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WAITING PATIENTLY November 21, 2008

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(from Tuesday, November 18, 2008)

Wondering what you’re thinking…

Are we on the same page here?

Is this as much a game to you as it is to me?

Thinking I should just walk away, focus elsewhere:

Invest my time in something worthwhile,

Not sticking around to catch future developments.

Going on my merry way.

 

Patience is what I fake best, though.

Attentiveness, always ready and willing,

Thankful for whatever crumbs you fling my way.

Intently watching your every “move”,

Engrossed in all the “signs”.

Now I’m sick of it, have half a mint to change things up,

Take my awesomeness and go,

Leaving you stranded with nothing.

Yet I am waiting…patiently.

-Essaytch

Birds of a Feather November 21, 2008

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(from Thursday, November 20, 2008)

So many feet pounding the pavement

Hustling to and fro,

A current of humanity moved

By the motion of the moon.

Lives being lived,

Some in fruitless struggle,

Others in the hope of future pleasure

Or in the search of current ones.

 

We move past one another,

Often not taking notice unless our paths cross.

Little moments of contact creating ripples either

Felt instantaneously or not until they crash against the shore

And come crawling back,

Surprising us and creating waves.

 

So many thoughts, never taking word

And flying away to be snatched out of the air by others.

They sit, like baby birds in the nest,

Growing, changing, becoming what they are suppose to be

When they are finally forced out, required to take flight

Or fall to their deaths.

 

My thoughts,

Like a flightless bird, meander along,

Picking up bits along the way,

Bumping and crowding each other as they fight

For space on the iceberg.

Every once in a while, being pushed

Off the edge, as a test for the others,

Of the danger that might lurk below the surface of calm.

The dark dangerous depths

 hiding unimaginable tragedies or joys.

Once safe,

the other plunge into the depths in pursuit

Of that which is desired

Or needed for sustenance.

-DJ Nezz

Sage Wisdom? November 21, 2008

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(from Wednesday, November 19, 2008)

A penny saved is a penny earned.

But didn’t I already earn it?

So…

A penny saved, is a penny earned twice.

But I didn’t double my money, did I?

A penny saved isn’t two cents.

So…

A penny saved is your penny to keep,

Nothing gained, nothing lost.

-DJ Nezz

Circa 1984 November 21, 2008

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(from Tuesday, November 18, 2008)

Night has come and

The city lights twinkle below.

I am left…

Angry and frustrated

After another day at work.

Big Brother,

Protector, mentor, and

ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS!

Rules are set,

Never to be questioned.

“Hush up little one,

Just do as your told.

Don’t ask questions I don’t

Have answers for. Don’t ripple

The pond or you will face consequences.”

Repercussion are violent and angry,

But never address the problems,

Only cover their butts

Like children in fear of their parents.

TRUTH,

Swept under the rug.

Orwell was a mystic –

Fear won’t work on me!

-DJ Nezz

Monday Challenge — No “T” November 17, 2008

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As a master of free-verse poetry, DJ Nezz has grown tired of Monday Challenges dealing with form and rhyme. Instead, he offered up a doozy of a challenge: Write a poem without using the letter “T.”  Simple in concept, it turned out to be harder than originally thought.  Just count how many “T” are in this opening paragraph and you begin to see the difficulty. However, per usual, Essaytch and DJ Nezz put out quality work and surpassed all expectation, with personal introspection being the topic of choice.  Enjoy!

REBORN

 

Reminiscing of good old days
when life was simpler.

I was in diapers, no cares or worries.

 

Now, worlds collide
and days fly by–

Memories smashing, and before we realize…

 

BAM!

 

Life is gone.
And I’ll be looking down on you
and all my worldly remains:

 

Overjoyed and simple once again.

-Essaytch

 

Hope in Handcuffs

 

Happy days are far away,

Dying on horizon’s behind me

As I face roads growing ahead.

Grasped in golden handcuffs,

My dreams crash and burn,

Middle-class slave labor brings me down.

Awash,

I furiously bail  my ship sinking.

Will I drown?  Carried to the ocean floor

Wrapped in weeds of despair?

Hope signals, a beacon in clouds of melancholy.

Help is coming, only hold on for a second.

Glorious new beginnings lie ahead.

-DJ Nezz

Can’t Win for Losing – A Haiku Friday Trio November 17, 2008

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(from Friday, November 14, 2008)

Living in your filth
It’s enough to make me run:
Slowly going nuts.

* * * *

I would force you out
But your mess would still remain.
Still living in hell.

* * * *

Foot in mouth disease,
Made a big fool of myself.
What else is new, right?

-Essaytch

Gates of Fire – A Haiku Friday Trio November 17, 2008

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(from Friday, November 14, 2008)

Others succumbed first,
Held out like Leonidas,
Finally fell too.

* * * *

Scratchy, burning throat
Leads to an ascetic life.
Less now leads to more.

* * * *

Crisp, clean, clear water
Extinguishes the throats fire,
Draco has no voice.

-DJ Nezz

THE COMEDIANNE November 17, 2008

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(from Thursday, November 13, 2008)

Unbridled hilarity is the issue of the day.
How much is too much? Check what you have to say.
Do you spout it all out just because you can?
Or do you reign it in a bit, tone it down, devise a plan?
Is it all about the funny? Do you have something to prove?
Can you leave the lighter side, and make the audience move
With emotion? Tug the heartstrings, stir up a tear or two.
Nah…to hell with serious! Funny girl, it’s all about you!

-Essaytch

Philosophy 420 November 17, 2008

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(from Thursday, November 13, 2008)

What is right and who is wrong
in this subjective morality tale
or God designed world where
his all-powerful abilities are unable
to coexist with his all merciful personality
as his followers balance the hypocritical
tendencies that occur between the peaceful
message and the forceful conservatism of the truth
gathered with faith which is the ultimate paradox
of something that is not provable but exists for the
purpose of explaining the improvable nature of
the supernatural world in which we live in
whether we are the dominant life form or
just a twig off of the small branch connected to
the large branch that is supported by the massive
trunk from which we all spring in unity to continue
harmoniously in the path that we belief is correct
whether it is truly right or wrong.

-DJ Nezz

MAESTRO November 17, 2008

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(from Wednesday, November 12, 2008)

Mind made up to go left,
suddenly we’re taking a right.
Decided quite firmly to give up the fight,
Now I’m back in the ring again.
Twisting and turning my mind and my decisions
to align with your own.
Playing my weaknesses against your strenghts,
You’ve discovered how to play me just right.
A symphonic, yet discordant menagerie of sound
Conducted masterfully by your baton.

-Essaytch