Waiting To Exhale
I... Can't... Breathe...
Not Physically...
But Emotionally & Spiritually...
Because I can't live, realistically,
Without looking lurkers,
Lurking, nitpically?
I've BEEN Waiting To Exhale,
As life tries to choke me out..
As silly tricks...
Try to smoke me out...
As year after year,
my candles try to
BLOW ME OUT!
And, I've BEEN waiting to exhale,
but someone always thinks...
their breath is
more important than mine...
That my time
has less priority than their time...
So I can continue
Waiting To Exhale...
So that they might do it now...
So that they can again make the vow...
That If I Don't Mind...
I Can Breathe Later....
If for now, I'll just continue
Waiting To Exhale.
*
/ \
/ \
sliced
and whole
a cleaved life
in flux cast dice
state of non being
potential in between
eternity's randomness
flip a coin up into the air
unpredictability flies there
alternate reality hints upon
•>•
parallel universes going on
realistically just one path
life’s inevitable no math
untangled observation
spit out my creation
god particle sown
new baby grown
chop the cord
use sword
spliced
\ /
\ /
*
By
David Kavanagh
HMS
Life, as if fear itself bestowed
Fantasy of a act in human life
Betrayed drama of what is to be
Or wickedness of a species breath inhale
Mind illusion to a dream's reality
They push thought, molding image or control
Way of life, a promise to happiness
A struggle life, none equal unless classed
Hopes to live life fruitfulness
Laughter, the key to kindness joy
We watch, what is portrayed the purpose
But do we thrive under its anger
That we turn not to right or wrong
But the hunger of our own ambitious emotions
Is it so much that we fear death
That realistically we know no time
In life itself a dying soul each day
Mortality taught and trampled beneath constitution
Existence of your journey sane or in vain
We live in a lie covering truth
Actions of many pardon crime of nature
Way of life, we're killers walking the streets
Where theirs is worth more than the innocent
We trade a way of life for what's to be
For destructive society digging their own grave
My dust, scattered in breath of the breeze
Way of life, is it what you hoped to be
Administrator incommunicado
Acknowledging nymphomaniacs
Reclassifying philosophical
Ideologically Transcultural
Pronunciation Calligraphers
Communication demilitarized
Grandstanding orchestration
Carpetbagging adjudications
Redistributed improprieties
Abolitionists brinksmanship
Sarcastically realistically
Craftsmanship flabbergasted
Enlightenment librarianship
Democratically
You were anticipating shallow water
Instead you fell in the deep end
This water’s a shade of blue you haven’t seen before
You forgot that curiosity killed the cat
Explains why you would you go and do a thing like that
Unfortunately there’s a price to pay for waking her
When you had no intention of staying up late
You just delivered more rain to the flood gate
Cos what’s a little more chaos
It’s not your mess to clean up though
So don’t mention it this time
Be grateful for the silent goodbye
The story can’t be told the same as it was lived
And realistically what else can she do but forgive
A well rehearsed smile hiding shame
Once again only herself to blame
It’s all love, she says
Licking her wounds and counting the damage
Another day another mischief managed
Yes, I'm your huckleberry,
but I do not like you because
you are too much like me; having
a big hole in your heart.
Like me, you are mad with the
world for having ever been born.
But unlike me, you don't have a
friend. Realistically, you are alone.
I used to pull teeth as a dentist.
I later became very good with a gun
and assisted a friend in putting down
the most vicious gang in the West.
An acquaintance once said to me, "Oh,
I have lots of friends". My reply to him
was simply, "I don't". That's right. Some
may be blessed with many friends.
Nevertheless, I have only one true friend.
As a friend, I stood by him until the end.
As a friend, he was with me as I lay dying.
'A friend in need is a friend in deed'.
031224PS
A person of substance who has morals and character
Having this about their persona questioned by someone
Least of all someone completely lacking such characteristics
Will can and would never ever be able to understand
Exactly what that would mean and do to someone who has
It's like trying to explain to someone
What it is like to be loved and to feel loved
You either are or you quite patently aren't
2 individual all of which are people
But are worlds apart in terms of individual feelings
And relative perspective on what actually
adds any true value or meaning in life
Until in the very end eventually 1 finds oneself
Revisiting a dearly departed loved ones diary
Questioning realistically has all that has gone before
Really in fact bitten the dust
Or just covered it up
Governed by technological greatness
Gearing with gigabytes catering to all generations
Groomed am I, 5G, to handle gargantuan task globally…
Girded for high-speed connectivity yon information gathering
Granting mankind growth and progress midst mobile ecosystem-glow.
