"ratrace" poems - Hello Poetry

running, running closed doors where to now searching for a way some how give me answers, don't know how or what or where or when but hope that somehow somebody, help me please? can't you see I'm incomplete looking, knocking should i be copying ratrace or embrace discipline or a waste? could it be you just want me to give up shut up look up get up or down on my knees saying Jesus please no one else can appease or set my spirit at ease I give this situation to you only your hands can hold it only you can shape it, make it into what you desire i am merely clay surrendering this day wishing the old flesh away Lord come and make me ok or at least the way i should be I give up and I give you all that I am take me and teach me and lead me into your way everlasting

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Nov 26, 2014

Nov 26, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC

chandre

I give up

running, running closed doors where to now searching for a way some how give me answers, don't know how or what or where or when but hope that somehow somebody, help me please? can't you see I'm incomplete looking, knocking should i be copying ratrace or embrace discipline or a waste? could it be you just want me to give up shut up look up get up or down on my knees saying Jesus please no one else can appease or set my spirit at ease I give this situation to you only your hands can hold it only you can shape it, make it into what you desire i am merely clay surrendering this day wishing the old flesh away Lord come and make me ok or at least the way i should be I give up and I give you all that I am take me and teach me and lead me into your way everlasting

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oh' where did those days go those enid blyton days when my greatest wish was to be jo, from the famous five.... those long and glorious summerdays.... of sunshine and youth. when bikes and fresh air whipping past your face, was way more.... important, than winning the ratrace. when the local creek was the multiplex, with so many different worlds on show .... at each new bend of the winding, water slow. when life was a beach and living was carefree.. those days of watermelon slices and orange icee's backyard cricket.... belt it over the fence for a six and out!!! bbq'd sausages, smothered in onions and tomato sauce.... slapped on a slice, of good white bread, sufficed as dinner. with a salad of course, (if quick the salad could be served surreptisiouly to the local wildlife with a slip and tilt of the paper plate) if lucky, strawberries and icecream to follow. oh' those were the days, simpler than most... when the biggest difficulty was in ,cadging one more hour, before sleeping at night. one more chapter, (perhaps, even two) of adventuring with the famous five, before sleeping.... under the security of youth...

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC

betterdays

those were the days

oh' where did those days go those enid blyton days when my greatest wish was to be jo, from the famous five.... those long and glorious summerdays.... of sunshine and youth. when bikes and fresh air whipping past your face, was way more.... important, than winning the ratrace. when the local creek was the multiplex, with so many different worlds on show .... at each new bend of the winding, water slow. when life was a beach and living was carefree.. those days of watermelon slices and orange icee's backyard cricket.... belt it over the fence for a six and out!!! bbq'd sausages, smothered in onions and tomato sauce.... slapped on a slice, of good white bread, sufficed as dinner. with a salad of course, (if quick the salad could be served surreptisiouly to the local wildlife with a slip and tilt of the paper plate) if lucky, strawberries and icecream to follow. oh' those were the days, simpler than most... when the biggest difficulty was in ,cadging one more hour, before sleeping at night. one more chapter, (perhaps, even two) of adventuring with the famous five, before sleeping.... under the security of youth...

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Let's all climb aboard the freedom bus and leave this mad ratrace world We will build a new world at the oceans edge free from all worries and cares No more petrol pollution or ***** grey streets, no more tasteless plastic wrapped food A new world of freedom, fresh air and fresh food, a world so clean and so good If you want to be part of this brave new world then climb on the freedom bus now Say goodbye to this mad ratrace world, say goodbye to your worries and cares Say goodbye to your ***** grey streets, board the bus for your freedom is here

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Jan 4, 2014

Jan 4, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC

joe-cole

The Freedom Bus

Let's all climb aboard the freedom bus and leave this mad ratrace world We will build a new world at the oceans edge free from all worries and cares No more petrol pollution or ***** grey streets, no more tasteless plastic wrapped food A new world of freedom, fresh air and fresh food, a world so clean and so good If you want to be part of this brave new world then climb on the freedom bus now Say goodbye to this mad ratrace world, say goodbye to your worries and cares Say goodbye to your ***** grey streets, board the bus for your freedom is here

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And so on Tuesday morning I'm going to once more close the door Me and Mollie dog are going to say goodbye For a few sweet days in the woods Days to sit and think beside a flickering log fire Days spent in silence but for the sound of the birds the breeze rustling in the leaves A time to gather my thoughts A time to sit and write...In daylight Come the sinking of the sun out there to the west That then is the time I probably love the best I will sit and read the stories in the flickering of the flames Think about tomorrow and the words that I will pen Yes, yes I will write of the things that I have seen, done The reason for my being here Why I left the world behind Will I miss them? Internet, tv, microwave and shower No, I wont miss them Come early morning bleary eyed a cold dip in the stream A few small logs on last nights fire then watch the kettle steam And while the world is yet asleep I'll have eggs and bacon in the pan How can I not sit in the splendour of this oh so pleasant land In the background my hifi plays the music I love to hear Hifi!!! No, its the singing of the birds And so me and the Mollie dog do sit In our tranquil retreat you can live in your ratrace world For me life is oh so sweet

