Submissions by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just an average dude expressing my views.
FAMILY TIES
Today you would've been sixty-four
Such a short stay and length of tour
COVID's roar took your last breath away
Now you're not here to celebrate today
And Unc may be headed your way too
Hoping there's a way that he'll pull through
Nothing else I can do to effect the outcome
Done the math but don't won't to accept the sum
Gotta come to grips; accepting what I can not change
Discerning with wisdom even when it pangs
Seeking some loose change of mental serenity
To strengthen me and the extended family
Such a short stay and length of tour
COVID's roar took your last breath away
Now you're not here to celebrate today
And Unc may be headed your way too
Hoping there's a way that he'll pull through
Nothing else I can do to effect the outcome
Done the math but don't won't to accept the sum
Gotta come to grips; accepting what I can not change
Discerning with wisdom even when it pangs
Seeking some loose change of mental serenity
To strengthen me and the extended family
#death
#family
#heartbroken #LifeStruggles
#heartbroken #LifeStruggles
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CAPSIZED
I wish the waters never rippled or crippled our relationship
Heartaches and pains were the cause of our capsized ship
Your wig flipped, my wig flipped, then our trips together ceased
Still waters never created great Sailors but at least there's peace
You're decease and I release my emotions with these poems
Tightening down the hatches for these incessant storms
The norms of the past have been blast to another stratosphere
But I'm still here as the captain of my soul as I continue to steer
Heartaches and pains were the cause of our capsized ship
Your wig flipped, my wig flipped, then our trips together ceased
Still waters never created great Sailors but at least there's peace
You're decease and I release my emotions with these poems
Tightening down the hatches for these incessant storms
The norms of the past have been blast to another stratosphere
But I'm still here as the captain of my soul as I continue to steer
#healing
#heartbroken
#love #mother
#love #mother
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A BAKER'S HAND
He's been relentlessly searching for his missing rib
Seeking a playmate with whom he can share his crib
To have some kids; turning his house into a home
For what does it profit him to gain the world but to be alone
Man's not created to be alone with a heart full of love
So he remains in the ring looking for his other glove
Going above and beyond while dodging haymakers
Hoping to find a knock out who's ready to be a homemaker
A baker with a hand in knead (need) of a symbolic covenant
One who's been waiting, praying and conveying her...
Seeking a playmate with whom he can share his crib
To have some kids; turning his house into a home
For what does it profit him to gain the world but to be alone
Man's not created to be alone with a heart full of love
So he remains in the ring looking for his other glove
Going above and beyond while dodging haymakers
Hoping to find a knock out who's ready to be a homemaker
A baker with a hand in knead (need) of a symbolic covenant
One who's been waiting, praying and conveying her...
#love
#marriage
#relationships
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CHISELS & SHOVELS
Still counting the oscillating figures
Cause some blue men have hairy triggers
Sanctioned hitters for the States
Increasing at astronomical rates
Other's will debate this validity
Funny thing is, none look like me
We don't see out of the same orbitals
They always foresee it as justifiable
That fact's more reliable than a Sunrise
Dead men tell no tales nor open any eyes
Therein lies the rub-a-dub-dub historically
It's the same old song like rhymes from nurseries
Repeat after me; "I feared for my...
Cause some blue men have hairy triggers
Sanctioned hitters for the States
Increasing at astronomical rates
Other's will debate this validity
Funny thing is, none look like me
We don't see out of the same orbitals
They always foresee it as justifiable
That fact's more reliable than a Sunrise
Dead men tell no tales nor open any eyes
Therein lies the rub-a-dub-dub historically
It's the same old song like rhymes from nurseries
Repeat after me; "I feared for my...
#death
#devil
#God
#LifeStruggles
#violence
68 reads
2 Comments
ALL CRIED OUT
Wanna cry but my lacrimals are in a drought
The rivers have run deep along my bumpy routes
Bouts put heavy weights upon my weary shoulders
But they've helped to create this illimitable Soldier
Pain has been soldered into crevices of my mental
Happiness comes and goes like it's just a daily rental
Like an irregular cycle of mental menstruation
Whose unimpeded flow leads to fights against depression
Anger, frustration, and a slew of blue emotions
Tsunamis of rage from the depths of murky oceans
Improved the elocution of...
The rivers have run deep along my bumpy routes
Bouts put heavy weights upon my weary shoulders
But they've helped to create this illimitable Soldier
Pain has been soldered into crevices of my mental
Happiness comes and goes like it's just a daily rental
Like an irregular cycle of mental menstruation
Whose unimpeded flow leads to fights against depression
Anger, frustration, and a slew of blue emotions
Tsunamis of rage from the depths of murky oceans
Improved the elocution of...
#hurt
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Puns, Guns, & Raising Suns
An Army of one without packing a gun
Instead of eclipsing, I'd rather raise Suns
A creative pun spun in just the write way
Is like a million in one guns aiming to spray
Both used to convey and relay messages
Pay attention to the captions of the images
Taking pilgrimages within via introspection
Escaping life's battefields for recuperation
A resurrection of motivation to continue to march
After living a life of service like the Golden arches
Cause stopwatches have no impact on the progression of time
I pause for the...
