For those who prefer final frontiers, profound pioneering, and bigger boundaries...
About little poEms, BIG poEms, or those in between. One word, or one millenia, or one letter:
You may post as many as you want here, (please, however, not over 19 in a row) otherwise follow the guidelines found at this link, a/b the things legalese.
http://www.adhdnews.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=10159& PN=1&TPN=1
aNd No thiNg Nasty
I just need a wife.
Or someone to
L O V E M E
F o r
who
I
A
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An admirer encouraged me to consider the statement above a poEm of the "Hakui" (sp?) style.
As Anti- is the Author, I encouraged me to post it here... (6-;
BTW, anyone can use their creativity as they see fit. If another's idea triggers some of your own, go for it.
Cant' really see you using haiku form as it requires economy and subtlety
Form and balance, with occasional creative sarccisistic commentary...
Mindless Warrior-Sunshine Light
Mindless Warrior-Sunshine Light
The time has come again as it did yesterday
Will you rise up beside the clouds to poke another hole in the earth?
or
Will you bow down to kiss the ground you walk on...
[QUOTE=Countrygirl]The Haiku is the shortest form of poetry in
Japan. Traditionally, it is a 17 syllable poem usually about
nature, using descriptive words to tell a story or make a picture in
your mind.
Passion, pulse, rhythm
In the grass beneath the stars
Beating hearts as one
The great thing about poetry is it is from your
soul, a part of you, there are no rules that you have to
apply. Thanks for creating a post for sharing, David.[/QUOTE]
Hey Cg,
You
are welcome. Thanks for contributing with your poEm. When you said
nature, I was thinking of Japanese plums. But that's not what your poEm
was about, eh?
Bouncing bellies, like
Belly dancing, populates
The earth with kisses
Of sweet li'l ADDer Miss's
Form and balance, with occasional creative sarccisistic commentary...
Okay. I've thought about it. I misspelled it the first time. Should read
sarcciristic
sarcc·ir·is·tic
adj.
- Expressing or marked by sarccirism.
- Given to using sarccirism.
sarccirism:
n.
- A witty use of words used to convey something different from and often tangential to the literal meaning as a humorous or farcical interlude in a serious literary work or drama, especially a tragedy, in order to heighten the emotional impact by means of contrast or rhetorical effect with the intent to separate and divide into factions those with psychological conditions characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem.
i·ro·ny
- The use of words to express something different from and often opposite to their literal meaning.
- An expression or utterance marked by a deliberate contrast between apparent and intended meaning.
- A literary style employing such contrasts for humorous or rhetorical effect.
z
m, sz-)n.
- A separation or division into factions.
- Disunion; discord.
sarcasm
n : witty language used to convey insults or scorn with the intent to woundnarcissism:
- A psychological condition characterized by self-preoccupation, lack of empathy, and unconscious deficits in self-esteem.
- Erotic pleasure derived from contemplation or admiration of one's own body or self, especially as a fixation on or a regression to an infantile stage of development.
- The attribute of the human psyche charactized by admiration of oneself but within normal limits.
d'o
these were great, remind me of some of mine. been alone for quite some time, with a head full of rhyme that describes each moment of my time, of this hell called destiny that's mine. it's good to finally find someone of like mind, who writes back without the usual adhd attack, that totally throws me off track, because i cannot believe their mental lack as they turn and leave me facing their back.
talk later david,
jackie
I love haikus too - wanna hear one of mine??
David Hasselhoff -
Why do Germans Love you so?
We may never know
HEy! What's this one?
Only one that I can be,
Master of me own destiny,
Looking for a ship to sail the sea.
I better go and let you free,
See you later; I AM D!!!
After a beating by the sADD brook.
To be sung to the tune of 'We Were Sailors"
In cadence with a Naval accompaniment.
d'o
these were great, remind me of some of mine. been alone for quite some time, with a head full of rhyme that describes each moment of my time, of this hell called destiny that's mine. it's good to finally find someone of like mind, who writes back without the usual adhd attack, that totally throws me off track, because i cannot believe their mental lack as they turn and leave me facing their back.
talk later david,
jackie
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To my friends, those of ADHDeration, and the ADHRnation, I will go on record as having been accused of mental lack, but will never intentionally leave you facing back. It may be impulsive distraction, but never intentional. However, you oughtta come and see this>>>>!
To those of whom are not of the above, face my sarccirism...
Not to be Forgot
Blue smoke mountain, Ouachita
Hear the voice of the people call
In the sound of the waterfall
Wanting to be heard
Feel the dreams of the people die
Look for visions in the sky
Wanting to be found
Owa-chito mongst the trees
Sorrows heard in the cool night breeze
Trail of Tears for the Cherokees
Not to be forgot.
Countrygirl
[/QUOTE]
Chevre!! Muy bonita Countrygirl !
Sherry
Gracias Sherry - I don't get much encouragment for my poetry around here, so it's nice to hear.Another day of sunset skies
Mix the dough for chickepot pies
Sing the song that no one hears
Read my stories, face my fears
Write the musicals lashing out
What was that commercial about?
When is dinner? Is it that soon?
Walk the dog and see the moon
It's ok, I burned the meat!
i CAN'T complete this minor feat,
Look around myself and pray
Hope to make it through today
Anni
Like your syle Anni - NiceBefore
I am
what I is
I was in
tears, for thy fallen Ones...
Sometimes,
I
Still
a
mm
. .
. .
. .
Great EYES!!!
I SEE HIM!!!
Great EYES!!!
I SEE HIM!!!
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Yes! there are things...words and actions that scream out,
Never Seen... Never Heard...They wringle up...Fade to Yellow and are No More!!.
O it's all DavyBoys Fault! ..... He Started this Thread...
Oh! It is only Fun... So... Let it Run.....
.. On and On til...
my diagnosis of ADD back in 1999.
It's Brighter Out Here
Ranting about my delusions
Bent over every sound
Twisted mental intrusions
I wonder how you stick around
Incomplete grandeur
Pieces all over the place
Never matters to you,
How do you keep a straight face?
Emotions fuzzy,
Never quite tuned in
Incoherent broadcasts,
And still, you're hanging in?
Click. What was that? A distant answer lights,
Shining on every archived year
I'm going off to find it, Going with me?
Or you'll wait right here?
Hey, Honey, look! This place is much brighter
Hon, C'mere! Out here I can finally read my mind
Hon? Honey? Really?
You were out here the whole time?
Wow - you guys are so good! And here I give you my sad though original "haiku to baywatch star".
Very impressed. Next time the poetry muse whacks me I won't bitch-slap her like I normally do - I'll grab her by the toenails and get a ditty out to you all - if you'd like to see some of my work. It's ok I think - and it's all me!
[QUOTE=Countrygirl]I hear voices telling me
Youll never be who you want to be
Your dreams are mere insanity
A carrot on a thread.
MY FAMILY ARE THOSE VOICES
TELLING ME I'LL NEVER BE
ABLE TO BRING MY DREAMS TO REALITY
BECAUSE OF MY INSANITY.
