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Vickey Rhymer Poem
He crawled methodically up the stairs
A man of six foot four
To what would become his death bed
As he did each night as before
He insisted at being at dinner
With the family while he still could
His family no longer argued the point
Of what he shouldn't or should
I only happened to be there at
this moment to see it all
To see this man's physical reduction
To that of a toddlers crawl
He had mastered a plan from
Point A to B resting part way on elbow and knee
I quietly stood he never saw me
Somehow that's how I felt it should be
He had struggled to keep
manly pride intact
Deciding for self what he
did or not lack
He made his way on his own
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The day I left
A true surprise
As you sat in a tub
soap suds in your eyes
I've called your mom and dad
And am going there to stay
until my mom arrives
whose currently on her way
You couldn't ,wouldn't ,believe
As you squinted through
Eyes you tried to aleve
You said ,"you know
There's no coming back,
If you decide to
Choose this track"
What burst from me
A laugh of glee
Though neither could believe it
I was finally free
After years and years
Of fighting this fight
I quietly threw in
the towel that night
While you had come to think
no level
Could you sink
that would ever have me feeling this numb
No anger,or fear
Nor holding as dear
to a place of peace
I'd succumbed
with a voice Paced and low
and devoid of dread
I looked you In the squint
And purposely said.......
Why would I ever do that ?
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2022
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When you kill
An ant
do you stop and think
Does it come under
Extension
Of mercy. Am I placing myself on the brink
As the mercy we are given
Is the mercy
We have shown
I go through this
every year
When they try to invade my home
The ones I
Destroy with my own
Cruel hands
Behaving as an
Ogre
May God understand
I take
None of His works lightly
As I do what seems must be done
And as I snuff
Out there little lights
I always say,Sorry Hon
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In a circle
Of first graders
Who looked out
With suspicious eyes
On the playground
Next to the
jungle gym
No breaching would realize
A little hand
Reached out
to bravely
Pull me inside
His little heart
Knew in protection
Exclusion
Still divides
Perhaps as myself
He's stood in the outs
Or had earned some rank
In the friendship scouts
Whatever the reason
for bravery shown he was
and will be the clown fish
to this prickly anemone
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Having lived in multiple ports
Comingling with people of various sorts
Living in luxury or existing in squalor
Coffers full or down to last dollar
In town after town one constant remained
Perhaps unnoticed to the eyes less trained
In areas it seemed that inherited blight
With hardly the cash to keep on a light
An Abode a stiff breeze from going aground
repairs needed in and out all around
To make up for all that it obviously ain't
thrown at it a few gallons of turquoise paint
This phenom becoming a growing trend
One really must wonder where will it end
So true paint can wield miraculous wonders
but it won't keep a lost cause from going under
A reflection of societal decline on the whole
Appearances above all the primary goal
white washed graves full of all that's impure
As we posture and decry and seek to assure
An in your face hue that belies the truth the
thinking have known since the days of their youth
Man his own steps proven he cannot navigate
Still we look to another and will till its too late
A self aggrandizing need to honor creation over creator
It's fact and not fodder for the latest talk show
Regardless of who's the debator
On foundational level this house of cards
Will not stand ever more
There is not enough garish paint in the world
To transform this pitiable pathetic eyesore
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Twelve degrees defines it
Six above or six below
civil dawn or civil dusk
A golden nostalgic show
Of other worldly beauty
A time of reflection to see
another undeserved gift
granted to you and me
The rays of the sun
softened ,blues and violet hues banned
filtered through a blanket
Of smoke and smog and sand
Taking on a sepia tint
As orange and red hues combine
Muted with a touch ,of directional light
to perfectly Align
The golden hour
Reigning supreme,among the minutes of the day
Casting all in its wondrous glow
Chasing all shadows away.
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The first words openly spoken
Mama,is the soup hot yet ?
said as I
Sat on her hip
Mrs.Cotten
The visiting nurse
No longer
Could she quip
She'll talk when
She has something to say
Make her ask for
The things that she wants
A sibling referred to as
Little mama
taking her comments
As taunts
What they didn't see
As I looked on this world
With eyes that
had just turned three
That I stayed up
Often into the night
Quietly
Conversing with me
Holding my cards so
Close to the vest
No longer could willing
put to the test
The diligent love
Little mama ,
had unfailingly ,
tenderly expressed
With an arm wound
Securely about her neck
I decided,there and then
What the heck
As my sister called out
to Big Mama
these words I'll never regret
As I echoed them back into her ear.....Mama is the soup hot yet?
The love I have
for my sister
has always gone
Well and above
My sole experience
till my own
Children came
Of unadulterated love
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Empathic..... Taking on the pain
Of another as though
It bares your name
Finding relationships
Wearing as you carry
Not only your load ,but theirs and the daily payload(to capacity)
Needing to isolate
to reboot as it were
from continuous energy bombardment and drain
Reaching out to comfort
The grieving
And your own heart literally aches
Dealing with those
Who live to greedily
Prey on others
Feeling emotional
Physical
Psychological pain on the daily
It's like chicken man,it's everywhere ,it's everywhere
Hope you still
Remember that guy
Wanting to help
And given the side eye
for my trouble
Intuitively knowing
What I'd
Just as soon not
Seeing the world
In
Technicolor and surround sound(full volumn) especially hateful words
Resulting in seeing IT
As both
blessing and curse
Whichever it is
It's mine
I own it
Lock ,stock ,and predators
It's all
I've ever known
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Mad Max and the Thunderdome
Matinee at the brand new cine
money for tickets but little else
Indeed we had not any
my purse the repository
Each a burger and coke
finding the theater empty
Look it's ours,in union spoke
Finding a tier of few chairs
Simultaneously we plopped
Only to find them unbolted to floor
As our secreted foodstuffs we dropped
Onions flagrantly scenting the air
Our toes to the ceiling
Without any flair
cans of coke rolling away without care
Hurriedly jumping to feet
Scrambling contraband to secrete
Cat back in the bag before usher arrived
Offering free popcorn, SAAWEET.
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Three camels and
A whore
Worked the desert
In the heat of the midday sun
Tanned and sinewy
Plying their trade
Sleeping in
the chill when done
Transporting goods
Or transporting men
To them it was all the same
Never looking for more
Than the minimum wage
For something,or someone
To blame
Taking it all upon themselves
the weight of the world as a song
Carrying the sins or the goods therein
they solemnly plodded along
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