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Cara D Nov 2013
Twelve ten-sided dice,
I cast with wan, trickster hands.

Two nines, all losses.
The glass was full of hope and promise,
And drinking deep, I learned to live;
What twists and turns led me to linger?
Did not last but a moments glimpse.

I turned to see what weave we've woven,
Looked deep inside my heart and soul,
And every page that turned with reckless,
Abandonment of them too soon began.

What is this thing that life's about,
That keeps us slipping the slippery way?
If all our efforts filled some obscure book,
In the final analysis what did we say?

Before the day had dawned with beauty,
A life's beginning had middled away,
With soon the grayest of all  the graydom,
Came marching us into the grave.
Brent Kincaid Apr 2018
Our beloved Aunt Bertha.
She didn’t see pixies and elves
She saw ******* and jerks
With no obvious perqs!
That's the breaks of being someone
That, all by themselves,
Can have arguments and fights
And even though it wasn’t right
That is who she was, unique;
Immune to other people’s pique,
Surrounded by unseen creeps.

But she loved us kids, she did.
And found us when we hid
And cooked cakes and pies.
The love in her eyes spoke clearly
And nearly bowled me over
Because it was not deluded.
Yes, her quirks intruded on us
But we let her cuss and rail
At invisible fools. Those the rules.
She couldn’t help herself a bit
And that was the end of it.

So, we listened covertly
And overtly smiled at her a lot
Knowing what we had got
Was the dotty aunt they put
In the attic in the old days
In less loving times and ways.
But we loved her and wanted
A place not haunted by wardens,
And nasty nurses robbing purses,
Where she could live her life.

She liked to sing and dance
And every time I got the chance
I danced with her, as thin as a zipper
I guided this middled aged aunt
And when she started to pant
We changed the music to slow
And right back she would go.
She sang the tunes from the war
And more from movies and shows.
Can anyone know how great it is
To share with someone impaired
And know the gift you have shared?
Joanna Oz Jul 2015
One Thousand hands holding
One Thousand suitcases stuffed suffocating
One Thousand costumes and memories tethered to expectations,
One Thousand pieces left behind that
would not pass inspection like
fragments of self and habits to lean on,
One Thousand pairs of waiting eyes wistful and worn and wondering about
One Thousand ways to say goodbye,
One Thousand stories swimming in minds
reasons to stay devouring reasons to depart
parsing apart
One Thousand unfinished thoughts
stacked upon each other as layered
remnants of crumbling towers,
One Thousand coterminous beginnings and endings swallow
One Thousand middled narratives,
the taste of
One Thousand lives flavors the air
circulating in
One Thousand lungs huffing the
breath of
One Thousand neighbors estranged and silent save
One Thousand unsynchronized heartbeats
bleating and bleeding and belching
One Thousand rhythmic intricacies into
One Thousand hands holding
One Thousand suitcases.
Infamous one Nov 2017
He was always respectful of his friends and their situation. He knew his friend had a crush on this girl. He would get involved but would find out from the girl she was not interested in his friend. The plot twist was the girl liked him over his friend. He could not act on her feelings because he was loyal to his friend and she would try to convince him other wise. The friend would be angry because his plan to date her failed. More inferior when the girl told his friend she wasn't interested but did like his friend. Talk about causing conflict over mixed emotions no one acted on. The girl wanted him but he cared for his friend and didn't want to lose a friend. He was in a weird situation, if he went with the girl he lost a friend. But if he stayed loyal to the friend the girl would hate him because she would see it as he had no regards for her feelings.
Trying to find balance and be fair he chose the friend but the friend was bitter and hostile he would bad mouth the loyal friend. Turns out jealous people can't be friends over doing the right thing. He remained alone both the jealous friend and girl no longer engage with him because he would not give into their ways so he left them to figure it out. He figured why be friends with people that make him feel awkward, he leader to make himself happy not look for it in others and being alone is okay rather than being with the wrong crowd.
Luke Gagnon Feb 2014
1
after she gave birth she walked
around the city imagining everyone
glistening, bordered with amniotic grit.

she worried about the dripping,
the wasteful shedding. former parts
of her body flowing into
the city storm drains. everything
reduced to run-off.

she always thought her soul
resided in her ******. now
she wonders if she'll find it
flowing though rusted pipes, swelling
in waves of excrement
and rain water.

2
there's a middled-aged woman sitting
next to her on an airplane.
every woman she sees
feels like her mother.

she wonders how many rooms she's never
been.
how many people she's never
met.

she can see the ripped scarf wrapped desperately
around the woman's head.
it's always the broken
who hold the universe in
place.

3
when i speak of my body's life
i know where it comes from.
how it exists now. i don't know
what it will
produce.

i'm still wondering if
a family can
break. or if it just
evaporates like water
into someone's exhale.

i'll never know
where the condensation lands.
perhaps i'll be a father
to a million different things.
Big Virge Nov 2020
Ya Know......

