randyjohnson
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 9:19pm
14th Apr 2021 9:19pm
Ten Year Anniversary
I've been living alone on my property for ten years. Mom and Dad moved to Sneedville ten years ago today on April 14, 2011. I found the house where they moved to online. It was a big fixer upper. It took Dad three months to get it fixed up.
Before Mom and Dad bought their house, the people who previously lived there made drugs, and the Police confiscated the house. Because of this, Mom and Dad got their house at a cheap price. I gave them $2000 that I saved up to help them rebuild their house. But when they moved, I had no idea that they would both die just two years later.
...
Before Mom and Dad bought their house, the people who previously lived there made drugs, and the Police confiscated the house. Because of this, Mom and Dad got their house at a cheap price. I gave them $2000 that I saved up to help them rebuild their house. But when they moved, I had no idea that they would both die just two years later.
...
#family
#home
#anniversary #nonfiction
#anniversary #nonfiction
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 1:58pm
14th Apr 2021 1:58pm
Between A Stone and A Hard Heart
Am I caught between a stone and a hard heart?
As we develop the pictures of our lives
Seeking for a quick fix as we go back and restart
To gain back the ground forfeit for knives
What betrayal of trust but for the wounds of honesty?
When faithfully afflicted of a friend
Can we love the devils out of ourselves?
Will time soothe what otherwise these words won't mend?
Off color remarks, something in me sparks
Lost for reactions and backtracking replies
I'm trying to get to the bottom of the truth
But I'm still working...
As we develop the pictures of our lives
Seeking for a quick fix as we go back and restart
To gain back the ground forfeit for knives
What betrayal of trust but for the wounds of honesty?
When faithfully afflicted of a friend
Can we love the devils out of ourselves?
Will time soothe what otherwise these words won't mend?
Off color remarks, something in me sparks
Lost for reactions and backtracking replies
I'm trying to get to the bottom of the truth
But I'm still working...
#anger
#family
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
#disappointment
35 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 9:02pm
13th Apr 2021 9:02pm
Accident On The Motorway
We set off on our holidays in a rusty green van,
moving in the direction of the sun,
past fields and trees and farms,
the country air lifting our spirits.
We’re speeding along the motorway
when the van starts to shudder and horns toot warnings at us.
Something is wrong.
In the back compartment, my brother and I stare at the door,
holding our breaths, waiting, not daring to speak.
The vehicle swerves across the motorway lane,
closer to the hard shoulder,
where an embankment lies below.
Still, nobody...
moving in the direction of the sun,
past fields and trees and farms,
the country air lifting our spirits.
We’re speeding along the motorway
when the van starts to shudder and horns toot warnings at us.
Something is wrong.
In the back compartment, my brother and I stare at the door,
holding our breaths, waiting, not daring to speak.
The vehicle swerves across the motorway lane,
closer to the hard shoulder,
where an embankment lies below.
Still, nobody...
#childhood
#family
#risk
21 reads
4 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 7:04am
13th Apr 2021 7:04am
Stay In Your Lane
Dismiss my argument rather than come to terms with what I'm trying to say
Just call it overthinking when I point out your contradiction
It must just be easier to just keep pushing me away
Frustrated with the expression of my line of diction
How I operate isn't wrong just because it's not your way
Following the narratives in your mind
I'm incarcerated by your line of fiction
And you’re the judge and jury of how you think I fall behind
Utilizing the past to justify the way you are
Without allowing for the same compassion when considering...
Just call it overthinking when I point out your contradiction
It must just be easier to just keep pushing me away
Frustrated with the expression of my line of diction
How I operate isn't wrong just because it's not your way
Following the narratives in your mind
I'm incarcerated by your line of fiction
And you’re the judge and jury of how you think I fall behind
Utilizing the past to justify the way you are
Without allowing for the same compassion when considering...
#anger
#anxiety
#family
#frustration
#disappointment
40 reads
3 Comments
elsiesan
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 6:19am
12th Apr 2021 6:19am
Unwanted Children
Collective statement
To abortion anilating prolifers
Climate crisis
Magnitude near ten
On Richter scale.
People, babies, children
Elderly and inbetwizters,
Mother Gaia, tired and taxed
Can no longer
Sustain increasing population
Starvation everywhere
Rampant homelessness
In the riotous streets.
We, the Unwanted Children
Birthed into existence
From the canals
Of ancient seedlings
Propose that,
Since...
You made decision to pass
Judgement, to condemn us
Then...
You be...
To abortion anilating prolifers
Climate crisis
Magnitude near ten
On Richter scale.
People, babies, children
Elderly and inbetwizters,
Mother Gaia, tired and taxed
Can no longer
Sustain increasing population
Starvation everywhere
Rampant homelessness
In the riotous streets.
We, the Unwanted Children
Birthed into existence
From the canals
Of ancient seedlings
Propose that,
Since...
You made decision to pass
Judgement, to condemn us
Then...
You be...
#parent
#motherhood
#family
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
24 reads
8 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 3:26am
12th Apr 2021 3:26am
Lessons from a seagull
sun-sequined harbour
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
shifting with the wind
excessive brightness
turns my gaze upwards,
where a class of studious seagulls
practice Jonathan Livingston’s circles and dives
against a backdrop of baby blue…
…it takes me back
to my grandparents’ house…
Entering into the basement,
(oh, that smell of cool cement floor!)
