It’s been eighteen years since I was born.
I grew up chasing a lie called love.
Just a child in third grade,
When Broom’s metal broke me... tore me apart.
A lone piece left on the plate—
Still, it was him you'd nominate.
A pen or a diary—he’d get one.
‘These are his,’ you’d declare,
And I learned... I believed—
Maybe I didn’t deserve to speak.
I was cute, I was adoring—
Yet somehow, you found me embarrassing.
"Just listen, don’t talk," you'd say.
But you'd love my brother from the very first day.
I suffered. I cried.
Still, it’s me who must
Love you without a choice.
But love—
Love isn’t brought by force.
It’s an emotion...
If you’d feel it, pure and true.
You have your life, your thoughts,
Your ways of seeing the world.
But the way you’ve tortured me—
That...
Can never be justified.
Sitting in solitude,
Tuning into tunes quiet as morning,
Inhaling wind-blown fragrant lilac,
Listening to foreign jelled voice of reason,
Envisioning expanse of horizon,
Thinking of lateral stance,
Seeing through lens kaleidoscopic,
Feeling feathery touch of love,
Sipping from gratitude's silvery cup,
Sifting through weights gone weightless,
Stretching with new concept of forgiveness,
Joy became a friendly royal blue bird -
Friendlier still, it perched upon your windowsill,
You looked, you saw, you understood.
Capture your moment supremely pure.
*
What is madness
if not the body’s way of crying out,
“Enough.”
It’s not betrayal;
it’s a retreat—a firebreak.
When the world turns unbearable,
the mind bows to its own mercy.
It draws a line in the sand
and declares,
“Here. Not beyond this point.”
Reality, wow what a concept
lifes provable facts
those incontrovertible truths
things that stick out and not fall in the cracks
Its subject to interpretation you see
describing the elephant for the blind
this part the leg,
that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine!
For reality takes an observer
to set itself in the track
if that tree fell in the woods with no one to hear
did it make a sound of a crack?
Without perception, it's all contention
if it ever existed at all
and we are all running around with vivid imaginations on ground
till incontrovertible evidence is found
See it, touch it, document away
till the item in question is in decay
or maybe even obliterated away
the observation itself causing the obliteration to stay
And so that was how faith was born
for people to believe in others known truths
we didn't have to experience it first hand
we just had to trust like a youth
And from that comes charlatans
who mangle that truth for cash
and make the world a caricature
and history rewritten despite past
With no firm understanding of what is
or firm understanding of what was
people lose their compass
and look to god above
What I want is not relationship
What I want is a concept
A concept is like a seed
You look at it every day
When you pass it
Once a seed is planted
It will germinate and bloom.
A One Off Concept
as Tends to happen
casting to be
announced
a institutional concept
emotion exclusivity
concepts of revivalry
quality needs not to be
negotiated
Neglecting the needs of
your consumer base
undermines your effectiveness
pre production is successful
at the post production fade
Brand recognition offers
satisfaction
Production within the bounds of
creation
allows the functioning production machine
to keep the momentum of production
War is hard at first
Complicated at middle
Destructive at end.
April 19—Define or celebrate a word or concept -Scumbagology
Scumbagery is the study
Of the actions of a scumbag
A scumbag is a narcissistic, sociopathic
Self-center person willing to do anything
to get ahead
no loyalty to those who serve him
it is all about me! the greatest person
in the world..
Unfortunately, there are so many
Scumbags in the world,
In a position of power
In business and politics.
Don’t need to name names
You know who they are.
Flora in its way, fauna in its way; work hand in hand.
Uniting all, keeping the health of habitats intact
Does my existence incorporate another extant?
Do I live and let live as coconuts and palm trees act?
Plants breathe carbon dioxide, grow, and breathe out oxygen.
Oxygen, in turn, enables animals to nourish
Who does more harm? Who does less? Tiger, oxen, or vixen?
It's consciousness and conscience that should make morals flourish.
The growth of one's self is mirrored in others' growth as well.
When one's attitudes change, change in another too is seen.
Should change be stirred or in an equilibrium-spell?
Does any concept, here, hold a precise path in between?
Concepts clench; philosophies progress; theologies throb
Birth, growth, and death are plays with many a multihued garb.
Money is a man-made commodity, which helps humans extend their validity
Money can be in any virtual form, with banknote and coin you can pass the storm
It’s name derives from “JUNO MONETA”, a Roman name of an ancient loleta
While silver and gold people adore, barter was the method used before
Money is the common way to survive, it allows mankind to live and thrive
Is money a want, or is it a need, for those in power it’s purely greed
You can use it for charity, or spend it on yourself, or simply pay your taxes to the wicked elf
Financial security is all that folks see, without your money where would you be
Saleh Ben Saleh
If this were my last
Regret would be my truest friend
Soothing judgements on my brow
As she says it is the end
Kill me with my carving knife
She’s sharpening my skull
Poetry’s a morbid story
Perfect murder in a drawer
She walks me to my purgatory
Singing songs I bought from Time
He sold me his very essence
For the promise he’d get mine
Regret and Time stand side by side
While Death does reap my soul
Business man and dearest friend
When did I lose control?
He's perspicacious he thought
Logical science he taught
Absurdity filled his head
Though philosophies he read
No-separation
An outrageous
Concept..with
No explanations
No debates..
Nothing at all..
Yet...
imagine all these things
stretch the mind to infinity
imagine this stark beauty
imagine
imagine
imagine
silence so intense
that the flap of a bird wing
crashes like thunder
and the dropping of a pin
reverbs and deafens
darkness so intense
that black shades to gray
in comparison
and a struck match
blinds with intensity
emptiness
so bleakly empty
that the concept defeats
and despair rolls in
so that one does not exist
imagine
imagine
imagine
imagine this stark beauty
imagine all these things
and the scene is set
I'll write only of my biggest fault,
over it, I daily agonize.
My heart and soul are under assault
I need to conceptualize.
I can't seem to conquer my dislike
of ignorance, I can plainly see,
As I introspect, there's disquiet
blaming is not where I want to be.
Realizing many cannot afford
a college degree, even a class,
And many with a degree ignored
truth, giving conspiracy a pass.
So, each of us could open a book...
on one hand, I love the concept
of thriving, thinking, but sure to look
where we're going before we have leapt.
Disliking a mind willing to be
told what to think, to believe, to speak
I'm discarding all their qualities
closing my mind, refusing to seek.
A closed mind, a form of ignorance
so I've come full circle with my despair.
I've fallen prey to my dissonance.
A conundrum that needed some air.
April 30, 2023
for “Character Traits” poetry contest
by Angela Tune
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