BUT, YOUR CARROT IS NOT ON A THREAD
IT' S ONLY THE VOICES IN YOUR HEAD
GOD GAVE YOU THOSE DREAMS TO FULFILL
ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE AND WILL
YOUR DREAMS WILL COME TO PASS
AND YOU WILL SURPRISE THE WHOLE MASS
OF PEOPLE WHO INDIGNANTLY
SPOKE TO YOU WITH IRREVERANCY
AND THEN TOOK UP RESIDENCY
INSIDE YOUR HEAD,
WILL WATCH YOU SUCCEED INSTEAD.
I KNOW THE DARKNESS OF THE LIES THAT CROWD YOUR HEAD
ESPECIALLY TOLD BY THOSE WERE THEY SAID
WHO EVERYDAY GET THEIR EGOS FED.
TELL THEM YOUR HEAD IS NOT THEIR HOME
AND YOU DON'T CARE IF IN THE DARK THEY ROAM
BUT NOW ITS TIME FOR THEM TO GO
BECAUSE YOUR HEAD BELONGS TO YOU AND IS NOW THE HOME
OF ALL THOSE DREAMS FROM LONG AGO
THOSE PEOPLE WHO BECOME A DREAM DETRACTOR
JUST DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE SILENT GOD FACTOR
AND YOU WILL REACH YOUR DREAMS WITH HEART FELT LAUGHTER.
from jackie
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you feel you're floating
while you're sinkin' like a rock
climbing up a landslide
while you're slippin' on the moss
listen to the hissin'
of the stars as they slide by
stare into the burnin' sun
without ever knowin' why
ya don't know why now.
wonder where you wander
with you're eyes all a glazed
floating through the furnace
though you do not feel the blaze
you feel you're floating
while you're sinkin' like a rock
climbing up a landslide
while your slippin' on the moss
sliddin' up and a-slippin' down
you're heads been spinnin' round n' round
it's always the same old thing
sliddin' up and you're slippin' down
you're heads been spinnin' round n' round
it's always the same old game...and some sh*t will never change.
I've copywrited that song so don't go stealin' it suckas!
This isn't ADHD related, but it is a poem my husband wrote for me and it makes me happy.
I should say you are the sun,
every thing I see is in your light
I should say that you hold time,
that tomorrow comes from you
I should say heaven is yours
the angels sing your name
I'd like to write a song
to be sung only for you
But it's hard to find words
that are enough
I greet the night in your arms
just to hold onto my dreams
I wait for the sun to rise
just to see you in the light
Til then the moonbeams
play off your face
I'd like to write a song
to be sung only for you
But it's hard to find words
that are enough
Maybe I'm a dreamer,
but you're a dream come true
Copyright j. Allen R. Day
:)
Here is one I started to write this week...it's a work in progress so bear with me. This is what I have so far:
"when I'm stuck with a day, that's gray and lonely
I just stick out my chin, n' grin n' sayyyyyyyy
oh, the sun will come out on tuesday
bet your dirty bottom blues day
that on tuesday,
there'll be sunnnnn"
It needs work, I know.
[QUOTE=HeidiMarie]This isn't ADHD related, but it is a poem my husband wrote for me and it makes me happy.
I should say you are the sun,
every thing I see is in your light
I should say that you hold time,
that tomorrow comes from you
I should say heaven is yours
the angels sing your name
I'd like to write a song
to be sung only for you
But it's hard to find words
that are enough
I greet the night in your arms
just to hold onto my dreams
I wait for the sun to rise
just to see you in the light
Til then the moonbeams
play off your face
I'd like to write a song
to be sung only for you
But it's hard to find words
that are enough
Maybe I'm a dreamer,
but you're a dream come true
Copyright j. Allen R. Day
:)
[/QUOTE]
Very nice poem, too. Very nice sentiments.
The good ol' days . . .
HeidiM - Beautiful! Thanks for sharing, makes me jealous thou - The only poem my dh wrote for me was for VD went something like
Shopping for your gift made me quite pensive,
Wrote you a poem, because gifts are to expensive.
and he gave me a package of flower seeds to plant because flowers just die.
Just realized my abrieviation for Valentine's Day could be misconstrued a bit.
Yeah, like a lot! What did flowers have to do with , with, uh, better not think that here....
Here, I'll write you an Measles poEm:
I was sick.
Kissed a girl,
made it stick.
Thought she loved me,
This is true,
When she hit me,
I was blue.
x Davidornado
[QUOTE=Davidornado]Yeah, like a lot! What did flowers have to do with , with, uh, better not think that here....
Here, I'll write you an Measles poEm:
I was sick.
Kissed a girl,
made it stick.
Thought she loved me,
This is true,
When she hit me,
I was blue.
x Davidornado
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You've gotta gift,
Jerry's Poem
I Want You
Feeling kind of funny,
Her heart did skp a beat.
What was this she’s feeling,
Were those tiny feet?
A new emotion gripped her,
Not knowing what this is.
But surely this belonged to her,
As surely, this is his.
The happy day, soon arrived,
Through struggles, though it came.
It’s a
So Jerry is his name.
Jerry’s eyes soon opened,
While blinded by the glare,
What is all this fuss about?
Oh!...I can only stare...
Who is that one who wants to cry?
Standing over there?
Come hold me please,
For you see,
Jerry's Poem
I Want You
Feeling kind of funny,
Her heart did skp a beat.
What was this she’s feeling,
Were those tiny feet?
A new emotion gripped her,
Not knowing what this is.
But surely this belonged to her,
As surely, this is his.
The happy day, soon arrived,
Through struggles, though it came.
It’s a
So Jerry is his name.
Jerry’s eyes soon opened,
While blinded by the glare,
What is all this fuss about?
Oh!...I can only stare...
Who is that one who wants to cry?
Standing over there?
Come hold me please,
For you see,
* *
. .
. .
. .
He's cute! (makes a wonderful avatar!) I wrote this poem for your little Jerry, his DadD, and you...
Just curious, was he with you when Jerry was born? I kind of pictured him standing aside, looking on, with all these big feelings. Please forgive me if i got a little presumptuous...
He was there :) This poem my husband wrote when Jerry was a few months old.
I'll take it from here dad
There is perhapsJARDAY
no greater thing to have writ
than this: a son
whose beginning was mine
but whose body and ending,
whose purpose and conclusion
is all his own.
That I, the poet,
may enjoy the poem,
having not been plagued with writing it;
That I, the poet,
may find it complete,
having not ruined it with my own name;
That I, the father,
May finally call myself a poet--
not for having written a poem
but for having seen
word for word, line for line,
with perfect purpose and clarity:
the greatest of poems
write itself.
http://protempore.org
WOW
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Little itty bitty bugs.
Living deep inside our rugs.
Just like mom and dad and me,
Like to kiss and give big hugs.
Mom and Pop and Sis and Bro.
They would like for you to know,
That for them to do a show,
They won’t need a row to hoe.
Little itty bitty bugs.
Dancing deep inside our rugs.
Would you like to be like them,
Giving hearts some great big tugs?
Pop and Mom and Bro and Sis.
They would like to share a kiss.
One hug, two hug, now dismiss,
They sure love to hug and kiss.
Little itty bitty bugs,
Dancing all around the floor.
One kiss, two kiss, three kiss four,
They would like to hug some more.
Aunt and Uncle, Nephew, Niece,
Grandma Grandpa finding peace,
All now want to get some hugs,
From these itty bitty bugs.
Come on now, show your love,
And you will not have to shove.
