Tucker08087
Tucker08087's JournalThe Last Time
The Last Time
If I had somehow known
That the last time
Would be the very last time
Would I have turned around
And given comfort
Would that have been such a crime
Everyone around me
Feels that it’s their choice
To ignore my voice
Question my judgement
And each step I take
While my heart aches
Somehow I thought you’d come back again
And I’d let you in
Reaching for heaven but dipping slowly into sin
Believing
That it wasn’t too late
While trying but failing to
Turn love to hate
If I had somehow known
That I’d need a heart
As hard as stone
To move mountains
All on my own
But I didn’t know
I didn’t know
It’s so easy for others to make the call
To risk it all
When all they can offer are words
But it’s too late
I’ve already used them all
Over and over again
As I tumbled into free fall
Somehow I thought you’d come back again
And I’d let you in
Reaching for heaven but dipping slowly into sin
Believing
That it wasn’t too late
While trying but failing to
Turn love into hate
If I had somehow known
That the last time
Would be the very last time
Would I have turned around
Pretended I was blind
Spoke aloud what was on my mind
Would I have turned around
And touched your face
For the very last time
Would I?
Need 2 poets!
I was nominated for an International Poetry Challenge called #PeetMeNot. I don’t understand the hashtag (or what “peet” means. It started in India by an award winning poet. I was nominated by a man in Florida. It’s an 8 day challenge (8 poems). Just FYI, it’s through Facebook, which I tend to avoid, and you must also post a picture of yourself each day.
Today is my 6th day. On my 8th day, I’m supposed to nominate one or two new poets to carry the torch. If anyone is interested, please let me know and, if it’s not too much trouble, could you send a sample?
I’ve mostly been creative with my pictures, showing only part of my face, but yesterday I just took a selfie. Today I’m using my face but with a veil. I don’t think there are specific rules about the photo, which for some reason for me is the hardest part. If you are considering it, I’d be happy to send you a few of mine.
I know we have very talented writers here at DU, so fingers crossed! 🤞 💕
Preaching to the Choir
Preaching to the Choir
Death in daylight screamed to us
A message to the wise
Close your heart to evil now
And open up your eyes
On the narrow walk of fate
Balancing life’s high wire
You’re passing down divisive hate
Preaching to your choir
Yesterday’s mistakes repeating
Lessons learned in vain
History repeats itself
Bleeding from the pain
Your words come back to haunt you
Hiding behind guns for hire
Amplify insanity
To feed your rabid choir
The masses rise up now united
Left with little choice
A force of solidarity
The world now has one voice
You’re stumbling to the gates of hell
A blackened soul on fire
You’re not fooling anyone
Just preaching to your choir
Violence, lies, and bigotry
Are all that you inspire
False prophet for the worst of us
Preaching to your choir
Burn It (from Trump poetry)
This was written as lyrics, so it’s repetitive....
Burn It
There’s change in the air
There’s blood on the streets
We’re drawing the lines
We’re up on our feet
It comes down to now
It’s wrong or it’s right
We’re standing our ground
We’re ready to fight
Burn it, Brother
Burn it down
Turn it, Sister
Turn it around
The future’s here
It’s the past again
Burn it down
So we can rise again
We worship false gods
And choose money over souls
We count as worthless
The sick, the homeless and the old
We’ve shielded ours eyes
Away from decency and light
Now we’ve awakened
To find a terminal night
Burn it, Brother
Burn it down
Turn it, Sister
Turn it around
The future’s here
It’s the past again
Burn it down
So we can rise again
There’s change in the air
There’s blood on the streets
We lift our voices
We’re up on our feet
This is our moment
It’s wrong or it’s right
This is our future
We’re ready to fight
Burn it, Brother
Burn it down
Turn it, Sister
Turn it around
The future’s here
It’s the past again
Burn it down
So we can rise again
Enough (From Trump collection)
ENOUGH
The flames of fire from yesterday
Burns my face with shame
We’d pretended that things were different
Deep-down they were the same.
Black rock below our feet
Our marching footsteps like a roar
This time we cannot allow
Things to go on as before
So we rise up and stand together
We need to end this forever
It’s been said
We all bleed red
Enough
Hating people for no sin
But the color of their skin
Is a cancer on society
That will eat us from within
Destruction swirling all around
So dangerous I want to leave
But I can’t unsee what I’ve seen
We heard him saying, “I can’t breathe.”
