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abecedarian Jan 2015
Masters of the Universe,
tender me thy resignation,
if but for
a day,
a millennia,
no matter how measured,
any being,
you, purported supreme
or otherwise,
are tired in ways
hard to comprehend

tender me
thy responsibilities and dilemmas,
have studied your resignations,
solutions that provide no resolution...

I can do better.


not obligated by parenthood,
rules of randomness superimposed,
all I got is human kindness
the eyesight that
colors kindness,
tolerates no injustice,
milky white light,
no longer recognize

"there for the grace of God
go you and I"

have no name,
but if you need one for me,
call me
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2013
A true story of a chance gathering of strangers in the back room of a Gelato Parlor *** restaurant, two years ago, in a little village near the bay, on a land surrounded by vineyards. Come visit.

Gelato Nation

There is a place,
location secret,
mine to keep,
mine with which
you to tease,
make you envious,
a back room 'office'
jealous guarded
by a barkeep,
whose chosen invites sweeps
you into a reality that is
what you will it to be.

But nota bene, note well,
remembrances of things swell
from your past be the
only tongue spoken here.  

Code word entry only,
a shared whisper.
Perhaps One Woman,
may reveal its pleasures,
if she so chooses,
which are:

gelato laughs, poetry snaps,
Beatle songs sung ensemble,
by rag tag strangers
self-collected accidentally,
sung de rigeur off key
by voices lubricated by
cognac, laughter, and
the coldest of white wines,
issue of the very soil
upon which we sit.  

Words to value properly,
not in my possess to capture
the few moments in time when;

Strangers transform themselves
into a triple A nation united,
that will never be
S&P; downgraded.

A holy alliance
celebrating July 4th
all night long,
all participants
signatory witnesses to
its gelato conception,
as well as pallbearers
to its last drink dissolution,
the fullness of its lifetime
a vintage of a few hours extant,
a vintage, once drunk, is
a history, forever gone.

Mixologists please record:

One playwright, a psychologist, bond trader and a social scientist
with a dash of museum director,
and do not forget the
Hundred Year Old Woman,
whose Dowager Princess Daughter
(she, a mere eighty)'
from Central Park West
clarifies all of life dilemmas with
the singular analytical tool of:

But is it good for the Jews?

But t'is the barkeep
who is the leavening
in this evenings human
pastry-petrie dish.

He makes the pastiche,        
the ions of personalities,
coalesce best,
guitar strummer,
singer of songs that were our
multiple national anthems
when we were pseudo-rebels
starting out on our
long and winding roads.  

Long the King of the Keep!
Long live the memory of our
Gelato Nation,
may it stay sweet in
our antique collection of
the best moments of
our intersecting lives.

July 2011
You couldn't make this stuff was an Amerian moment....Frank the owner instigator passed away in 2019.  we  take the grandkids to his gelato place very time they visit
Joie Yin Oct 2018
When I was nine
I went to school
Enjoyed hurdle race
Laughed often
Yet to have goals
Love my family.

When I was nineteen
I stuggled in studies
Friendship dilemmas
Laughed lesser
Set to work on aims
Began to love life.

When I am twenty-nine
I have embraced life
And my own shortcomings
Smile more
Let life flow as it is
Love humanity.
Joie Yin
TimmyG May 2019

The universe controls our lives in ways we cannot fathom, the intricacies of the stars can draw peoples lives together.

Feelings, emotions and wanting answers heighten our cycle of life what could what may is what makes existence exciting.

Intuition, dilemmas and mystic powers entwine our minds and motives, stimulates our dreams at night as we slumber.

Aspersions future goals we contemplate and hope, pray that maybe just for today our lives may intertwine in thoughts.