Grateful to God* for grace that advances giftedness, functionally grand
Guided with genuine responsibility and accountability-goodness
Gladly, greeting guys and gals along facts, realistically grasped
Gripped am I with gallant “Fourth Industrial Revolution” goal
Guarded around golden rule, sans greediness’ glitches.
*1Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
7th place, "UP TO YOU" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/10/2024
The first thought of her isn't so nice.
You must think of her at least twice.
Some must muse of her at least thrice,
and often, that doesn't suffice.
The fact is, she's as cold as ice.
But she's very much a part of life.
Relations may be both love and hate,
Causing both head and heartaches.
I neither love nor hate her and to be
really honest, I don't even like her.
I suppose 'lukewarm endurance' would best
describe our relationship, but realistically,
I have learned to accept her. Her season is not
one to happily anticipate. Her freezes force some to
hibernate like bears and also cause others to navigate.
like birds. She's valuable and that's no debate.
I survived 5 seasons of her in two northern states.
In a southern state, I will always remember the good
ice-cold snow cream we ate. But her chilling bone aches
were very difficult to take, forcing some inside and others
to necessitate an escape. Anyway, there's no denying how
We all differ. Some of us like it hot, and others like it cold.
112823PS
Dea America.
Most times, you make me smile.
Sometimes, there's a joyful laugh.
Occasionally, I mourn for you as
Sadness and tears fill my heart.
There are forces trying to tear us apart.
But realistically, we belong together.
The future I see is one with you and me.
So, let's just go forward together.
062223PS
Drizzling, dazzling
splinters of diamond
Shards of crystal
or liquidized glass!
Transparent drops
from a translucent sky.
Ooh, that lucid lustre:
No wonder they say,
there's something sexy about the rain
Atleast it does seem to drive
dripping lovers insane.
And then as if frenzied, suddenly excited
the drizzle converts into a heavy downpour
as thunders bellow and thunders roar
as rivers swell and rivers soar.
Rain battering our rooftop
like needless war drums
or heedless bass drums
The heavens having opened
to announce a cloud burst
Till it's said to be raining cats and dogs
or more realistically, fishes and frogs!
O' God bless the nimbus
Those soaking cotton wool puffs in the sky
Those candy floss rainclouds sailing by.
I shall draw and paint a colorful bull the artist said.
Her parents thought she had gone daft in her head.
Draw it realistically, suggested her farmer dad.
Her mother kept her counsel to herself, the girl was glad.
The girl had confidence, and she knew her mind.
She painted a bull that was one of a kind.
Sold it for over two thousand dollars today.
I imagine she is glad she did not throw her idea away.
A critical ally that rears and screams,
Only to extend this metaphysical play.
Where time becomes both friend and foe,
And when a shortfall leads to delay.
Realistically, the battleground is for truth,
That is far beyond the politically correct.
Where the roots of such a grand deceit,
Can be pulled & torn apart, not used to deflect.
While the illusion is indefensible, soldiers
Dig-in with offensive rhetoric they announce.
As if a child, throwing sticks and stones,
Can find some victory, while they denounce.
This conflict is simply a war of words . . .
Although explosions grow as they employ.
Yet when the carnage is looked upon in the
Aftermath, did the damage also destroy?
If we view this dramatic tragedy, with open
Eyes and critical thinking, utmost . . .
We just might rebuild this fragile democracy,
And avoid an antiquated, republican provost.
A silent movie
Maybe silent realistically
Or not silent metaphorically
Silent
Because not verbal
Not silent
Because with movements
Not silent
Because appealing
Silent
Because there are no immediate actions
And without man's sympathy
Response and cooperation
A silent story
May eventually die silently
Pillage and plunder, have your fill
Indifference to my screams as you kill
Living with the guilt, though you forget
God hasn’t forgiven. No, oppressor. Not yet.
Realistically we had this land, it was already discovered.
I alone founded it. Leif found us uncovered.
Me and mine treated it well and the planet loved us.
Spanish crusaders, English invaders, now my land shrugs us.
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