To get in and get some hugs,
From these itty bitty bugs.
Little itty bitty bugs,
Dancing, prancing with their hugs.
Calling all of us to come,
To dance by them inside their rugs.
Many more kisses many more hugs,
Many more itty bitty bugs.
Millions of kisses millions of hugs,
Millions of itty bitty bugs!
Little itty bitty bugs.
Dancing great inside our rugs.
Just like you and me and them,
Like to kiss and give big hugs.
Tears for Thy Fallen One
Like one thats been written before.
But, in its very own way, its new,
So new, its like precious ore.
But this storys not new, dear friends, believe,
Theres Someone whos felt this before.
From deep in His heart, His tears also shed,
For your Precious and you; even more.
A Serious Poem On the Passing of Marty
By Davidornado
Hi all --
I've really enjoyed all this beautiful poetry...I do a little writing, although mostly essays and short stories. I have written a few poems, though...I guess I can share one or two.
Looking Glass
Gazing deep into the Looking glass
Observing, introspective
Grey pools of unspoken feeling.
Deep waters of hope
Stirred by rains of circumstance
Streams of pain mix but not polluting.
Is that what you see
Or does a sunny smile cast a glare on the truth?
Bend down closely and see
A reflection of you in me.
Dip a cupped hand to taste this mixture
Clouded with unknown ingredients.
The taste is bitter, strong
A comforting elixir
Shared
Common
Experience.
Dabonbon
I eat raw fish.
I eat red meat.
I eat fast foods.
I eat slow foods.
I eat white meat.
I eat nuked foods.
I eat hormone foods.
I eat processed foods.
I eat processed bread.
I eat chocolate ice cream
Know what the problem is?
Life sucks.
Then it kicks you.
Then it kicks you again.
Harder.
My head hurts
I've been thinking
My head hurts
I've been trying
My head hurts
I've been weeping
My head hurts
I've been striving
My head hurts
From too many thoughts of how to fit in
Too many efforts to connect and failing
Too many tears shed in the dark
Too many, too many, too many
I'm tired of not being enough or being too much.
Dabonbon
This isn't my line, but I do believe that the Ramones summed up the way weall feel with a single line from the song Bonzo Goes to Bitburg (which isn't at
all about ADD)
"My brain is hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down"You know, I never did file an ADHDer Historical Statement on myself, just never knew what to say. My life was so ADHDerated, and ADHDled, that nothing I could write would do it justice. So, I procrastinated in writing it. Until today, when I found an acceptable way that reflects a part of who I really am, regardless of what others tell others, or think, they know... This is me. Just me.
The Ballad of DavidOrnado
In cold of snow, did she conceive?
In dark of night, the next days eve,
The David one, in pleasure pain.
Whod touch the world, once, and again.
Young he was, child prodigy,
With greatest strength, and Energy!
Walk did not, but bounce and run...
For the World was made for fun!!!
Of this, and that, did he so care,
Find him here, and there, then, everywhere!
So many things, did he mind,
Of earth, mountain, and then, Mankind
Why, oh, why, did I have hope?
Why, oh, why, did I have love?
I held my heart bared, just for you,
At risk, to reach out, this you knew.
The Lord, he sure saw, he was not,
But with His blood, yes, was he bought.
A Godly man, with faith so true,
He fought the fight, and Jesus, knew.
Human love, did miss, his heart...
In this they failed, though tried their part.
Good looks, great eyes, they said he had,
Yet searched the years, our lonely lad.
For One with whom, hed share his life,
The One hed love, and call his wife.
The One for whom, his heart would pour,
The likes of earth, heaven! to tour
Compassion boundless, passion knew,
He could love, twas very true!
Find her did he, one summer night,
And for a time, they did alright.
Why, oh, why, did I have hope?
Why, oh, why, did I have love?
I held my heart, bared just for you,
At risk, to reach out, this you knew.
With lifes long journey, labors, hard,
Souls, now seven, the lovers guard.
On pain of death, did struggles wreak,
An empty heart, that could not speak.
The dearest ones, too early flew
This earth, of lands, and skies, so blue.
On things they lost, their love grew dim,
From out of all, naught left, so grim
So one forlorn more try was made,
With aim to please, and make the grade.
This too became, a painful loss,
Then his presence, was as dross.
Two decades plus, life pushed, then shoved.
It quenched their hope, and speared their love.
The door was shown, with tearful eye.
A bitter look; naught a goodbye?
Why, oh, why, did I have hope?
Why, oh, why, did I have love?
I held, my heart, bared just for you,
At risk, to reach out, this you knew.
His heart did love, that maiden bright.
But days were hard, with fears at night,
Too, restless thoughts, might end it all,
When Healer came, and stopped the fall.
Anti-Ds, Ritalin, too
Did the trick, part of the brew.
Coaching skills, with coping mechs,
Prevented death, amongst ship wrecks
Rejected, beaten, down he went.
Suffering greatly, strength all spent...
Abandoned now, lone lover knew,
His need: just one! To whom be true?
Why, oh, why, did I have hope?
Why, oh, why, did I have love?
I held my heart bared, just, for you,
At risk, to reach out, this you knew.
Then one day, within his search,
He met a dear girl, near a church.
Befriended him, oh, yes! she did,
Did not treat him, like a kid.
As a flower, begins to bloom,
It adds a bright light, to a room.
Taught she did, new love to him,
And anew, life rose, again!
Saw in him, a brilliant mind,
Taught him art, beauty to find.
Encouraged did, his wit and prose,
Touched his heart, as life, arose!
Then this hope, it too was dashed,
Within The Storm, which boomed, and crashed...
Amongst the hurt, the fear, the pain,
Words were flung, like stinging rain...
Why, oh, why, did I have hope?
Why, oh, why, did I have love?
I held my heart, bared just for you,
At risk, to reach out, this you knew.
The agony, pain, woe of grief,
Why did tales, become the thief?
The Storm did rage, Tornado wind,
It stilled their love, now so chagrined...
Cold did set, like winter chill,
Ice crystals formed, cov'ring the hill.
The tomb of love, now lay downcast,
As hopes banner, hung at, half mast.
Why, oh, why, did I have hope?
Why, oh, why, did I have love?
I held my heart... bared just for you,
At risk, to reach out, this, you knew.
Our hero, mortal, cried, and wept,
At the loss, of friends, thought kept...
But why no death wish, did he feel?
Because his heart, her love, did heal...
What was learned, in trials hard,
Insight lost, now gained this bard.
Despite their love, that was so brief,
It turned for him, a brand new leaf!
In loss tis likely, right to gain,
True love indeed, despite his Name.
From lightest touch, of love, so bright!
New morning springs, out of, cold night...
With the warmth, of Sons full ray,
Does Davido, stroll, through the day.
Depths, despair, no longer start,
As threats, to still, his beating heart.
Although alone in his new world,
A man, sinner, with hope unfurled.
Is able now, to find new love,
His heart, strengthened, from God, above
Why, oh, why, do I have hope?!
Why, oh, why, do I have love?!
Ill hold my heart out, just to you!
At risk, to reach for, love, anew...
Thanks to all of you who have accepted me as I am: just me
And to those who cannot, or will not, my tears are shed for likes of thee.
Ready or not, WORLD! Here, I COME!!!