Up creaky stairs to the kitchen
with its blueberry muffin warmth
and those ugly stained-glass window trinkets
that I made when I was eight, embarrassingly displayed.
Then finally to the favourite...
#family
#books
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
#memories #NaPoWriMo2021
29 reads
8 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 7:27am
10th Apr 2021 7:27am
Lost Horizons
What's left to say of what remains
As I sit here on the other side of my heart ignored
And you keep the peace of the crypt
I wear the bloodstains of another's war
Breaking from the quotes of another's script
I won't play this role anymore
When love undone proves this love is counterfeit
And who am I to call you out
When we're one in the same kind of hypocrite
Back and forth and in between
I think of what was and I tell myself that I'm over it
Till I'm provoked again and reminded
Beaten up by these thoughts, I take a hit ...
As I sit here on the other side of my heart ignored
And you keep the peace of the crypt
I wear the bloodstains of another's war
Breaking from the quotes of another's script
I won't play this role anymore
When love undone proves this love is counterfeit
And who am I to call you out
When we're one in the same kind of hypocrite
Back and forth and in between
I think of what was and I tell myself that I'm over it
Till I'm provoked again and reminded
Beaten up by these thoughts, I take a hit ...
#grief
#heartbroken
#family
#death
#memories
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 5:41am
10th Apr 2021 5:41am
HUGGING
The value of human contact
Has increased
To the point of time travel
I am transported
To that moment
When you were maybe three years old
Nik had just arrived
You gave them the kind of hug
That hugging gurus give
The kind that make you
Melt and cry and that’s just
What Nik did
And that is what I want
To do every damn time
For the rest of my life
Has increased
To the point of time travel
I am transported
To that moment
When you were maybe three years old
Nik had just arrived
You gave them the kind of hug
That hugging gurus give
The kind that make you
Melt and cry and that’s just
What Nik did
And that is what I want
To do every damn time
For the rest of my life
#love
#family
#memories
#pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2021
34 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 11:30pm
7th Apr 2021 11:30pm
My Grandfather Benjamin
Early one Saturday morning when I was about nine, we set off in the car for Blackpool where my maternal grandparents lived. My mother had a cousin in a neighbouring coastal town and the cousin's son, whom I'd never met, had just turned thirteen and was about to recite his Barmitzvah at the synagogue there.
We took the usual route through Bolton, past the array of TV aerials on Winter Hill, and down the busy Preston Road, arriving in Blackpool about an hour and a half later. My grandparents lived near Stanley Park, a huge park we used to visit a lot.
My grandfather...
We took the usual route through Bolton, past the array of TV aerials on Winter Hill, and down the busy Preston Road, arriving in Blackpool about an hour and a half later. My grandparents lived near Stanley Park, a huge park we used to visit a lot.
My grandfather...
#childhood
#family
#religion #memories
#religion #memories
26 reads
8 Comments
MgAl
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 5:04pm
5th Apr 2021 5:04pm
I am of you
I am of you,
but I am not you.
For everything I am,
I have worked tirelessly,
through ache and wear,
scream and teardrop,
blood and salt,
conflict and consequence,
to be everything you are not.
I watch you as you are,
I witness Your Way,
and I desire not,
with burning ardor,
to be as what I see.
I am of you,
but I am not you.
- MgAl
but I am not you.
For everything I am,
I have worked tirelessly,
through ache and wear,
scream and teardrop,
blood and salt,
conflict and consequence,
to be everything you are not.
I watch you as you are,
I witness Your Way,
and I desire not,
with burning ardor,
to be as what I see.
I am of you,
but I am not you.
- MgAl
#mother
#father
#family
#identity
#confessional
29 reads
5 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 4:50pm
5th Apr 2021 4:50pm
Spermers and Wombdolls
New names for
old constructs
Women and men
are no different
than they feel
about themselves
while some were born
having attributes
they still identify with
and could be labeled by
of their own choice
So let women be women
and men be men
but let breeders
with their sex parts
choose their names
uniquely
we are wombdolls
and spermers
we make babies
together
old constructs
Women and men
are no different
than they feel
about themselves
while some were born
having attributes
they still identify with
and could be labeled by
of their own choice
So let women be women
and men be men
but let breeders
with their sex parts
choose their names
uniquely
we are wombdolls
and spermers
we make babies
together
#motherhood
#family
#identity #fatherhood
#identity #fatherhood
27 reads
2 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
5th Apr 2021 4:32pm
5th Apr 2021 4:32pm
Reinvent and Repeat
Is this a dance or a war
As we learn our steps in uniform
What is it we are fighting for
What mystery this future has in store
I'm caught in between
Spending years waiting for moments of beauty
Dead and alive
The investment of routine
I'm going somewhere in circles
Home in perpetual remaking
We don't breathe to settle
We're just passing time between reasons to survive
Every breath saving for life on layaway
Reinvent and repeat
Pastimes in waiting
If I'm only living in the future
What is the...
As we learn our steps in uniform
What is it we are fighting for
What mystery this future has in store
I'm caught in between
Spending years waiting for moments of beauty
Dead and alive
The investment of routine
I'm going somewhere in circles
Home in perpetual remaking
We don't breathe to settle
We're just passing time between reasons to survive
Every breath saving for life on layaway
Reinvent and repeat
Pastimes in waiting
If I'm only living in the future
What is the...
#kindness
#family
#LifeStruggles
#home
#LifeGoals
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