Black Poetry : Bitterology

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  1. AfroBoricuaRoni

    AfroBoricuaRoni Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Cut me a break
    Cut me out the biggest opportunity
    And the perfect chance I could ever recieve
    Cut out happiness
    And paste these shapes
    Onto my macaroni portrait
    Put it in a fancy frame that would
    dignify this situation
    Because I'm feeling pretty low
    No one told me that life would be easy
    I'm lost finding my calling when no one needs me
    I still try though
    It just gets hard, you know?
    So hard and bittersweet
    And little old bitter me
    Sits so miserably

    --Roni Tubens
     
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    nabraska Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Bittersweet sorrow,
    felt that pain,
    hollow out some joy
    and to life regain;
    Regain the smile, the happiness,
    and such--
    do you know how to paint a smile on others
    with the stroke of an intelligent brush?
    I bet you do, so begin again,
    set down your worries friend, pick up that pen
    and leave your worries on the ground....
    some how balance must be found, some how balance must be found


    I know that feeling of despair, I hope this little something helped to bring you up a little bit
     
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    AfroBoricuaRoni Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A much awaited balance to be found
    Yet can't be seen anywhere around
    I've been searching these grounds
    And it feels worse than it sounds
    Somehow the bigger picture fuels me
    To crawl to the light at the end of the tunnel
    The load is too much to carry in this bundle
    Like the rooster I stand up straight before the sky
    Screaming out hoping God hears me when I cry
    He told me to keep going
    And I tell Him I try
    He told me there's more refinement to endure
    And I ask him why
    Despite my waiting I got no reply
    So I turn around and sigh, I turned around and sighed
    Hoping there was a place I could run to and hide
    A quiet place where I could regain my pride
    And heal the wounds inside
    To give me courage to go outside
    And face the world again
    To conquer fears again
    To fight my own battles again
    To look them in the eyes again
    And stand on my own two feet
    It's tough to believe that this isn't the end.

    **Thanks Nabraska! That was mad real and mad sweet.
     
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    gempis Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This hits me deeply, sister, because lately I've been despairing at the futility of everything, too. I try and I try and I pray and I pray and there is no answer. I hope you continue to flow on this piece, as you are speaking for me. Much love.
     
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    Roni, you got me with this Bitterology of yours, I can dig it!
     
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    The originality of the title...
    is beyond words...
    I found myself anxious to
    get inside the new world
    you'd posted within this
    galaxy of poets...

    and sure enough...
    you exceeded my expectations
    and brought me to the threshold
    of regret plus pain...equaling
    "Bitterology"...

    You dropped science...
    Sage
     
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    bitter to the taste,
    gentle to the touch.
    pain loves us,
    just a little too much.
    and we sittin' 'round idle,
    cuz we too drunk to be sober.
    and too hurt to be cuddled,
    we only move when we're asked to come over.
    but as you said,
    it's get's hard--but only for a while.
    for it wasn't meant to be easy,
    that's why they call it a trial.................
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    awesome write here u really did it up on this piece
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Yes, I agree with sage that the title was so original, and cool....:). But also, when you have so many poets flowing with it, you know you've hit on something deep and real. Flow on....