By DavidOrnado
My heart is an open thing
No shadows within its depths
Nothing to hide, fully present
Vulnerable to breaking.
My hands flutter to my breast
Attempt to cover open places
Where words strike and maim
And find their bloody rest.
My heart is an open thing
Beaten, pierced, twisted,torn
Scars and tender flesh combine as one
But I'm waiting,givng, loving.breathing
Anyway.
Dabonbon
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Jesus
Will watch.
I know where I'm going.
And it's a boat with sails in which I'll be flowing.
The Captain has called His crew,
And though there are many, they'll be few.
Sounds like you'll also be setting sail,
As with your faith, how can you really fail?
It's not so much the who's there when you leave,
But it's how you get there, and with Whom, I believe.
D ~
I love your poetry...I would like to give you a head's up about a great poetry forum: http://p207.ezboard.com/poeticconstellations
I'd love to see your prose posted there.
Dabonbon
D~Thankyou, I will check it out.
No thing better than to shout:
Here's the help you need, O World!
With His love in heart, unfurled.
D~
Oh, what a fun time,
Talkin' in rhyme,
Baring your soul,
Climbing out of a hole,
Reaching for the sublime.
Wonderful pleasures we have yet to see,
When will we be "all we can be"?
Not in this world,
Will our soul be unfurled,
That day will come across the Great Sea.
Hoo!
Jim -
baring your soul
while climbing out of yet another hole
is the sign of self security
that others in the same hole will see.
and they will look at your pain
and say "ah, i feel the same."
"maybe my life is not in vain."
and then one step at a time
they will begin their climb
not ashamed to bare their soul
to help someone else in that hole.
because you were humble in soul,
and were an example for them to extol,
they will help the next person to reach the goal
of climbing out of that darn hole.
wonderful pleasures we already do see
with these brains of ADHD
i'm sorry - but i wholeheartedly disagree
for i believe that God is making us all we can be
just like everyone else in this world you think is free.
odd as it may seem,
our souls are more unfurled than you deem
to be true, in this world where we feel so blue
we've had no choice but to be true.
so our brain cells might be dying one by one
but God still meant for all of us to have fun,
so understand inside that wonderful brain
God will cause you to have great gain
in this life now even during your pain.
and in the life to come He will unfold
glorious mysteries still untold
one wonderful day for our eyes to behold.
ore grey than blue
I'm not much to look at
My eyes more grey than blue
I lean away from slender
My hair a brownish hue.
I know I'm not so pretty
I'll never turn a head
Violins don't follow me
Laughter follows me instead.
I'll always be the outcast
The flower on the wall
To you it means I'm nothing
I matter not at all.
It matters not I'm in'tresting
Or I never tell a lie
I'm loyal to the very end
And I can look you in the eye.
I know I can be pushy
Enthusiastic with my heart
I speak whatever's on my mind
That's not always very smart.
I've never been a whiz at games
My feelings I can't hide
I simply give all that I am
What's out is what's inside.
I've never asked for anything
Just the chance to be your friend
But you assume your beauty
Is the object of my yen.
I thought that you were deeper
But it was just a cruel charade
You only skim the surface
To be real you are afraid.
Relieved to hear from me no more
You think you have escaped
You're nothing but a coward
A monumental fake.
It seems I may go friendless
Until the day I die
But far better off am I than you
I'll never live a lie.
ay from slender
My hair a brownish hue.
I know I'm not so pretty
I'll never turn a head
Violins don't follow me
Laughter follows me instead.
I'll always be the outcast
The flower on the wall
To you it means I'm nothing
I matter not at all.
It matters not I'm in'tresting
Or I never tell a lie
I'm loyal to the very end
And I can look you in the eye.
I know I can be pushy
Enthusiastic with my heart
I speak whatever's on my mind
That's not always very smart.
I've never been a whiz at games
My feelings I can't hide
I simply give all that I am
What's out is what's inside.
I've never asked for anything
Just the chance to be your friend
But you assume your beauty
Is the object of my yen.
I thought that you were deeper
But it was just a cruel charade
You only skim the surface
To be real you are afraid.
Relieved to hear from me no more
You think you have escaped
You're nothing but a coward
A monumental fake.
It seems I may go friendless
Until the day I die
But far better off am I than you
I'll never live a lie.
Yup
You are
not a victim.
You are a survivor.
I will be your friend.
I am your family.
Never alone,
Are we.
With
Him
Yes
!!!
!!
!
If they only let me
But it's not my fault
I can feel them there
Reach out to them with passion
The unknowable power of True Love
Then as struck by an enemy missile
Ejected as failing, while falling
In fear, they always
Missed it did not
Struck the wing
Struck the heat
Struck the core
Struck the heart
Seeking Freedom
Locked up Instead
As a Nightmare
Dead
Am
I
To
Them
But not to The One
Dababon, i wrote this the day you posted your poem, i apologize for taking so long to post it. jackie
Dababon, I have something for you to think upon:
my family called me the "pretty" one
but of their respect i had none.
Boys at school would flirt with me
but my insides they didn't want to see.
I'll always be the outcast
but not a flower on the the wall
'cause even the wall flowers don't like me at all,
so alone i stand out in the hall.
I did feel heartache
and many times my heart it did break
over being left alone
because i walk to a different melody and tone
and many nites i've thought, while digging thru my purse
this being the "pretty" one is just a doggone curse.
In April of 1998
at the table my family ate.
My husband and two boys
who were then off to play with their toys
making all kinds of noise.
In May of 1998
a message came one day very late
that now there would be a change to my future and my fate,
because cancer part of my body already ate.
Now i told my husband our challange that lay ahead
He said "our challange, nothing" and found someone else instead.
This man i married 12 years ago
couldn't for me let his love grow
this woman, his wife of several years
so, Dababon, there i stood in tears.
I just didn't want you to think
that the other side was rosey and pink
and that all was well
as though we never went thru hell
for from my heart there is much to tell
about standing all alone out in the hall
not even a flower pasted on the wall.
The grass is never greener on the other side
it's all about keeping your pride
so from others you don't feel you have to hide
keeping everything you are and feel way down deep inside.
No matter what side of the fence you're on
people are people and for something fake are willing to pawn
a true, deep, growing relationship that could have lasted from dusk until dawn;
just for an easier road to walk on.
So you see
from everyone they flee
leaving broken pieces on the ground.
they leave without even a sound and never even turnaround.
It seems my heart always ends up in the lost and found.
Jesus said "for who a true friend can one find"
people few and far between understand how to be kind.
But Dababon, even though it's true and sad
and has the elements of making us mad,
in my heart i am and yours too we can be glad
that we're not the ones that leave and follow every fad.
Today again alone i stand
with no one to hold my hand
No, not one friend stuck around
when my life dropped to the ground.
There's only one Friend that i know
who said He'd never leave me or go
and although with our eyes He's not there to see,
my heart and your heart He absolutely can set free!
Jesus said, believe in me
your steps i too have walked and wanted to flee
but my example to you is - stay - so that you can see
all the Father had in his heart for you, Dababon, to be.
Thanks Jackie...I know you're right, and I am touched that you would share your heart with me. Everyone in this world has their own personal pain and lives in their own kind of hell...It's just part of life and our tears will not be wiped away until we are eternally with Him.
