Add-a-Poem

[aims]

Here is where I die
but not yet
not for another 46 years
as I am planning to walk this earth until,
at least,
the age of 104,
something I prophesied
in a poem I wrote
when I was 26,
when I proclaimed
that my life was 1/4 done
then realized it two years later reading over my words
and have claimed it ever since!
Regarless of my lack of luck in LOVE
I shall persist,
because romance is not all of what life consists!

[aims]

Because romance is not all of what life consists,
I will pray for money!!
It's the next best thing to you honey!

[anirbas]

The next best thing
to you, honey,
is maple syrup.
Thick, delicious
and aromatic.
I could chug it
straight from the bottle
Instead, I'll save it
for this stack of pancakes.

[aims]

Pancakes,
I haven't cooked any in a while,
a piece of toast and an egg over easy,
more my style.
But I wish I had a lover to cook for
and more,
but alas it's not to be,
evermore!

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Alas, it's not to be evermore.

I exist within these pages, but the paper's come to an end
Our happily-ever-after just wasn't meant to be, my friend
The pages all have stopped, and the story's left forgotten
Unfinished, unloved, uncared for; now it's rotten.

We were meant to be forever.
We were bonded by the heart. 
But somewhere in the mess we made, we've drifted far apart. 

I used to wait at night and watch the shining stars above,
hoping for a miracle to save our star-crossed love
But one by one, the stars blinked out, snuffed out like candlelight
And all my dreams of us together have long since taken flight. 

The days of happiness by your side are but a distant memory,
Slowly slipping into a puddle of filthy blackened goo
where all our smiles sink and wither,
with contempt for you.

you, my dearest, beloved friend,
you betrayed me.

[aims]

"You betrayed me.!"
O' foolish heart of mine
perhaps you leaked
a lovesick ooze into all of my smiles her way,
seems she barely smiled my way
when I saw her briefly today!
Does my love make her wish me away
that is the heartbreak
falling for a straight woman can bring,
and the reason,
I had no intentions of expressing my feelings
except disguised as friendly caring.

[Deleted]

Disguised as friendly caring, 
Her smile said something else.
Her words said, "It's nice to see you," but
her eyes said, I hate your guts.

I really hate this girl, because
she's just so goddamn fake
The epitome of high school popular bitch class,
One look from her could kill. 

Yet still she pretends she likes you,
To what- get under your skin? 
God, I'm glad I got away from her now 
but I still see her from time to time. 

She looks you down and up again, then right into your eyes
Your outfit is godawful. "Hi, I didn't expect to see you!"
Fake-ass smile, who does she think she's fooling? 
No amount of forced smiles could mask your cattiness, kid.

I wish she'd just be honest and 
avoid me at all costs. 
But no, instead, she has to live
an awful lie of friendship.

[aims]

An awful lie of friendship,
it is not
I want to be her friend and
I would always be
the truest most loyal friend she could ever hope to have
though she search high and low for one more true
because she matters so much to me,
it is just that I want to be more than a friend,
but as I have stated many a time
I would take whatever I could get.
Do you know what really kills me?
I guess, from appearances,
it might look like I don't care that much
because I do not go out of my way to see her
and I do not make overtures toward becoming closer,
as a friend,
or anything else,
because I am so afraid
she wouldn't want to be closer to me,
and then our friendly aquaintanceship
might be strained,
I do so,
not want to end up loathing myself
for having chased her further away.
Actually I did kind of let her know once
in a thank you note I left her about something,
in ambiguous or indirect words that she was special to me
and that I cared a great deal for her,
and I might add,
further reason to be scared to try to get closer,
she never mentioned the note to me ever
nor did she take me up on an offer I made in that note.
So I have feared to ever press my luck,
I can only hope she knows I was sincere
not just making empty gestures,
and that not putting her in an uncomfortable spot
is the only reason, I've made no further attempts to get closer to her.

[aims]

Closer to her,
is what I want,
but unfortunately I don't think it is in the cards for me,
I seem to have been born under an unlucky star
when it comes to
the lover kind of love.

[phantasm]

When it comes to the lover kind of love

People hum and sing about the

Particular type of madness it brings

But love is not a one-flavor ice cream shop

The forms it takes are multiple and subtle

Love can be aimed at anything or anyone

Love just "is."

It exists.

It is out there.

Friendship is valuable all on its' own

Respect is a worthy thing to cultivate

Camaraderie can be nurtured

And on and on and on.

[anirbas]

On and on and on
the poem above said
and became my first line

I feel so all alone
my inspiration is dead
this brain is pickled in brine

Nothing to share worthy
of the prior endeavors
by my fellow poeteers

My last sentence
shall be one of dissonance-

Hot damn! Did you just see that happen?

