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Best Poems Written by Vella Taliare

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The Sound of Gravity: Leaking Sink

Drip, drip, drip
Watch for water or you'll trip
Drop, drop, drop
Someone better get the mop
Drip, drop, drip
Dumb gravity! I slip--
Drop, drip, drop
Someone, make the water stop!

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Rotten Orange

There’s this
Rotten orange smell
I can’t see the orange, mind you
But it’s somewhere behind
The television screen
I know because
We smell it
We know it is there
Always
I cannot breathe without
Remembering that rotten orange
That hidden somewhere
Moldy fruit
And honestly we were fine before it
We argued over other things and we didn’t
Complain
About fruit
Now I can’t watch tv
Without screwing up my nose
Or gagging at the smell
Without complaint after complaint
Because there’s nothing I can do
And no one knows how he got there
Too far out of reach
And it smells
So
Bad

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Stress

It’s dark down here
An uncomfortable pit
Devoid of cheer
But it’s not the Wishing Well, is it?


My stomach hurts
My head aches
I speak in spurts
My world quakes


Tears flow over and
I think I might be sick
Don’t give me your hand;
I’ll take it too quick


Well, I’ve read some books
The Imp of Perverseness has got me
But just off of looks
I’d say I can still see visibly


Clouds are rolling
Clocks tick
This pit is controlling
Nothing will click


I know it’s not that hard
I know I can fix this
But I’ve let down my guard
And everything’s amiss


I’ve stopped moving pieces
In a complex game of chess
Pawns lost in creases
Well, I guess that’s stress

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Lasagna Alone

I am eating lasagna
In an unfinished room
By myself all alone
Music plays backwards
In the absence of moonlight
Middle of day
Somewhere else
I can't see the stars
And I think about Harry
Just ent'ring the bank
Overwhelmed
Excitedly taking it in
Thirty more minutes
Of ad-free music
And it's not so cold
Not in here
Not as cold as it is
Where I was
The walls are gray
And splotchy white
The lights
Out
Is the electricity
Back on?
Will I ski
On Wednesday?
Hans Castorp will
Breaking rules
It was just
A little anemia
He was only 
A little anemic
Take me away
Take me to Der Zauerberg
Thin air
Away
Away
So far away
But they won't let me sleep
Verge of tears
But a smile spills out
It's a mess, I'm a mess
But I don't care to clean
So I'll call it art
I'm not painting pretty
Not anymore
I'm something else
A piece
Of abstract
Art

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Sparkling Snow

Excitedly snapping boots into skis,
Thinking it’s nice, this cold winter breeze
That rustles the trees
And makes words freeze
Just when they are spoken.


Movement starts out shaky
The precipitation flaky
Swirling skiing trails look snaky
And soon legs will be achy,
But winter has awoken.


Soon, rushing down hills,
Disturbed snow spills,
Falling in frills,
And then it stills,
Forgetting quiescence was broken.


A crash breaks the calm
Sudden like a bomb
Looking down, blood soaks palm
It hurts! -- where’s mom?
But the pain is merely a token
For a love of winter, unbroken.

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Ballroom Doom

A shroud of dark and eerie gloom
Hangs over the static ballroom
In the air, the scent of too-strong perfume
On the floor, glass swept by a little old broom

An end has come to every game
The paint paper man is trapped in his frame
Behind the glass, his head hangs in shame
Cards fallen off tables, the forks all aflame

With feminine fingers unfurled, there she lies
All signs of life drained from the blue of her eyes
Lips are just parted, holding back "why?"s
But it was too late; she had met her demise

A gunshot to the head
Was it something she'd said?
Guests fled as she bled
Found doors locked, seas of red

And the dancers all screamed
As the man bled them out
The musicians' eyes gleamed
With tears full of doubt

But yesterday's over
And we're left with the mess
Of events that wove her
Black funeral dress

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The Wishing Well

I've been venturing back
Venturing close,
So close,
Too close
To the Wishing Well

I was far away and forgetful
They say ignorance
Is the only true bliss
I danced with the grass and
I slept in fields of flowers
My thoughts rarely turned
To the Wishing Well

But the clouds rolled over
And the sun hid away
A breeze chilled my heart
The flowers less vibrant,
The grass less green,
My thoughts had returned
To the Wishing Well

And I run my hand
Over wet jagged rocks
And I sit on the edge
Peering down down down
And I scream down in
To the Wishing Well

These days I can't seem
To stay away
It's calling it's begging
A mysterious beckoning void
So I turn my back on the meadow
And I want to jump back in
To the Wishing Well

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Storm Cloud

My marvelous storm cloud,
My vaporific Vel,
I cannot say your name out loud
I hide beneath your spell.


Though you kill sunlight,
You remind me that it’s there,
But when you hide my inner light,
You are quite a dark nightmare.


Once I did hate you,
I cannot do so now.
You take away the bright sky blue--
It’s night time, anyhow.


And one question remains:
Can you ever be loved?
I know hurricanes
Could never be shoved.


But the wind you create
Pushes me over
Will you never abate?
I pluck a four-leafed clover...


I wish you back in the Well,
Living there without me.
But after I fell,
You would not let me be.


Please, Vella,
Leave me alone.
I’ll take out my umbrella,
Just look how I’ve grown.


Watered by your tears
And warmed by your absence,
But, gentle for years,
You haven’t stabbed since
We left the Wishing Well.

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Spring Cleaning For Another Time - 3-13-18

If this were then I’d draw the line.
I don’t say it, obviously,
I mean it inside.
If this were then I’d
break the glass with my
Burning & rage,
Maybe.
Glass underfoot
I wonder if I’d feel it
I wonder would it hurt
The way you do
If only for an instant.
I guess not,
I guess I don’t know
Nothing
What should I know
I’ve got words and scars
Paint and an old ache but
Dusted with truth,
Aged with honesty
So what do I know
Except that
If this were then it’d be new
And tender
And oh-so fresh
Open windows,
3 20 18
But
Not this year,
Not this clean.
Years from now,
Or minutes, really;
Search your shelves, please
I’ll be there
Cobwebs and dust
Will you do me a favor?
Will you please
Brush it off?

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The Sound of Gravity: Avalanche

A broken ice cream
Chandelier
Vanilla, cold and white
Comes tumbling down
The frozen silence
Down go the diamonds
Faster and faster
Bright white jewels
Snowballs gather speed
And rumble down the mountain
Farther and farther
Away from the sky
Silence is broken
By a billion angry snowflakes
Rolling ever on