Blessings to you -- Bonnie
[QUOTE=poodledoodles]Davidornado, maybe you could call me poodles for short,
poodledoodles, How is that?
Look back one page for this and that.
Edit it just now, did I.
Did not want to make you sigh.
Applelogic for the diss'.
Did not mean to stir you, miss.
Excited was to see your bump,
My thoughts did pre-maturely jump.
Appreciate your words so kind,
Correcting, not dissecting, mine.
ADHDers you must understand,
And that, my dear, is very grand.
So to you I doff my hat,
Go find and stroke your kitty cat.
It will begin to space and purr,
Like all ADDers, everywhere;
When their actions aren't dissed,
B/c pro-priety they missed.
Maybe the World does have a hope,
If non-ADHDers climbed our slope.
As you have done, and surely shown,
An ADHDer need not stand alone.
An Apology poEm
x Davidornadog
Don't think knon-ADHDers do, with calm.
They like to hear the sound of voices.
Maybe the non-verb's give them choices.
They don't believe what we are saying.
"Liars!" they would be loudly baying.
Yet with the clearly written word,
They would themselves be found absurd.
'Twas not work, but fun with noodles.
Letters are but stringing lines,
Spaghetti on a page, so fine.
Words to smythe are so much fun,
I love to sit and do not run
away from this, a daily challenge
to wrought good works, like Messiuer A'Longe.
Now that was tough, to find a rhyme,
with that challenge, and not much time.
I like to spend as little much,
To find the right write words, and such.
In my head they bounce around,
Then out my hands, and hit the ground.
Off they go, like little imps,
Make us all laugh, even whimps.
An auThor, poEt, artIste am I,
But did not study, know why do I.
Bio-Science was my major,
But then woke these, quite like a pager.
Off they went, when one dear friend,
Believed in me, and time did spend.
Showing, proving, the need for 'art',
Even though I had no start.
So on and on and on I go,
Having great fun with this show
Of talent and a brilliant mind,
Reaching out to touch mankind.
Although an ADHDer through and through,
While bloodied to a pulp so blue,
Continue on, regardless do,
I with these words, so dear, and true.
See you later, deer alligator,
Hope you found a good food waiter.
I know the meat you ate was fresh,
And tasty, as your flesh refreshed.
A Why Am I poEm
x Davidornadog
A poem, by Davidornado
I'm headed West.
No straight road--
A Web at best.
A Poem, by Davidornado
August 29, 2005
Ladybug, ladybug,
What do you here?
Stuck in the middle,
All full of fear?
Better get out,
Or you'll think in your head,
I'm stuck in the middle,
Better off dead.
ADHDerhead ADHderhead,
What do you hear?
Stuck in the middle,
All full of fear?
Don't be afraid,
Look up to the sky,
He'll help you to know,
And find out why.
Made this way,
you are for a reason,
Although to mankind,
It do look like treason.
Bipolar or soft,
They'll call it all day,
But saves does the world,
When ADHDers do pray.
It's not just the visible,
or that which is seen,
to which ADHDers contribute,
There's Power to Glean.
With all our wild passions,
and rich multi-tasking,
God listens to us,
While in prayer we're asking.
So worry do not,
your ADHDerhead now,
Instead look around,
And ask the Lord how.
A TheopoEm
x Davidornadog
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X Marks The Spot
It's been a long road from there to here
There, being a place of disillusionment with life
Here, being a place of acceptance and peace with life
How did I travel that path to where I am now?
I ran, I walked, I tripped, I crawled
Not knowing the way, or where I was going
All I could do was move forward
Sometimes with my eyes wide open, sometimes blindfolded
And with life's usual injustice, things were backward
Eyes open to constant abuse and ugliness
Eyes closed to beauty, magic and love
It seemed from the dawn of my creation I was doomed
Destined to leave a trail of blood with every step
Wounds inflicted by everyone around me, including myself
My own self-loathing the sharpest knife in the drawer
Why, I wondered, had I been dealt such horror?
Why was it so impossible for anyone to like me?
But still, I endeavored to turn my other cheek
I must have turned it a billion times plus a billion
Until I was dizzy with desire for martyrdom
So, I stopped
And I laid down in the middle of traffic
Praying a semi full of destruction would run over me
Of course, one should be mindful of what one prays for
As that semi came barreling for me at top speed
I could be lucky, or just plain stupid, but I moved
I moved a fraction of an inch to dislodge a piece of gravel
Causing an irritating itch in my will to survive
As I scratched at my survivor bent, it responded
By picking me up out of my suicidal direction
Turning me to a back road rarely traveled for its bumps
The ruts and potholes of self-discovery can be jarring
But they shake out lies, negativity, and resignation
By the time I hit a stop sign, I was emptied of it all
Room was made to clearly see the map I suddenly found in my hands
X marking the spot of here and now.
~ Dabonbon
The vulnerable child
She stands away from you,
Your odd eyes consider she,
You amongst your friends
Use the same eye to see.
You share your private joke,
And that it mocks her, she does fear
you amongst your friends
use the same ear to hear.
And when she walks away
a fun event did you all share
you amongst your friends
use the same heart to care.
Despite all your eyes, ears and hearts,
you still don't see, hear or care
That in a corner she sits all alone,
Trying to patch the hole in
her heart you have torn
there.
God Bless the ADHD child...
A poem, by well... Me:)
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AUMNIVERSE
I dreamed a dream
and in this dream, I found myself
within an auditorium,
spacious and vast.
People, people everywhere,
in concentric circles, seated facing
centre stage where there, the orchestra,
seated facing lone conductor;
his waving motion of arm and hand,
nobly directing the symphonic dance.
The multifarious instrumental sound
resonating through air, walls and in the ears
of the audience, silent and in awe.
The scene before my visionary eyes,
transforming - the symphony, softer now,
quieter, melting into gentle sea of silence.
The conductor, now a dot, a miniscule dot
of infinitessimal size,
in the centre of, not an auditorium
but a vast and beautiful mandala,
of intricate patterns of every spectral hue.
I now approach this central dot
and there, I enter within, I know not how;
I hear, though not with mortal ear,
total silence, yet of wondrous harmonies
and I see, though not with mortal eye
a multi-dimensional infinitude
of ever-unfolding energy.
So awestruck indeed am I,
to here, behold and deeply penetrate
the supreme and fundamental Tone,
on which the symphonious fabric
of entire and living cosmic mandala,
resonates it's energies and sings. ---
It is the AUM. (OM).
....and no, I don't experiment with drugs and never have done.
and another:
SONIC DREAM
Seated, am I;
mine eyes, in contemplation, closed.
The hum of whirling fanblades
in endless revolution, behind me.
The monotonic tone thereof,
in stereophonic aura,
surrounding me.
Yet, 'tis more than monotone that I do hear;
for my ears perceive also,
harmonic offsprings in varied hues,
engendered by the father tone;
each cadencing in pentatonic waltz
upon the ladder'd scale.
So intricate and beautiful, precise;
a sonic microcosm
of the cosmic language,
that, when time was born,
did speak the Seed-Word, Divine -
Let There Be... !
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A poEm, x Davidornadog
Although I like them here or there.
I do not like my butt to bare.
To the snow that is so cold,
And dare I say, I'm not so bold.
I will not ride a snowboard, ma'am.
A skiier, you see, that's what I am.
A snow poker, with two slick sticks.
No knuckle dragger with neat tricks.
Tahoe, Mammoth, Summit, too.
That's where you'll find me turning blue,
From lack of warmth or no O-2,
You'll hear me screaming woo-hoo-hoo!
Why do I inflict such pain?
What's this ADHDer stand to gain?
Can't tell you why I love this so,
But skiing I do have to go.
Epi dump or since I'm five.
The thrill's what keeps me half alive.
Thanks for thoughts of asking me,
Why and where I like to ski.
What do you like to do?
Here's a poem I wrote for an assignment last semester in a philosophy class (we got to be creative!):
According to Plato, to reach knowledge, the mind moves through 4 stages of development: Imaging, belief, thinking and rational intuition...
Live, Learn, Love
I once dug a hole to China,
never did quite get there though
Thought the clouds were made of fluffy cotton,
as they drifted to and fro
"My dad should be the president",
he was the smartest man alive
I only saw a part of him,
The rest would not survive
I saw things on the surface,
not the way they truly are
Had to keep the "status quo",
The most important thing by far
Many hearts and minds are sacrificed here,
we never should ask "why"
A life of living in denial,
how dare we ever try
Most of the time I was a rebel,
questioned everything in life
one day I stopped the rocking boat,
then became the dutiful wife
My intuition did finally prevail,
I could not deny the truth
Cannot pretend I am in love,
would rather fly the coop
Had to come back to my senses,
back to the real me
His looks no longer satisfied,
inner beauty I did not see
Lisa @$#%&*!^
A Nother poEm x Davidornadog
Hey-O, Davie, face so fair,
Why you grow such lengthy hair?
On your fair lips, plump for kisses,
Is it that you await your mrs.?
No, dear me, tis so not that.
It's like to why I wear a hat.
Long ago I could not do it,
So once I could, I would not through it.
Now that times have long gone by,
I do not want to shave, nor try.
For I am quite satisfied,
With who I am, and not who's died.
For many did I suffer long,
Without my doing any wrong.
They wanted me to like them be,
But all I want is too be me.
So leave me be just as I am,
And I'll leave you without a jam.
Imagine what it's like to see,
A DavidO who is just like me.
Happy!
Who are you to speak of life
What a bubble you must live in
I live in a much darker place
The home of the unforgiving
For you to quench my simple thirst
Alone would take long ages
In your terms, by your book
I am the lines between the pages
So dont walk by and give your glare
Nor do I need your wisdom
Cuz believe it or not, where you call home
Snot quite the sugar kingdom
And dont indulge in my despair
The way I think is leaner
Dont even think of hopping sides
This grass is not so greener
The poEm thread, where did it go?
To answer that, I do not know.
Find it surely, then I'll show
How to like it, slow and low...
A poEm, by the Cabezeroman,
Davidornadog
Freed Love
My love for you is an eternal fire. A rushing river.
It's restraint was needed, to fulfill a promise.
I denied it's existence, I covered the flame until smoldering.
I built a dam to calm the waters.
It's heat, it's powerful rushing waves, remained just beneath the surface.
A longing untouched, denied.
What should I do? Should I, for the comfort of others?
Should I, for my desperate devotion?
Should I, to forever hope for the unattainable?
Should I, for you or for me?
The cover was lifted, the heat rose...The flames unconfined, rushed to the air of their survival.
The dam could not hold. The river broke through,
overflowing to it's destination of contented freedom.
No longer held and hidden.
Freely moving and guided by a coherent path...
To the place it was meant to be.
Lisa %*&$^#@! (bepatient)
here is one from Spike Milligan - a depressive, addled, eccentric type:
said mum to mabel
keep your elbows
off the table
do not eat peas
with a fork
your mouth is full
don't try to talk
keep your mouth shut
when you eat
keep still or you'll
fall off your seat
if you want more
you will say 'please'
don't fiddle with
that piece of cheese
if then we kids
cause such a fuss
why do you go on
having us?
to which the answer i guess is: in the hope of having an un-Addled one. are ADDers by nature a disappointment to their parents??? i suppose so. constantly having to be changed and altered - never quite good enough the way they are. such miserable offspring we are! maybe one day they'll manage to genetically screen out ADDers and voila! no more problems for parents and society ---
hurrah! the downside i guess is likely no more poets, painters, religious thinkers, inspirational musicians, innovative scientists. what a boring, barren, souless world - just the sort of place normals would consider heaven i guess. no tricky people wondering about the meaning of life and questioning authority and being unable to conform - what a relief!
spike milligan also wrote this about his children passing their respective exams with honours etc.:
"i'm not sure what this all means, but according to the System this is a good thing. I'm not sure that adults should be putting such measures on, as yet, immature young people. we impose adult measures on children, and of course they grow up like us --- is that a good thing?"
Words For Grandpa
You have your greatest wish
To be with your Lord
My heart delights for you
as I know that the peace
which passes all understanding
is forever before you
You had a gentle strength
A way about you
that gave comfort to others
Always a smile
that warmed my heart
You kept some secrets
that mom and dad
still don't know about
You let me learn my lesson
in your quiet caring way
You passed to me
a passion for life
A hope in God
I saw in you
A temple of the Lord
A vessel for spreading peace
If I can be like you
I will been more like Christ
Thank you for your love
For your wisdom
For you caring ways
Your love will always be with me
in my heart
As memories of you
will remain in my mind
Your Granddaughter,
Lisa
I don't need the help of a man
I can do this on my own
I can make a happy home
On ward and up ward I will go
Each day I will grow
Lelahello everyone my name is jerry
my picture of me is really scary
Removed. Maybe put it back another day.hello everyone my name is jerry
my picture of me is really scary
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best poem ever!!!
Roberto
Figuls
En Memoriam
1955 – 2006
En Paz,
Descanse
Hey, Roberto!
Maje! Q’ tal?
Te buscamos
en su forestal!
No estas,
ni en su casa,
Y ya el
tiempo se nos pasa.
De sus huelles,
falto hallar,
Ni su vos puedo lograr.
Aquí, allá,
se ven sus hechos,
De su vida, muy derechos.
Y buscamos
la intensidad.
En los
montes, jungla, nieve,
En días
claros; en los q’ llueve.
Su amor y
amistad,
Nos hace
falta, en realidad.
Fuiste
‘migo, maje, hijo…
En su
Nombre, si, me fijo.
Quieto quiere
estar mi alma,
Los dolores,
q’ se calman.
Con
esfuerzas ya no puedo,
Porque sin
ti, yo me quedo.
Bien
triste, aquí solito,
Sabiendo
que, en momentito,
Nos
reuniremos, allá con El,
Señor Jesús, amigo fiel.
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We lived together for three years.
I lived with his family as a junior in high school.
He lived with mine as a sophomore.
He lived and worked with me after my first marriage, before his only marriage.
We visited each other practically everytime we found each other in their country.
Now, he's in an undiscovered country.
His wife, my cousin-in-law, is very sad.
Pray for her, please.
I was borne on the wrong day.
Or was I conceived on the wrong day?
"In pleasure pain, did she writhe,
knowing well, an ADHDer'd scythe...
