Author: poetryfest

Peggy made a huge mistake
when she baked a
grocery store celebration cake.
She put a D
where a T should be
in the middle of the
word CONGRATULATIONS.

The customer was pissed.
But Peggy kept silent
as the irate woman left the store
without paying for her order.

Peggy’s manager docked her pay,
and yelled at her for making
such a stupid mistake,
to which Peggy replied:

“Look, I never went to college
and there’s no spell-check when baking a cake.
And I’m sorry I screwed up, but I think that D
will taste just as sweet as a T,
so I’ll take that cake home for my kids to eat.”

Forgotten dream

I’m looking at you

Without your courage

You look so funny

With years of dust

Forgotten dream

Where have you been?

Were you not mine?

I am too old, I am too rusty

Forgotten dreams

Forgotten goals

So many of you

Circling my head

Leave me alone

I have no power

To make you happy

You had a chance

20 years ago

Forgotten dream

Don’t be so mean

Leave me alone

Go to the younger

Go to the braver

I feel so broke

Seeing your parade

Forgotten dream

Leave me alone

“Sing Anew, O Freedom”

O, hark! Let Freedom sing
Of times anew, times to be
Of days forgotten, days lost
O, see her embark, taking wing
Flying upon all that lives
“Joy!” She exclaims!
Dark clouds near, now disappear
Light shines in heaven
Let the earth be illuminated!
Freedom and Justice, her friend
Liberty her companion
And more gather in the skies
To sing a new, yet familiar tune.
She is not satisfied,
For Mankind has abandoned Truth,
Her closest confidant.
O, hark! She sheds tears as diamonds.
Joy continues to be silent to her cry
Happiness left the land long ago,
But has promised to return.
“O, Love! You abound in hearts and minds
Perhaps Hope will heal Mankind.”
She sighs again, with Liberty at her side
Patience shows her face;
She is followed by Grace,
And finally Strength,
The legend that trampled Evil to its grave.
Strength lifted up her voice
“O, hark! Today is the day!
Let us join once more
We may face War,
We will serve with Honor,
We will uphold Peace,
And Joy will follow in our wake.”
Freedom stood, looking to the North
“Verily, Strength has proclaimed
And lamented words heard before,
From the voice of Truth itself.”
Thus was the resurrection of Truth,
And it came forth
From the heights and depths
To reclaim its rightful place.

Dreams are dangerous
They make you see green lights
on distant docks
that fade in the fog of reality.
They make you believe Old Sport,
of course you can change the past.
They keep you asleep through the
dangerous night when you should be alert
and while they may make you better than
all of the rest of that dreamless crowd,
they will leave you alone in a cold pool
on a chilly morning to face the consequences
to stare at the man with the gun
unblinking
and take your punishment for having
dreamed
too much
too long
too morrow
old sport.

I purchased hell on sale
A free sin ،came with 99 cents
The stock of Hell’s went way way way up
On the principles of supply and demand
I formed nonbelievers NGO
God tried buying all the franchise
The blind learned the sign language
The one with eyes
Begin rubbing eyes on Braille
Virgins sold their clothes on sale
Naked window shopping became vogue
Wingless flies buzzing over bitter honey
Tiny ants on crutches
Drooling began, licking their lips
Saks Fifth Avenue’s window
Elderly homeless Began mating with manikin
At Halal food’s carts
Halal pork’s Gyro is selling out
The mutes taking the oath of silence
The voiceless muezzin
Stuck his fingers in his ears calling for prayers
Students in the subjects how to fail in exam
Cheated and passed
Non believes Bought insurance
Against God’s command
Come come come get your coupons
Hell is on sale
99 cents with free insurance
Aristotle ownes rights to hell

Dear oh dear

Life is a whirlwind of color and colorless objects that seem non-existent yet I can still feel them under the pads of my fingertips which no longer seem to feel after I lost the intertwining of our fingers while our lips made fireworks explode into the sky.

But oh dear oh dear

I no longer feel

With my lips nor fingertips

I no longer have the fireworks or sparks fly

Our fingers no longer intertwine

You broke the spirit I had built from day one of my life when you said you had visions of me dying

I feared dear

I built walls dear

Yet

You broke the spirit of I.

Genre: Dark, Painful, Rhyme

Another brutal morning. Empty bottles on the floor.
Covered in sweat and piss, all I can think is, ‘Need more’.
I’ll have to crawl to the bathroom. But my body is aching.
Hopefully, I’ll just vomit twice and then shit without shaking.
I need water and I’d say food…I haven’t eaten for days.
How did it ever get this bad? I feel so lost in the haze.
I might have some hand sanitizer or some mouthwash left.
Without some amount of alcohol in me, I’ll be totally effed.
God, I really need help. Suicidal ideation sets in.
Death would be sweet relief, but I’d rather live in sin.
If I can make it to the store, I have to steal the booze.
I’m way too hungover to care. What have I got to lose?
I’d sleep more if I could, but my thoughts are still racing.
I think of my ex’s, my dad dieing, and all the problems I’m facing.
Booze will soothe the pain and silence all the chatter.
It always does. Always will. It’s the only thing that matters.
I am a slave to alcohol. And so was my deceased father.
I have to quit and start over. But, today? Why bother?
The Devil’s Brew.

Performed by Val Cole

Performed by Val Cole