Fate is a force that can include passion, desire and warmth that are hard to explain but reassured that feelings are real that just won’t go away.

have you been
i guess not,
for your attention
in my poem
could tell
sorry if this nurse
took so long
in finding
the perfect words
to cure
your soul
strip your clothes
stand at the mirror
gaze at the
creature with
the foggy figure
a sinkhole
in those eyes
and a temporary
stitch whenever
you would
the collarbone
which hides,
suffocates from the
blanket of skin
sickening lies
it penetrated
corrupted your mind
ignored the
fact and just
the beast
will **** you,
don't find
it ****
the chaos is screaming
later on
you'll be
i know how
a reflection
you lost yourself
you lost you
it's like
having a stray cat
beneath your
a wandering stranger
sails from
the memories
of truth
overflowing blood
your dilemmas
it mimicked the
fire of hell
in those
the greatest harm
you'll ever
cause you
but why a
and not a
listen here,
you are your
the cure and the pain,
which decision
will define?
all i can
say is,
save yourself
from death,
it hasn't
deseved you yet
go ahead
and fight your
way to life
I suffered from these issues. And I don't have to wait to heal completely so i could serve my people.
Steven Cole Apr 2019
I would write a popular poem
But I can't please everyone
So I'll write the thoughts that come to mind
Hoping as I write that I will find
The purpose of my expression
That understanding may indeed be won
It's funny how one can make decisions
Based on 'facts' one has on hand
When not all things are as they appear to be
Do we truly understand?
Feelings can be right at times
And are handy to keep in store
Though it is an art to know which ones to listen to
And which ones to just ignore
It is also a great skill to see the big picture
In every circumstance
That the reason for our dilemmas
And why we're here
In each situation is not
By chance
Misconceptions and misperceptions
Are like sleep to the narcoleptic
They can overtake us too easily
And turn us into skeptics
Open-mindedness is key
To the right degree
Combined with humility
That perceives the possibilities
And besides all this, we simply cannot miss
The jewel to keep in the safe of the heart
A mother of knowledge and virtue
From which we must never depart
Though we never find all the answers
We seek from the complications of life
Mercy and Truth will be our light and compass
To help us live out, to the best of our ability
All that we know is right
Squid Jan 8
Because of the departure of one person, I have decided to isolate myself
I am not alone
Yet I have decided to be
It feels better
To be alone
And dwell on things that should have no meaning
To lurk near the presence of one I am better off forgetting
I could seek the council of those I hold dear for support
But I am afraid I have troubled them too often with dilemmas like this
And truly
It is no dilemma
But merely me gripping onto what I have lost for the second time
jus Sep 2019
my friends will one day wake up to a sunrise that will no longer bother them.

they will open their eyes to a new beginning -- not to a storm masquerading as sunrise, not to repetitive death masquerading as new life. they will wake up when the world has finally woken up,outside of its shell. to promises that exist. to less ******* like the men they once dealt with, like the people they once longed to live a future around them.

my friends will no longer cry about the despair of their disruptive past. they will laugh over it and drink, and then cry to another set of dilemmas they hold, but at least not the ones that put them on the line and held them down. they will be in battles where they are certain they will succeed. not in wars that will leave them bloodied, with weapons that past lovers have wielded against them. by their own feet and their heavy yet graceful movement, they are bound to win.

my friends deserve to bleed by fighting for themselves, covering their faces in red blood that looked like wine; let them bleed by fighting their own weaknesses and encouraging their own strengths. not by picking on their scabs that were present since they opened themselves out aggressively, hoping that you would listen. but instead you ripped out an even bigger part of them, causing all the blood to ooze from various places, losing themselves in the abyss. they ask me "how do they sleep peacefully at the nights when i chose to **** my mind?" and i am left dumbfounded. i knew them for being so strong-willed, so independent, so fearless. all it took them was a dull, naive, little boy that failed to see the entire strength my friends possessed.

my friends deserve to live. they deserve to walk as they are on this earth. yes, they deserve to be talked to. no, they don't deserve to be talked down. yes, they deserve love in any forms possible. no, they don't deserve to change their bodies into forms you desire, ones that are impossible. ones that are never normal. and still use them to captivate your inner pleasures. and dismiss them so easily after the night has gone away. if you respect and love me as a human, then show the same energy to my friends. my friends deserve me, just as much as i deserve them.

my friends will one day sleep peacefully like you. whether by themselves or with a lover's warmth.

they will make it, and i will always love them.
jul Nov 2019
these cracks on my phone screen are starting to cause minor dilemmas for a major ill tempered woman.
i smiled to the night sky and let a milky voice ease my nightmares.
i feel my soul pour out of the scabs of my skin and glimmer as if it were its last breath.