{By his choosing, a wordish smythe}
...the world one day, in his wit,
whilst dealing with, all sorts of sh*t,
Posting daylong, in blue he writ."
An Other poEm, by
Dvenornadog
He's so close to my heart
that son of mine,
he means the world to me.
I try so hard to make things right
but sometimes it feels like it's not meant to be
I tend not to say he is ADHD
Not from shame,
but because it's a label
Too many times we have been judged
Gossip it did enable
Thoughtful, loving and sweet
Are some words that spring to mind,
He is someone you'd want to meet,
funny, energetic and kind.
My heart breaks for him right now,
as he goes through another tough time.
Just when you think things are going great,
Another mountain is ahead for us to climb.
I worry for his future,
will he be OK?
His self esteem we try to nurture,
but it gets a beating every day.
I wonder all the time
"What am I doing wrong?"
Maybe he'd be better off with someone else
who can help him get along
Today I feel like a failure
as I send him off to school.
It's the last place he wants to be,
he says it's "hell" and that his teachers are fools
Excuse me while I wallow in self pity
I promise, it's just for a moment
I long for some normality,
A day of peace and contentment.
My tears flow freely as I busily write
It helps to let it all out.
Ready to face the afterschool onslaught
of rage, frustration and time out
If this is the way it's meant to be,
then I wouldn't have it any other way.
I wouldn't swap him for anything,
I love him more than I can say.
WARNING !!!!viewing this poem may offend. If you are of a sensitive disposition do not read further. I warned you. then again you may find it highly amusing. Each to his own.
I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee.
And I can justify
any shopping spree.
Don't go to a barber,
but a beauty salon.
I can get a massage
without a hard-*n.
I can balance the checkbook,
I can pump my own gas.
Can talk to my friends,
about the size of my a*s
My beauty's a masterpiece,
and yes, it takes long.
At least I can admit,
to others when I'm wrong.
I don't drive in circles,
at any cost.
And I don't have a problem,
admitting I'm lost.
I never forget,
an important date.
You just gotta deal with it,
I'm usually late.
I don't watch movies,
with lots of gore.
Don't need instant replay,
to remember the score.
I won't lose my hair,
I don't get jock itch.
And just cause I'm assertive,
Don't call me a bitch.
Don't say to your friends,
Oh yeah, I can get her.
In your dreams, my dear,
I can do better!
Flowers are okay,
But jewelry's best.
Look at me you idiot...
Not at my chest????
I don't have a problem,
With Expressing my feelings.
I know when you're lying,
You look at the ceiling.
DON'T call me a GIRL ,
a BABE or a CHICK .
I am a WOMAN.
Get it?, you D*CK!?!
This poem is only dedicated to the men that deserve it.
That is no one man on this forum (yet) ok ?
My hands were busy through the day,
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me, please, to share your fun,
I'd say, "A little later, Son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night,
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door.
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For life is short, and years rush past,
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side.
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no children's games to play,
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear.
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy, now lie still
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
-Author unknown
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
that poEm is sADD,
and so's rayray, too...
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Worldisround
That poem is profound
I'm sure we all relate
that to a degree, we control our fate
My kids need me more
than those dishes or that stoopid floor
My house will be a mess
but who cares, my kids are THE best!!
A Tale Of Two poEms.
by Davidornado
These are two true sadD stories.
One is about my future stepdaughter.
The other is about my misled daughter.
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Father Rejects Daughter |
Daughter Rejects Father |
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A bright young girl, growing, alone, Driving a car, having left home. For, you see, her daddy had gone. Found his life in a bottle of rum. So she faced her days with smiles, some cheer, Yet struggles inside with sighs and tears. Dying within, since she cant hear, I love you, honey, nor feel him near. Yet life she drew from her mamas love, As mama drew strength from Heaven above. Somehow, somewhere, shell find that love, That fits her heart, like a hand in glove. She had no DadD to love her. She needs a DadD to love her. Shes looking for a DadD to love her. There is a DadD that loves you. Ill be that DadD that loves you. Ill be that DadD that loves you |
My personal pain, comes like His Cross, Suffering greatly from my daughters loss. For you see, Im a DadD, alone. Her momma said "No more, be gone!" So I face my days with smiles, some cheer, Yet struggle inside with sighs and tears. Dying within, since she wont hear I love you, honey, nor feel me near. Hope lies in life drawn from our Fathers love, May we draw strength from Heaven above. Somehow, somewhere shell find my love, That fits her heart, like a hand in glove. She has a DadD that loves her. She needs that DadD to love her. Shes looking for a DadD to love her. There is a DadD that loves you. I am your DadD that loves you. I am your DadD that loves you! |
ADHD
I sit here alone, as I so often do,
Looking through pictures, pictures of you.
I think of the good times as a family we've had,
But lately they seem far outweighed by the bad.
I know you're unhappy and it makes my heart ache,
If wishes came true, then your place i'd take.
Your heads filled with anger, your heart filled with pain,
For you i am fighting, but i'm feeling the strain.
I'm not always patient, sometimes i go mad,
I scream and i shout and then lord i feel bad.
Cause the last thing you need is more anger and hate,
You've had plenty of that in your life up to date.
No one knows of the loneliness or the tears that are shed,
They don't care how your feeling, what's going on in your head.
They see a boy naughty, what a pain you can be,
THEY should try living with ADHD.
This morning you hate me, i'm sure that you don't,
"I'll hate you forever", i'm sure that you won't.
Whatever you say and whatever you do,
The fact will remain that i'll always love you.
I pray for you daily, i cry for you too,
I cry for my child to no longer be blue.
So, if there is a God and he's listening to me,
Please try lessening the heartache of ADHD.
This poem is only dedicated to the men that deserve it.
That is no one man on this forum (yet) ok ?
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What
About
ME???
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Man!
Do U Edit a lot or what???
Hey, you aren't an "Editor", are you...?
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No more excuses
I have no more excuses
now just one reason
to explain it all simply
now is the season.
The stealing, the worry
the chaos, the pain
the highs and the lows
drove me insane.
Failed at marriage
flunked at work
somehow I always thought
that “they” were the jerk.
The troubles life has
I’ve seen more than my share
I thought God gave them to me
because He knew I could bear.
From the bad choices
about love and about money
to the bad decisions I made
for you, my honey.
The worrying, the moods
it all has a name
the anxieties and depression
all one in the same.
I have the answers now
my life seems so clear
I am embarking new adventures
my mind no longer a smear.
The puzzle is complete
what an arduous task
Every piece where it belongs
and I can take off the mask.
With this one reason
I completely understand my life
I no longer look behind me
I no longer have that strife.
I no longer have that turmoil
that raged a war in me
I will be a better self
Life will be better, you’ll see.
I see hope in my future
for better days to come
for true peace and serenity
for all days, not some.
k.ley
644am
041009
Puzzle Pieces
Im looking for a puzzle piece
One with a perfect fit
Im looking for a puzzle piece
Ive been searching quite a bit
My lifes a shifting puzzle
The pieces come and go
Its really quiet confusing
Thought Id let you know (there is no rhyme or flow)
But at the core theres something more
Or is it something less?