So we rise up and stand together
We need to end this forever
It’s been said
We all bleed red
Enough
Poetry in The Time of Trump
We wrap ourselves in Stars and Stripes
And hide behind God’s might
Proclaim false persecution and
Pretend we’ve lost our rights
Humanity and Justice
Are left bleeding in the street
Equality stands silently
While brotherhood just weeps
I’m on my knees
I’m begging please
Can you forgive us for our sin
I pray for you
To guide us through
This nightmare that we’re in.
Those who walked before us cry
The man who had a dream
We parrot back the words he said
But don’t know what they mean
Oh my Lord
Forgive us for
This ugly thing
That we’ve become
We turned our hearts
Toward the dark
Instead of toward the Son
I’m on my knees
I’m begging please
Can you forgive us for our sin
I pray for you
To guide us through
This nightmare that we’re in.
Preaching to the Choir
Preaching to the Choir
Death in daylight screamed to us
A message to the wise
Close your heart to evil now
And open up your eyes
On the narrow walk of fate
Balancing life’s high wire
You’re passing down divisive hate
Preaching to your choir
Yesterday’s mistakes repeating
Lessons learned in vain
History repeats itself
Bleeding from the pain
Your words come back to haunt you
Hiding behind guns for hire
Amplify insanity
To feed your rabid choir
The masses rise up now united
Left with little choice
A force of solidarity
The world now has one voice
You’re stumbling to the gates of hell
A blackened soul on fire
You’re not fooling anyone
Just preaching to your choir
Violence, lies, and bigotry
Are all that you inspire
False prophet for the worst of us
Preaching to your choir
Drowning in Grief
? Maybe as a title?
Very personal and I think it’s pretty. I live on the coast, so I find I often use salt water imagery.
Lying in our bed alone
Your touch-
Your touch too far to reach
Memories of we
Wash over me
Like waves rolling on the beach
First they’re lapping at my edges
Then I’m crashing to the ground
The swirling tides of yesterday
Left me-
Left me almost drowned
And I was falling
Twisting and tumbling in the surf
Couldn’t find the place between heaven
Between heaven
And the earth
The darkness of pain was suffocating
Looking up and searching for the light
Almost didn’t care
If I ran out of air
I’d lost
I’d lost the will to fight
The tears, they left me breathless
Like the rolling crashing of the waves
Clinging to some picture perfect fantasy
Of more idyllic days
And I was falling
Twisting and crashing through the surf
Couldn’t find the place between heaven
Between heaven
And the earth
The tide, you know
It ebbs and flows
But never looks for fault
Washes away
The pain of yesterday
But leaves
Leaves the taste of salt
And the rippled sea of life
Even after all these years
Baptizes me
With seasoned memories
Tasting vaguely of my tears
And I was falling
Tumbling and crashing through the surf
Couldn’t find the place between heaven
Between heaven
And the earth
One more for today. Still no title.
Lying in our bed alone
Your touch too far to reach
Memories washed over me
Like waves upon the beach
First lapping at the edges
And then crashing to the ground
The swirling tides of yesterday
Left me almost drowned
And I was falling
Twisted by the surf
Couldn’t find the place
Between heaven and the earth
Running out of air
Reaching toward the light
Almost didn’t care
If I’d lost the will to fight
The tears, they left me breathless
Like the rolling, crashing waves
Clinging to some memory
Of more idyllic days
The tide, you know, it ebbs and flows
But never looks for fault
It cleans away the sharpest pain
But leaves a trace of salt
And I was falling
Crashing through the surf
Couldn’t find the place
Between heaven and the earth
And the rippled sea of life
Even after all these years
Baptizes me with memories
And tastes vaguely of your tears.
An actual love poem. (You're probably relieved)
PURPLE
It’s the purple I love in my memories
The plummed sunsets just before black
The red of the fire and heat of desire
Turn violet at point of impact
The scent of the summer is purple
And the wings of the geese flying South
But my fondest of purple reflections
Is the warm, grapeful taste of your mouth
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