These Days I’m MORE Discerning....
When Studying My Learnings...

of How Some Minds Be Working...

Because To Me...
It’s Quite DISTURBING... !!!!!!

From TWERKING To Jerking...
Most Now Seem QUITE CERTAIN.... !!!

That SWITCH LANE Type FLIRTING...
Is Just A... NEW VERSION...
of ****** Type YEARNINGS... !!!!

Well These Days I’m Smirking...
From Things I’m OBSERVING...

Cos’ I’m MORE of A THINKER...
Than Those Who Wear BLINKERS... !!!!

And These Days TOO MANY... !!!
Are CLEARLY... UnSteaDy... !!!
And Seem To Be READY...
To... ARGUE Their Point...
Like Some Kind of OINK... !?!

By This I Mean... WELL...
Heads That Now SWELL...
With Thinking That Dwells...

Somewhere... UNWELL... !!!
And I DON’T MEAN Hell... !!!

Somewhere MUCH WORSE.... !!!!!
Because Their Heads HURT... !!!

From Thought Waves That SMELL...
of Somewhere Where THINKING...
Is CLEARLY Left... SINKing... !!!!!

... TITANICALLY TRAGIC.... !!!
And Harrison... " FRANTIC "... !!!

These Heads FOR SURE...
Just... CANNOT Afford... !!!
To Let Their Thoughts RUN...
Because Their Blades CUT...
Like Their Thinking Is DUMB... !!!

FINITE Like Tom Thumb... !!!!!
And FILLED With ***’... !!!!!
... BASTARDISED Sons...
CHIMPS With NO CHUMS... !!!

Whose Thinking Functions...
Up On... HIGHER LEVELS... !!!
Than These Thoughtless Devils... !!!

But TRUTH Is... THESE Heads...
Even HADES... REJECTS... !!!

Because Their DEFECTS....
Would CLEARLY INFECT...
... “ IGNORAMUSES “... !!!!!!

HOLD UP And Just... CHECK...
… What It Is I Just Said... !!!

If They’d INFECT THEM... ?!?
Then They’ve Got REAL PROBLEMS... !!!!!

BELIEVE IT Hell Yeah.... !!!!!!

You See THINKERS Present...
..... BETTER Arguments..... !!!

And Therefore RESPECT...
Is Something THEY GET... !!!!!

But NOT FROM These Plebs...
Whose Thoughts Bring DISTRESS...
To Them In Their Beds... !!!

And Cause Their Heads STRESS... !!!
Like Headz That Are... “ METAL “...

When They DROP Instrumentals...
Where Vessels Go MENTAL... !!!!

UNStaBLe... And UNABLE...
To Sit At Round Tables...
Where Rhymes Are Designed...
By Knights of DARK TYPES... !!!!!

Whose Mind’s ALWAYS PRIMED...
For THINKING To... SHINE... !!!

That BLINDS CRIMINAL Minds... !!!
CRIMINAL... “ Thinkers “...
Whose Blinkers Wear BLINKERS... ?

You See When You THINK...
You... DISMISS Weak Links...
And The Need To See Shrinks... !!!

Because You DEFINE...
A Mind LESS Inclined...
To Let Your Weak Side...
OVERRIDE How Your Life....
Is Shaped And Designed...

MY MIND Like Dark Knights...
Is... ALWAYS Inclined...
To Be On The RISE... !!!!!!

So DEFIES Those Whose Minds...
Hold Thoughts That Make STANDS...
Where IGNORANCE Lands... !!!

BELIEVE... I’m THAT MAN... !!!!!!
With BATMAN Type Vibes... !!!

My Thinking You’ll Find...
Delivers TIGHT Rhymes... !!!
That PROVE I DON’T LIE... !!!!!!

My Thinking DENIES...
DECEIT From It's Tries...
To POLLUTE My Mind...
With Thinking That’s TRITE... !!!!!

And Speaking In Riddles...
That TRY TO.... “ Belittle “....
Thinking That’s MIDDLED...
Like A Viv Richards SIX... !!!!!!

You See I FLIP SCRIPTS...
With Thinking Like THIS... !!!

And CLEARLY FLIP Heads...
When Thoughts I EXPRESS...
Leaves Their Thinking FOR DEAD... !!!

Cos’ My Thinking DIVESTS....
Like Bullets Do VESTS.... !!!!!!!!

With... HEAVY ARTILLERY... !!!
That RUPTURES CAPILLARIES... !!!!!

So You See My Mentality...
Will NOT COURT Insanity... !!!

And CALAMITIES GLADLY...
I BYPASS Like Bradley... !!!...
Cos’... LIMITLESS Thinking...
ENSURES That I’m WINNING... !!!
While Others Are SINNING... !!!

From End To BEGINNING...
So Are... Mentally Sinking............