Either way Im here to stay
To make the pieces fit
Find a piece then lose a piece
Lifes puzzle has no amount to count
But still Im looking for the piece
Though its an endless search
Some people glue their finished puzzle
And hang it on the way
I say to hell with that
Mix it up and make something new
A cluttered brain cannot abstain
Although it hurts the same
You wont get far playing by the rules
But thats in the rules of the game
Im looking for a puzzle piece
One with a perfect fit
Im looking for a puzzle piece
Ive been searching quite a bit
Distraction
I'm cutting in and out of reality,
transmission signals fading and weakening.
Customer service must be on lunch break again.
And I'm thinkin' about summertime afternoon,
pictures in the clouds; windows are such a distraction.
PAY ATTENTION!
I'm supposed to be PAYING ATTENTION!
And I'm thinkin' about lunchtime edibles,
skittles in my lunchbag; too bad it's only 9 am.
I gotta make the world stop turning,
it's such a distraction . . .
maybe I'm the distraction . . .
mind's drifting away
perceiving just a fraction
of the action.
And I'm thinkin' about hotwheels, barbie dolls,
fireworks are the best; why can't I bring them to school?
A-D what? H-D huh? So sorry I wasn't listening.
And I'm thinkin' about Saturday cartoons,
weekends are the best; too bad it's Monday morning.
POP QUIZ? What?!! Why didn't you warn me?
Now I'll have to play my favorite game:
Fill in the blanks with my attention span.
How about another one, then? (Short, but sweet)
Procrastination
Wait.
Don't hesitate.
Feel free to procrastinate.
but don't hate the decision you make
although it may be too late . . .
Bad habits are hard to break.
I love procrastination!
It fits me oh!, so well.
I wait until the last minute,
Then listen for the bell
On the elvish stroke of midnight,
When I find myself in hell.
I am a lifelong pro,
But I do want things to gel.
So I ask for an extension,
In order to excel,
But lo! in the final moment,
I want time to dwell.
A Professional poEm
by
Davidornadog
Making fun of your ADHD through poetry is fun
Blame the Elves
There are elves that live behind the numbers
that glow inside a box on my bedroom desk.
They have stupid names like "tick" and "tock"
Elves always have names like "snap" "crackle" "pop"
but they're evil, not benign cereal elves,
and they like to tinker with the time on my clock.
Switching 1's and 3's, 7's and 9's,
I think they just like messing with my mind.
What? You don't believe me?
It's the truth I'm telling you!
It's not that I'm bad at judging time.
It's not that it seems to fly by
when I get easily distracted.
It's not that, it's not that,
Okay . . . maybe it is.
'twas my life before RitLA,
An Other PoEm
x DAvidornaDog
'twas my life before RitLA,
When all through the house, all the creatures were stirring, yes, even the
mouse...
And all the self-meds, were hung up with care,
In hopes that somebody just wouldn't dare
Think that I'm crazy, or put me in _______ (<there).
When up in the attic, there rose suchuk ladder,
When I fine'ly found out, that I is an ADDer.
davido last poem reminds me not of a poem but a schoolyard joke:vhy did the viper vipe 'er nose?
because the adder ad 'er andkerchief....
typical ADDer probably forgot to return it.
I'm on Stratterra, yes you see
But, it is not helping me
I'm sure there is so much more I can be
Please oh PLEASE something HELP ME!
I'm 54 and I have no friends
except the ones inside my head
They say you can do it
and your oh kay
Don't think, don't worry
about yesterday
What can I do right now
to help those in need
When I'm not strangled
by my own greed
Here I am STUCK inside of Me
Who and what, am I suppose to be
My mind is drifting on an endless sea
Thoughts are ShIfTiNg and DiSjOiNtEd
always I'm forever Wanting
So UNsure of WHAT I'm FEELING
MY mind keeps me Reeling
Loosing
Loosing
Loosing control
never knowing which
way to go
I MUST STAND ALONE
THERE IS NO HAPPY HOME
TRY TO GIVE ALL I CAN
I CAN NOT PLEASE A MAN
I'M ALWAYS FOUND TO BE SO LACKING
MIGHT AS WELL START MY PACKING
Standing on shifting sand
always searching for a suporting
hand
too much, too much for a mortal
man
Why God have you given me this[/
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Brain
It has caused me such great[/
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<FONT face=Arial>Here I sit wallowing in sorrow.....[/
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<FONT face=Arial>Maybe I will feel better by
tomorrow.....
LELA
You do not stand alone
LooK!
Around and you'll see
We are here with you
It is not just your
'Me'
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LooK!
Around and you'll see
We are here with you
It is not just your
'Me'
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very well put.
lt you make me worry about you. if you need to talk this is a great place to come with people here going through the same as you.....YOU ARE NOT ALONE
Feeling the air
is what I do best
watching the clouds
moon on the crest
seeing things that no one else sees,
feeling things that no one else feels.
Plays live in my heart, and movies too
I imagine that I do what those people do
they mean more after the credits roll by
I sit alone in the theater and cry
I wiggle and jump
My mind races on.
the millions of things that I wish have all gone.
Waft on a breeze , my vise grip mind
ideas are circling thousands, I find
then I slide easily out of my daydream once more
with each new thought, my mind seems to soar.
by Anni D'Agostini
i'm so cooli'm so hot
i'm so bloody awesome
i'm fantastic
i'm a spunk
i'm just totally awesome
a poem by brookelea
Raging rivers
rushing winds
hurricaine forces
of a mind within..
The lists, the thoughts , the power driven rules
confusion, turning, blurring , silence.. clear...
Clear?
oh, zoning,
wake up... the winds start again...
Sherry
Fall Swing
x Davidornadog
Is
Fall
Autumn?
Swinging !
Bigger swing
Redwood trees
Precipitous valley
Steep mountain
Pushing power
Outward arch
I Brake
Falling,
I fall
......
....
...
.
is what I do best
watching the clouds
moon on the crest
seeing things that no one else sees,
feeling things that no one else feels.
Plays live in my heart, and movies too
I imagine that I do what those people do
they mean more after the credits roll by
I sit alone in the theater and cry
I wiggle and jump
My mind races on.
the millions of things that I wish have all gone.
Waft on a breeze , my vise grip mind
ideas are circling thousands, I find
then I slide easily out of my daydream once more
with each new thought, my mind seems to soar.
by Anni D'Agostini
I love your tulip in a vase.
D. Hornor, M. Sc. Agronomy
x Davidornathpptdog
A learning poEm
Here I sit,
broken hearted,
came to learn,
my brain!...it farted!
Shakespeare
"and thus the native hue of resolution
is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought
and enterprises of great pitch and moment
with this regard their currents turn awry
and lose the name of action."
He's AD
In Hamlet, ref x chJonesy
laurapalmer wrote:
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Like concerts loud music
dashing and dancing,
prancing and vixens,
omits and stupids,
dawners & Blitzing.
ADD Exists.
ADHD is a REALITY.
atheiADHDism is BOGUS.
BALANCED society accepts truth.
Nonsense is spouted by unbalanced people.
Ritalin, ADDerall, Strattera, and their a.i.'s are effective
frontline
medicinal
treatments
An admirer encouraged me to consider the statement above a poEm of the "Hakui" (sp?) style.
As Anti- is the Author, I encouraged me to post it here... (6-;
BTW, anyone can use their creativity as they see fit. If another's idea triggers some of your own, go for it.
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