[aims]

Did you just see that happen?
Another moment of precious time
raced by and would not be deterred
in it's haste to tag the next moment,
why it's almost as if. . .
time,
and the universe in all it's vastness,
doesn't miss a beat over us. . . (the center of the universe, of course!)
doesn't ever pause time even for an instant to glance our way.
We are loved,
we are a part of the whole
the universe responds to,
as does the pond when we chuchk a rock into it's depths
and,
as nature takes it's course
it brings every topsy turvy ripple back into line eveh=ntually
and so it is that we might get what we are needing,
what brings us back into harmony with all of life
as it goes
the way it goes
and I don't believe randomly,
else it would never have developed this far
total disordered chaos
would have imploded anihilation long ago,
there is law to nature,
and so it's course is somewhat
predestined.

[anirbas]

predestined
is this moment
it's the one
we waited
for the moment
before, now it's here
I don't know what
to do with it, my dear
and now the moment is gone

[anirbas]

now the moment is gone
no more time to lie
upon our backs
watching clouds drift
such a spectacle
trying to get up
from the hard ground
can't chase fireflies
hardly any left to follow
pesticides having decimated them
besides running isn't an option
anymore unless this life is in danger
I don't wonder where all of the time went
I know. I lived it endured it loved and hated it
instead I wonder how much time I have left
and is it enough to fall in love again

[aims]

To fall in love again,
Is not in the cards for me,
My heart fell so hard this time that it shall not get back up again!
There is no romance in my future!
And so, my challenge is,
to learn to be happy alone for the duration.

[aims]

The duration
it stumps my imagination
what will the unformed blur of the future be
when I can finally see,
when it becomes the now?
I can rack my brain. . . and how
and still there will be much
that my ponderings will not even touch!
The big reveal
will come, when the future is now. . . is real!

[Deleted]

The future is now; the future is real.
The future cares not for how I feel.
The future's relentless, the future won't stop
The future will drain you until your last drop.

The future is hot, the future is cold.
The future will make you all sorts of old.
The future will scream, the future will shout
The future forgets what you cared about.

The future is wretched, the future is damned
Nothing good rhymes with damned FML
But I guess that the future has its ups and downs
Just like anything else, really.

[phantasm]

I guess that the future has its ups and downs, just like anything else, really

We've predicted shiny stainless steel cities, we've predicted apocalyptic wasteland

We've predicted interstellar space ships, we've predicted time travel

The future never turns out exactly the way we were told to expect

Life is much the same now as it was in 1980, except for the Internet and smartphones

Maybe tomorrow everyone will throw away their wireless tech and go live in communes with their best buddies

Maybe tomorrow some fad will take off and take the world by storm

Maybe tomorrow we will actually, finally build settlements on the moon or Mars

But--

There must be some kind of future we're looking forward to.

Otherwise this life is dull and pointless

What kind of a future do you want?

[anirbas]

What kind of future do you want? Our friend has queried
of us in the above poem. An excellent one, by the way.

Fun, I think it does sound to live in a commune with my favorite people.
As long as we didn't become a cult. Or throw up a magnificent steeple.

I agree, other than the advancement of technology, feels like we've been in a loop
since the Eighties in a most disturbing, eerie manner. Well there are two of us
that have noticed this phenomenon. I wonder, are there more that feel this way?

But, what kind of future do you want? That was the poetical question
from which I've digressed. What kind of future do I want?

Initially, and most urgently, I want universal healthcare for all!
Poor or rich, young or old, homeless or homed, no one deserves to die
or remain ill for the want of medication, a procedure or surgery.
After all, this a First World Country. Or so We the People are told...

Equally imperative, I want everyone fed. Every child, woman and man in the nation
should have a full belly, access to food that didn't come out of a trashcan or dumpster.
No matter ones station in life, if you have a job and can feed yourself and or your family, fine.
If you don't, assistance would be readily available to vets; the unemployed; the homeless;
families with larger needs. Anyone that's hungry get fed, period.

I'd like to see all of the above, go global. It can be done. It should be done.
In the future I envision it will be made so for any and all of humanity.

Least I forget, in the near distant future, I want war to become a downtrend.
It is an outdated mode of bullying those countries that have so much less.
Look at Syria. Look at Palestine. Look at Croatia and Serbia.
And so many other vile examples history has shown.

But, again, I digress. What was the subject?
Oh, yes, the future. I also wish to see community
college made freely available to any and all.
Posthaste on that one, I might add. And did.
An educated nation is an aware nation.

As for religion, I'd like to see it put back
in its place in the future. Mega churches
and their equal ilk should be taxed
as of yesterday, preferably.
This does not include-
community churches, mosques, temples.

About what I'd like to see the future hold
there is so much more verbiage I could add.
More science! More space travel! More cowbell!
More and equal civil rights for all. Everybody!

In the future, abortion wouldn't be a political
or religious issue. It would be a legal option,
a woman's choice. Fair and balanced taxation
of the super rich. Time for them to hitch up
and get their tax paying on like the rest of us.
Also, in the very near future, I'd like to see
cannabis decriminalized, legalize; coal and gas
industries tanked, solar and wind energy
at the forefront. I could go on and on, again.