Instead of eclipsing, I'd rather raise Suns
A creative pun spun in just the write way
Is like a million in one guns aiming to spray
Both used to convey and relay messages
Pay attention to the captions of the images
Taking pilgrimages within via introspection
Escaping life's battefields for recuperation
A resurrection of motivation to continue to march
After living a life of service like the Golden arches
Cause stopwatches have no impact on the progression of time
I pause for the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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DAYDREAMING
Wide awake but still chasing dreams
Yet life seems to happen in between
With a keen sense of direction & focus
I lean on my magic like it's hocus-pocus
I won't just allow for it to dry, wither & die
Even with clipped wings, I keep trying to fly
Flying high above life's frozen, barren fields
Vast plantations where dreams are habitually killed
Filled with unfulfilled or deferred aspirations
Where equations equate to actions of desperation
Adding up to expirations or recidivous incarcerations
As the mastication...
Yet life seems to happen in between
With a keen sense of direction & focus
I lean on my magic like it's hocus-pocus
I won't just allow for it to dry, wither & die
Even with clipped wings, I keep trying to fly
Flying high above life's frozen, barren fields
Vast plantations where dreams are habitually killed
Filled with unfulfilled or deferred aspirations
Where equations equate to actions of desperation
Adding up to expirations or recidivous incarcerations
As the mastication...
#birds
#deception
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#prison
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Chalice Full Of Malice
Transatlantic trips on the Jesus ship
Led to the tips of the master's whip
Don't let your lips sip from the oppressor's chalice
From the rip it flippith over as hot, steamy malice
It's best that you don't allow for it to ever take sail
Or the pricey toll may just be your soul for sell
Dwelling in HELL while they'll promise afterlife riches
Only land the meek'll inherit are their six feet ditches
Led to the tips of the master's whip
Don't let your lips sip from the oppressor's chalice
From the rip it flippith over as hot, steamy malice
It's best that you don't allow for it to ever take sail
Or the pricey toll may just be your soul for sell
Dwelling in HELL while they'll promise afterlife riches
Only land the meek'll inherit are their six feet ditches
#deception
#LifeStruggles
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SEE B.S.
Journeying through life
The highs and the lows
Where joys & pains are rife
My third eye never closed
We're told seeing is believing
But can't believe what we see
Gotta keep critically watching
For the BS like CBS on daily TV
The media's full of lies & deceptions
Social, political, & that of every kind
Most are planned strategic distractions
Designed to keep us all deaf, dumb, & blind
The highs and the lows
Where joys & pains are rife
My third eye never closed
We're told seeing is believing
But can't believe what we see
Gotta keep critically watching
For the BS like CBS on daily TV
The media's full of lies & deceptions
Social, political, & that of every kind
Most are planned strategic distractions
Designed to keep us all deaf, dumb, & blind
#deception
#LifeStruggles
82 reads
1 Comment
Poetically Free
Chillin' in the shade of the shadow of death
Battlin' against demons without havin' a ref
Left ain't as mighty as the right hand of GOD
Compensating with poetry and living life as a bard
Playin' cards I'm dealt 'til I become the dealer
Utilizing this gift to uplift like a healer
Truth teller; not afraid of transparency
Unlocking my cage so that I can be free
Battlin' against demons without havin' a ref
Left ain't as mighty as the right hand of GOD
Compensating with poetry and living life as a bard
Playin' cards I'm dealt 'til I become the dealer
Utilizing this gift to uplift like a healer
Truth teller; not afraid of transparency
Unlocking my cage so that I can be free
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
1 Comment
Flow Of A Maestro
I want my poetry to conduct a symphony of thoughts in your mind
Wanna be a maestro who knows how to infuse melody in rhyme
With the chime of a metronome inside of my dome
I maintain the cadence in order to bring it on home
Setting the tone when in the zone of creative writing
Hurdling the blocks that're trying to stop my poeting
Creating before words start escaping my mental
Hoping to retain some on the plane as residuals
Wanna be a maestro who knows how to infuse melody in rhyme
With the chime of a metronome inside of my dome
I maintain the cadence in order to bring it on home
Setting the tone when in the zone of creative writing
Hurdling the blocks that're trying to stop my poeting
Creating before words start escaping my mental
Hoping to retain some on the plane as residuals
#WritingPoetry
62 reads
3 Comments
A Soul's Inferno
Much's unresolved and'll never be
And it's waging a war inside of me
She hurt me deeply down to my core
Nothing in life's the same as before
Those closed doors can't be reopened
Cause her body's incinerated in a coffin
Ashes are now restin' inside of an urn
While the pain I feel continues to burn
And it's waging a war inside of me
She hurt me deeply down to my core
Nothing in life's the same as before
Those closed doors can't be reopened
Cause her body's incinerated in a coffin
Ashes are now restin' inside of an urn
While the pain I feel continues to burn
#death
#hurt
#mother
83 reads
2 Comments
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