keep me warm
with your hands around my neck
or a sweater of yours,
whichever you prefer.
i’ll trace the places we’ve been on your arm and remember a fate,
love, it must be in your pretty veins,
*** is on fire.

flashes of roses fly around my head
in a rushing manner but the world does not see your smile.
and i am lost within two thousand lost souls, including yours,
but i feel your hands and i feel safe.

love tell me a secret.
how long will i sink in an abyss of confusion?
well i guess i’m a bit silly for that question, but that means you are too.
let me rise above the god forbidden clouds and transpire like castles in tiny village.
Travis Green Jun 2019
I have heard that being
a homosexual comes
with a price, a jumbled
diction drifting into deep
dilemmas and trembling
domains.  I have heard
that the world will see
you differently and try
to ostracize your existence.
I have heard that a real man
is molded from hard blazing
bricks, built from the deepest
bridges of brilliant artistry.
To be a strong man and live
in this world, one must cast
out any temptations that
conflict with your true creation,
one must channel every fiber
of their platform into an
astonishing mansion made
from the toughest bricks
unknown to mankind.
But I am here as a gay
man living the language
of love, embracing the
circle of life, the colorful
depictions encompassing
me, bright purple shadows
beside my light, the horizon
of clouds above my canvas.
I am closer to my truth and
understand the rhythm
of every awakening wave –
the upbeat trees twirling
in thrilling tranquility, fragrant
flowers beaming in bright
designs, city streets a captivating
sensation of amazing fascinations.
Robert Rittel Nov 2019
The Sanskrit ancient text on making love,
the seductive motions to reach bliss from all above.
Rhymes and verses revealing hundredfold suggestions,
the divinity of making love and no more questions.
This poetical sentiment of romance is the immortal ‘halo’, shinning bright,
natures law versus societies moral dilemma, how to get it right.
Fragile emotions and receptive speculations in consideration,
the intimacy of values creating trust and emotional liberation.
Those ****** description should never be followed blindly,
the tantra book of ecstasy need be taken kindly.
Mental foreplay as creative imagination,
playful possibilities in reservation.
Those perceptual faculties have its reasons for sure,
energizing the elements of fire to alter the physical body, much to endure.
Consider the energy of fire as troublesome and dangerous,
causing conflict and even injuries as cause.
The causal body holds the underlying will and motivation,
the inherited vital potential by heart contemplation.
A change of thought and intention creates a different attribute,
a free flow of intellectual attitude.
The vital energy of fire is the preserver of health,
establishing resistance to disease as wealth.
Those who can control the ****** fire energy,
have the ability to manipulate the kundalini.
The popular Yoga evolution show all possibilities,
colorful blending to natures peaceful gentleness.
The wise person by the power of will,
refines healing properties to a skill.
By giving the spark of fire,
the right intentions to admire.
That the gentle act of intimacy is a sacred sphere,
in which the mental fireworks should be given the credit they deserve.
Happy endings are the in-ul-timate, of the story,
and moral dilemmas have lost all its worry.
zee Dec 2019
and I can't sleep
my mind's been diving ocean deep
I just want to rest
but these thoughts are doing their best
to make me stay awake all through the night
could I still make things right?
I guess I would miss my flight back to neverland—
an escape to reality 'cause they
couldn't understand
oh, could you please take me back to the place
where I could retrace the mistakes I've made
hope you'll be on time 'cause I do really tried and now,
I'm tired
marvin m brato Oct 2018
Family is a basic unit in society
created through love and integrity
nowadays families are breaking apart
one can predicts the demise of such part.

Family today is loaded with adversities
frustrations emanate from social difficulties
lack of job security, or single-parent dilemmas
imminent divorce breaks troubled families in mass.

The origin of marriage had exalted family union
the Creator of humanity declared such dominion
'What God has put together let no man put asunder'
humans were created to glorify the Creator yonder.

God had brought Adam and Eve in harmony
'husband and wife should stick in matrimony
the pursuit of life-styles violate the holy accord
tainting the standard set by the Almighty Lord!

Greed for material things are the worse single threat
to family life because it gets in destroys relationships
drains most family of quality time, and innate camaraderie
if only God is made the center in the family there shall glory!

— The End —