But, it's not fake news, I've run out of steam.
Now, it's time for you to have your say.

What kind of a future do you want?

[darkness0within]

What future do I want to see?
An end to the eternal circle,
The endless rise and fall of society,
Pointless wars banished to the past,
And people to actually start working together,
For the common good of all,
A future where the word profit has no meaning.

[aims]

A future where the word profit has no meaning.

Woa, baby, that's you and me dreaming
if only it were the dream collective
then i guess it might be prospective!!!
But, you and I both know
for some it is a show
not sincere carrying the force of will to perservere!!!
but keep on believing
when folks like us give up
we are done with the deceiving!!!

[moseley]

convolve, conform, confirm, contrive
con-victs, conviction, convention
the whole code, is not dying,
it is rewriting, somewhere between will
will and won't,
if ever we live in a world of substance,
the real quest lies
in what you can live without
most things, most feelings
created by a mind, we did not control
a mind we were given,
given a piece of everyone's mind,
just not our own, not us
not we are, just supposed to be
suppository
and that mind keeps company with shit
and like a good quantity poo
all that ideology, should have a good exit
a poo exit, or pexit,
always get the shit out,
too mant trying to stuff it back in
but that is not our mind
that is not us,
less is not more, more is not needed
so much is just horsehit
and the solitary us, is more
only because it is in the back
of some overstuffed closet
everyone shoves more into
we all could come out of that closet, if we could get past it all
we might emerge as babes in the light
for once, seeing who we are
and we might need a good shower
a good wipe
and a deep breath....

[anirbas]

*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*

(I know not your initial inspiration for this piece, beloved Jam, but, as I read, I had tears in my eyes.
As it felt like a gentle statement piece for the mental condition of our country. It is deep. Deep stuff, man. As always.)

[anirbas]

take a deep breath inhale
the universe we share open
eyes once blinded
see clearly love
thy neighbor
is an honorable responsible
tenet exhale all that is stale
in the mind and spirit release
tension and useless ideologies
that stagnate communication

open those arms once held stiffly
across a rigid body envelope
engage in your surroundings
if not in total understanding
with bright tolerance and love
invite a stranger
to become a friend
initiate a conversation

as humans we are all
infinitely fragile creatures
however our time on this world
we've built is finite
war is a high dollar whore
and it's time to crawl off
of that jaded bitch
and wrap our collective minds

hearts spirits and energies
into healing this planet and its children
rebuild what we've torn to splinters
bombed to smithereens around the globe
promote equanimity and equality
for all of the global community

[aims]

For all of the global community
It is soooo about immunity
stop condemning your children
to lack of immunity
take a chance
that the lake of advance
is lees the the path of regress
let us confess that we do not know
but the way so far does show
that immunization is the best way
as of today!!!

[phantasm]

The best way as of today:

That's what we're all wondering about, isn't it?

What's next?

There's got to be a way,

One that's fair for everybody

Everyone agrees society has gone astray

But we're thinking in opposite directions

We're never going to agree with one another, ultimately

But each side going its' separate way would be just as disastrous

As one side dominating and bending the other to its' will

Why is it so hard to love people who are different from you?

[aims]

Is it so hard to love people who are different from you?
It shouldn't be,
but we all long for matters to be settled,
and our varying degrees of surety in our own convictions
when confronted with those of others,
make us long to convince one another,

To let others hold their convictions as tightly as we hold our own. . .
seems to somehow conflict, as if alowing their convictions to be equal
to resoect them
to give up the instict to reject them as valid,
is in some way an admission that our own conviction's certainty
is in question,
If only we could all agree on this one thing
that living in harmony and equal respect with our fellow humans
IS MORE IMPORTANT than that of planting our flag and laying claim to the world
for ourselves and only those of like mind,
and is truly the only road to lasting peace.

[anirbas]

An amazing treat to find you've been by, Amy! You've been missed, sweets!

[phantasm]

Truly the only road to lasting peace is inner peace

We are a world restless for newness

It's our strength and our baggage

In the flurry of the typical business cycle we have people wondering,

"Is this all that there is?"

We have crazy drivers on the road, desperate to get from one end of town to the other, but

To what end? What's the rush?

We've been sold TVs and we've been sold a bill of goods

We've been told to want new things, advertisers implant new desires into our minds

What happens when we want things that are bad for us?

Will they sell us the seeds of our own destruction for a quick buck?

People were once hoodwinked into believing cigarettes were good for them, you know

Corporations have hooked themselves to our stomachs, to our hearts, to our gonads

They drive people to spend and buy more and more and more

How do we disentangle ourselves from this exploitative system?

[aims]

"How do we disentangle ourselves from this exploitative system?"
we must first learn the difference between happiness and momentary pleasure!
then we will have found true treasure!
a treasure that has no price tag
indeed no tangible form!
it is the wellspring of love
and it comes from within
there is never a need to acquire more
we are given an endless supply
because it is this we are mean to give. . .
this is why we live!