Everyday I think I am too intimidating
I hope my sorry’s can be acceptable,
But I assume it will never be because of those troubles.
I am aware, that day for you we’re too scary,
Realizing that you have to much injury
Just because of my abnormality
Hatred, guilt, aroused, personality
Our story ends within a seconds
Blood and tears falling, with no response
In this world, where I’ve been,
I just want to rewind all those unseen
At the age of sixteen.
You didn’t know how horrible my story.
So please don’t judge me because of my history.
Right now, so proud of holding a gun.
With you I can start with so much fun
I looked at your eyes, didn’t know how it begun
So please come to me honeybun
Last Phrase — I love you t’ll infinity.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
The time I live in is not what it used to be
Social networking is the new talk
Texting is the new writing
Skype is the new "hello"
In the midst of all of this I'm caught in a parallel of do's and don't
Lies and untold truths
And then I realize these kids are only speaking from what they see
Not from what they actually know
The words they speak is out of vanity
Insanity, really
And it's as if they have lost all sight of communication
Forced to find a new way
Teens find ways other than physical confrontation to get their point across
Whether it's harass or some picture their parents wouldn't approve of
Their words are no longer something spoken
But, something thought of and hoped to be understood
This day and time isn't anything "normal"
But, what is normal anyway?
Their violent words scar the heart of others
The things they say will never actually come out of their mouths
When you think about it, who really speaks anymore?
Kids use everything else to say what they "feel"
When it's not really what they feel at all
Just a disguise to be someone they aren't, but to gain attention in the process.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 11:15 PM UTC
Someone once said,
kids say the darnedest things.
People say we're teaching kids,
but the reality is,
they're teaching us.
I overheard a young child
in the grocery store yesterday.
It was in the check out line.
The young one was tugging
on his mother's sweater & out of
the mouth of that babe I heard,
"Mommy are all people butting in line ********
Everyone turned to look.
"Shhhhhh", she said,
"honey, they might hear you!"
I thought, what the hell,
those kind of people should know better
than to set that kind of example
with small children around!
Someone once said,
kids say the darnedest things.
People say we're teaching kids,
but the reality is,
they're teaching us.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Cuz because the love of parents
should not would not will not lie
nor must not be not ever denied
Be respectful and confide, fearless with truth;
since love itself is mostly
if not only always right
Cuz because our hearts are wise
(Remember be good in kind...)
So then guardians will and trust
and must keep an eye,
though their words are of instruction,
with logic and reason - what if and why,
assist in the up lifting of our futures' minds
Yet remain the reminders of follies before
and guide with guiltless light
Look 'em in the eyes!
Cuz because Love don't lie,
it's alright
let them wander beyond the shore
have 'em ready at the door
say "I love you"
all the while
living anew your wan of life
Keeping in touch
still keeping an eye
cuz because it's never too much
loving wise parents
are allowed to gush...
and to the mindful ascendants
the children we adore
it would be kind to do your darnedest
make us proud
stay true and warmest with every smile
often visit with laughter loud,
And sit and talk for awhile...
Cuz because
our circle is / of Life
wraps itself back around
yes, would be wise to love 'em Now...
Cuz just because.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Awaiting the arrival of a new day, emotions fluctuating ceaselessly. Cross legged on my fortress, I smile and stretch as my mind is full of linguistically witty poetry of Mr. Ohara.
Perhaps tomorrow shall be a brighter day with new promises and feelings that will bring me temporary relief.
Temporary relief seeing as nothing is ever permanent. It's the darnedest thing, isn't it?
The uncertainty of it all.
We learn to accept.
We learn to keep going on.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 4:17 AM UTC
i see through the gap in my teeth
and smile out of the side of my eyes
because when we were supposed to be right
we weren't
and when we were right
we still weren't
i've got eyes in the back of my head
but don't worry
they're blind
just like my mouth doesn't listen
but my ears say the darnedest things
just like
when our minds
weren't right
young folk
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 9:36 AM UTC
Kids say the darnedest things!
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Say kids!
..
Say something cute!
You know
FALL IN LOVE!!
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It is so amusing
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Such suffering!
HA HA
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Kids do the silliest things
Play the weirdest games
Make **** up
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Wallow in it
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Love!
Live it
Don't fall in it !
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Love
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Kids say the darnedest things!
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Who listens?
Other Kids!
They listen
And don't grow up
Too bad
For everyone
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
I walked through a park and found a swing;
Thought of the joy it could bring,
I swung and swung;
Until the cold air in my lungs stung,
I wanted to swing all my worries away;
I was a little kid again gone out to play,
But my worries were not the simplest thing;
I swung until I felt the tears in my eyes sting,
All my dreams seemed to sit there;
What would it be like not to care,
Yet swing after swing I was still not free;
Trapped and stuck is this all I am to be?
I kept swinging back and forth;
Thought of what all this was worth,
And then I thought of the darnedest thing;
As I sat on that swing,
I could always come back tomorrow;
And swing away my sorrow,
A few minutes on this swing;
What joy it will bring...
© okpoet
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
When I was walking
I tripped over the darnedest
Thing
A pile of daisies growing
In the side walk
**** near broke my
Pretty little neck.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC