It was you who initiated this relationship.
Even at its outset, I was crying.
I was your plaything,
the butt of your elaborate practical jokes.
Refusing to be transparent,
except when teasing me with illusions,
you never revealed your true meaning or purpose.
You built me up with hope and ideals,
only to chop them down and crush me.
Everything you gave to me,
you took away.
I haven't a good word to say,
and now,
in the end,
you're discarding me,
like you did all the others.
You aren't even attractive,
being as you are,
nasty, brutish, and short,
Good riddance to you,
cruel life.
Don't quite know what the actual question
Is
Or
Was
Not or can't say quite for sure
I ever even knew
From the very outset or start
The only one thing I know
Or with a tiny degree of certainly
I can and am now able to say
Is that I am getting closer than ever before
To maybe being able to accept
Whatever the answers are
Or may have in store for me
Or the consequences they bring
To my empty round table
With me firmly entrenched at at the head
All on my lonesome
Capable of facilitating a capacity
Of 12 other people in mind
Perfectly cemetrical in design
Begs yet one a another more question
To be answered in it's own imitable time
Further down the line
When Q & A time
Makes it's way around and returns
And rears its head once more again
Above the parapet
If anyone dares to speak up
And propose both the tough yet relevant
And most pressing crucial questions
Of the day
Would it be ok if we did everything together?
I really think we're two birds of a feather
I promise if we do I wouldn't bother you
Or hold on to you as if you're on a tether
It's just that where you are is where I want to be
I'd love to spend my time with you alone
To go to places far, by bicycle or car
To show you all the places I have seen
North, south, east or west, I'll show you all the best
Nooks and crannies outdoors I have found
Where no one is around, and you hardly hear a sound
And the second hand stops ticking on request
No, just to be with you is all I want to do
You're captivating, talented, and wise
Intelligent and smart, you have all of my heart
An inkling at the outset then it grew
It seemed to me, at the outset, an abacus,
Of nursery kids; and, lo, looked less glamorous;
It had scales fixed on a piano skeleton,
While an abacus shone like beads in gelatin...!
It has an Asian origin, someone told me,
(Does it mean continent chauvinism sets me free?)
I listened to it once, as a snake its charmer,
After all, can any music be a harmer...?
Rough, razor-sharp, clattering, bubbling, and doubling,
Shrill, hollow, ticking, transparent, and less troubling;
Odd rough ringing, clanging, and gonging pulled my soul,
I felt, in xylophonic tune, I had a role...!
Harmony, as that of the other rhythmic tools,
In xylophone too, like deep freshwater lakes, pools;
Tunes and tones, like echoes from mountains and hills filled,
My heart, with its melodic mood, got wildly thrilled...!!!
28 April 2023
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
At a time he should have been set
Murphy became rather upset.
Scott had this guessed at the outset
But not how to Murphy reset.
Scott could only pray that Murphy
Go home with the cherished trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...
But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset.
Backhanded Apology
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2022
Sorry if I upset you,
I really didn’t mean it
Actually, I meant it
Until I saw it upset you,
Now I’m sorry you are
Upset by my words
But I got them said,
Which I intended to do.
L. Milton always impressed me with his sly humor amidst mostly very deep, spiritual thoughts. “Backhanded Apology” is one of his well-read pieces at 742 views. This apology is perfect for a very public person who is subject to personal remarks which could be double entendre at the outset. Milt was a fine person, likewise an excellent poet whose comments on my work were always positive and supportive. A Kentucky bluegrass native myself, I applaud his choice of retirement residency in Ashland; it is close to his roots in WV. We will all miss him at Poetry Soup.
January 3, 2023
Down the dreamed aisle
comes the bliss of your sight
Cord of your life
sinew of your might.
Abaft the unending trek
comes the longed outset
A more colorful kismet
under the glorified sunset.
Wishful thinking
ceases the awakening
With thine caring
adoration is everlasting.
A friend is a bright sparkling mirror,
since long with pride I have hung on my wall.
It does never lie to me, I adoringly admire,
always helps me face my world at distress call.
A friend is the seamless sky over my head,
brings down sunshine and rains of need for me,
spreads out for me stardust strewn dream bed,
in daylight shows me the path I often fail to see.
When in the surging storm of life I stray far,
find no one to show me the way and take care,
a friend appears as the shining pole star,
maybe not always seen, but for me it’s there.
A friend cheers me up when I am listless,
makes my sagging spirit soar up high,
kindles the unselfish candle in dreary darkness,
helps me cross the tough terrain when I try.
A best friend is a beautiful precious gift
from benign benevolence of God’s grace I get,
I would never lose even if away I ever drift,
pray He makes me worthy of friendship at the outset.
__________________
August 2, 2022
Contest : Friendship
Sponsored by : Beata Agustin
My bones are tingling with a sort of feeling.
Like how the air feels as it sets in altering.
A quick season before it started raining.
Something that causes you to unwilling.
Afferent powers and their link to thinking
And here I am, all of a sudden panicking.
Similar to the tide being hit by something.
By the outset of a minute, I am shrinking.
Written: May 29, 2022
The Blow
Miracle Man
5/25/2022
The super cell birthed this mighty blow,
This wall cloud quickly produced a tornado.
Soon, stationary objects were filling the air,
and many in “Fraidy Holes” were in prayer.
The wind emerged with a whooshing sound,
from outset, just minutes, before leaving the ground.
Later hail, and quietness, then a rainbow appeared,
leaving mountains of debris that had to be cleared.
Warning sounds of the sirens no longer blared,
people praised God, that life had been spared.
Saying, most material things could be replaced,
while facing a landscape that had been defaced.
ON LOVE VERSUS HATE
There is but one truth.
Its name is love;
It is the foundation of civilisation.
Love fears nothing;
Yet without hate, the heart cannot cope.
Love and hate dies….sometimes
They are both beyond the cycle of the outset and the demise of emotions.
They are powerful and formidable.
Love realises kindness
Hate is the beginning of upheaval;
Both are true in their concept
Through the ages, they were always there!
The window of my room was open and wide,
When I see the moon, perfect and bright.
At the outset, its occurrence was flawless and crisp,
Then I look twice, at the enduring presence a brisk.
With all its scars intense and keen,
I see a lovely warrior in the midst of a conflict.
Shining like a sword, when a light falls high,
Devouring every darkness and all harsh cries.
Have you seen that mystical being up in the sky?
That rises every night when all chaos die.
Change
Written: by Miracle Man
August 25, 2021
As our life changes, we learn to adapt,
but all adjustments aren’t seen to be best.
At change’s outset we may feel trapped,
and often these changes leave us depressed.
At the outset, change can leave a bad feeling,
and we may long for the bygone days we had.
While the benefits of most change is appealing,
many times it becomes just the latest life fad.
“Change starts when someone sees the next step.”
William Drayton
People whom your votes produce
And four or five succeeding years reduce:
Not like wage earners their bosses might sack;
Their tenures run out and they show us their back…
At the outset, magical initiatives that wouldn’t confuse,
At the finale a barrel-large hopeless excuse!
Like potent drugs, movers of a system forward,
Like expired ones, makers of things more awkward…;
You indicate them as your choices,
You simply hearken to their voices.
A leadership style can your last dime grab;
We have the economically brave but logistically drab:
A whole purse flatly draining
And you can just see that it’s badly raining.
No dirty files of theirs that you can’t pick,
Because all dirty files would at some point leak…
Election periods remain a time to think,
As some of these aspiring bundles stink.
"Butterfly Lust"
Oh sweet and tender butterfly,
how colorful your dance
centered in Earth's naked sky.
Beneath daylights over-cast,
I'm your audience laying about
the green purified grass.
Come sweet and tender butterfly,
land low to the reach of thy lips
with your wings spread wide.
Three yards and a cloud of dust,
I dissect all your desires
borne from the outset of lust.
Oh sweet and tender butterfly,
how colorful our dance
now centered in Earth's naked sky.
Pace, G
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11-1-19
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