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Jun 28, 2014

Jun 28, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC

joe-cole

Come And Join Me

And so on Tuesday morning I'm going to once more close the door Me and Mollie dog are going to say goodbye For a few sweet days in the woods Days to sit and think beside a flickering log fire Days spent in silence but for the sound of the birds the breeze rustling in the leaves A time to gather my thoughts A time to sit and write...In daylight Come the sinking of the sun out there to the west That then is the time I probably love the best I will sit and read the stories in the flickering of the flames Think about tomorrow and the words that I will pen Yes, yes I will write of the things that I have seen, done The reason for my being here Why I left the world behind Will I miss them? Internet, tv, microwave and shower No, I wont miss them Come early morning bleary eyed a cold dip in the stream A few small logs on last nights fire then watch the kettle steam And while the world is yet asleep I'll have eggs and bacon in the pan How can I not sit in the splendour of this oh so pleasant land In the background my hifi plays the music I love to hear Hifi!!! No, its the singing of the birds And so me and the Mollie dog do sit In our tranquil retreat you can live in your ratrace world For me life is oh so sweet

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Goodbye never felt so sweet like yellow suns morphing into pink Man, life is like a beautiful sunset Or kissing someone you love During the soft magical creamy light of the dawn But I know, boy do I know That sometimes life has those days Where it seems like all the colors have been drained From the flowers, from the birds, the grass, the sun On days when you feel like the blistery night is Most relatable When the moon barely shines When you feel like you tread this world alone With tears streaming down from your eyes But those days, As deep down as they reach Don't have a long trajectory It's just, well, I know that you are really strong I mean, I know I don't know you So you're shaking your head right now And you're like, **** you ****** With your inspirational **** I mean, I know Sometimes I overdo the sentimental But I've been down in the pit too, okay And some days I am just literally amazed That I'm still living, breathing, existing In this flesh body I just didn't give up Well, sometimes I didn't give up simply Because I was too scared to hurt myself But I've learned so much, I've grown so much I'm different now And I'm not sure if I'm happy about that or not Or just, well, indifferent But I am happy to be alive I guess I'm just more spiritual now I really liked Taoism when I learned about it In summer school for ninth grade history You just go with the flow And see where life takes you No journeys, No destinations You just lay back And enjoy Disconnect from the ratrace Living from a place of infinite grace.

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Jun 6, 2018

Jun 6, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC

seariver

Infinite Grace

Goodbye never felt so sweet like yellow suns morphing into pink Man, life is like a beautiful sunset Or kissing someone you love During the soft magical creamy light of the dawn But I know, boy do I know That sometimes life has those days Where it seems like all the colors have been drained From the flowers, from the birds, the grass, the sun On days when you feel like the blistery night is Most relatable When the moon barely shines When you feel like you tread this world alone With tears streaming down from your eyes But those days, As deep down as they reach Don't have a long trajectory It's just, well, I know that you are really strong I mean, I know I don't know you So you're shaking your head right now And you're like, **** you ****** With your inspirational **** I mean, I know Sometimes I overdo the sentimental But I've been down in the pit too, okay And some days I am just literally amazed That I'm still living, breathing, existing In this flesh body I just didn't give up Well, sometimes I didn't give up simply Because I was too scared to hurt myself But I've learned so much, I've grown so much I'm different now And I'm not sure if I'm happy about that or not Or just, well, indifferent But I am happy to be alive I guess I'm just more spiritual now I really liked Taoism when I learned about it In summer school for ninth grade history You just go with the flow And see where life takes you No journeys, No destinations You just lay back And enjoy Disconnect from the ratrace Living from a place of infinite grace.

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a bottle of merlot, half-empty a board of chess, halfway through chamber of a vintage colt, half-loaded all lay before me yet i stare at the clock intoxicated. exhausted. for me, peace does not come dropping slow. some lay awake as they are in love. madly so- she on him, praying that they never fall apart. He on michelangelo longing to touch god in fingertips. goodnight, mr. and ms. valentine and all the ships at sea. some stay awake because they work. desperately so- for they have a lifetime of ratrace to attend to. trapped in an eternity of mediocre intellectual confusion. goodnight, mr. and ms. toiler and all the ships at sea. some cry awake the whole night. surprisingly so- were they not "schooled" properly? does she not know- "nothing lasts forever." does he not know- "boys don't cry." goodnight, mr. and ms. dolor and all the ships at sea. my companion is bored. "who, then, sleeps in peace?" time to show her the ships anchored. we go outside in the mist and walk with ease. and stop at the bend of the street where a vagabond sleeps barefeet.

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Mar 20, 2018

Mar 20, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC

heron-blue

insomnia

a bottle of merlot, half-empty a board of chess, halfway through chamber of a vintage colt, half-loaded all lay before me yet i stare at the clock intoxicated. exhausted. for me, peace does not come dropping slow. some lay awake as they are in love. madly so- she on him, praying that they never fall apart. He on michelangelo longing to touch god in fingertips. goodnight, mr. and ms. valentine and all the ships at sea. some stay awake because they work. desperately so- for they have a lifetime of ratrace to attend to. trapped in an eternity of mediocre intellectual confusion. goodnight, mr. and ms. toiler and all the ships at sea. some cry awake the whole night. surprisingly so- were they not "schooled" properly? does she not know- "nothing lasts forever." does he not know- "boys don't cry." goodnight, mr. and ms. dolor and all the ships at sea. my companion is bored. "who, then, sleeps in peace?" time to show her the ships anchored. we go outside in the mist and walk with ease. and stop at the bend of the street where a vagabond sleeps barefeet.

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