INTO.... “ The Mire “....
of STRINGER BELLS... WIRED... !!!!!
To Be Soon RETIRED... !!!

Like... “ Spensers’ For Hire “... !!!!!!
When Facing The FIRE...
of Truth Cos’ They’re LIARS... !!!

Whose Thoughts DEFINE FAKE... !!!
Because of Their Ways...
And How They Relate... !!!!!

Through Things That They SAY...

It’s TRUE Nowadays... !!!!!
From OLD HEADS To YOUNG...
It’s CLEAR That Some Humans...
Have SADLY... Become...

A BREED Who Wear BLINKERS...
Who Are MOSTLY... NOT...

..... “ Thinkers “.....
We could probably do with a fresh breed of them right about now ....
I have understood my mother in the present weather.
Her colourless, toothless, though contended a smile
Naif, fair, with dappled on face,
Age and height middled
Beautiful, my ‘maa’ she was.

In winter, she caught the ability to forget,
Forget her past, her present.... future-
Everything, but not everything, not me.
I was the nectar if bee she was,
I was the light if shadow was she.

My grey haired mother forgot her grey,
       Grey haired days.
I have seen her cry, when the hell freezes over,
Weep, wrinkle or beam.
I saw her mewl once, in asylum.
Her cry aired her yen, for a
             Monosyllabic moniker ‘maa’
I.... I couldn’t verbalize my core-
I couldn’t address her ‘maa'.

My gratification and vanity eclipsed
My inner voice.
My lips couldn’t move
I never called her, never needed to....
Perpetrator, her overflowing a chalice of love-
Always knew what I needed.

That day, my heart pricked,
                  My maw itched,
         But.... my lips ******.
There she lies wrinkled now ,
Fairer than she was
Brighter than she ever could be
Most beautiful I ever saw.

Her obnoxious soapy miasma pacified me now,
Her perturbing din of needle sticks lulls me,
The absence of her ceaseless mag haunts me now.

I never understood her presence in her presence;
             But now absence absence.
Hour remembers her no more
Nor she me in the last days....

I have understood her now....
Or
Have I understood her yet?
When our loved ones leave unexpectedly, then we remember our morely regret the moments or mistakes which could have been better and more absorbing if we would have been a bit more careful. We even start to miss which we disliked the most about that person.  I wrote poems doing the pen in my own blood. Please read first and let me know your valuable comments.
Big Virge Apr 2020
My Developments Have Come ...
From ... A LOT of Stuff ... !!!

Mum And Dad For One ...
At Number Two Has Been Being A Dude ...
Who Doesn’t Run From TRUTH ...

Number Three Has Been All The Things I’ve Seen ...
From Being A Teen With Cricketing Dreams ...
of Being In Teams Seen On TV Screens ...

To Others That Showed ...
Where I ... Should NOT GO ... !!!

But Such Dreams Went As I Became A Gent ...
Who Developed A Love For Writing Poems ...

That Beat Like Drums ...
Or A Heart That Pumps A WARRIORS’ Blood ... !!!
Because I Have Developed A Style That’s TOUGH ... !!!

Or As Bajans’ Say ... " HARD " ... !!!
Because I Mark Cards With The Verse I Impart ...
That’s Lyrically CHARGED Like An F1 Car ...

Technically Developed To Operate With Venom ...
That’s RIGHT Like E Said From The ... CEREBELLUM ... !!!

Developed And ENVELOPED Like A Chillum ...
By Craftsmanship ESSENTIAL ....
To ... Developing My Mental ...
To Levels Where I Revel When Utilising Pencil ...

Well Now ......
Keyboard And Pen When Developing POEMS ...
That Show Just How Developments ...
Have Helped Me Grow With STRENGTH ... !!!

That Stem From How My Head ...
Has Thoughts Developed ... YES ...

Thinking That’s Been CENTRED ...
Or Middled Like A Six ...
Just Like Those That Were ... HIT ...

By YES The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!!

It’s Thinking Just Like THIS That Helps Develop SCRIPTS ...
of Well Developed Lyrics That Twist Just Like Those TWISTERS ...

And ALL THIS Government ... " SPIN " ... !!!

From Doctors Who Plot To Corrupt The Lot
of Those Below ... Their Budget Thresholds ...

So Now Their Medicine’s Making People ... SICK ... !!!!!
So Let Me CLARIFY QUICK That My Usage of Lyrics ...
Is Developed BEYOND Tricks And ALL THEIR Politics ...

So Is FAR FROM Being Pubescent .......
It’s More Like An Ancient Remnant ...
of Something PURE And Sentient ... !!!

It’s Relevant And Intelligent ...
So REJECTS Being ... PETULANT ... !!!!

And LASTLY ... It’s A TESTAMENT ...
To What I’ve Made ... PREEMINENT ... !!!

My Embracing ...

STRONG ...

...... “ Developments “ .....
LISTEN HERE :

https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/developments/s-s60Xo

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