Dear wife, I know you aim to please,
but I did not ask for antifreeze;
and so, if you don't mind, I think
I will pass on your proffered drink.
You've got a glimmer in your eye,
but I'm not ready, yet, to die.
I still have the keys to the car,
I'd better hit the gas and go far.
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anti
antifreeze
antiestablishment
aunty Em
Ant hill
ants on a log
ant
you are a gentle breeze
a cocktail with antifreeze
an approaching sneeze
or a winter storm
three standard deviations from the norm
four sheets to the wind
and I think your rook is pinned
are you a ghostly mist
or a clenched fist?
I know you are a metaphor
I don't know what for
I had a great time.
I thought as I tiptoed across the floor, afraid to crack the eggshells.
Feeling the warmth of the morning sun hitting my face through the curtain.
Hearing the soft sighs of sleep coming from our marital bed.
I had a great time.
Denial comforts me.
I had a great time I smiled.
As I wash the blood from between my legs and throw my ripped underwear into the trash.
I wonder what I have to make for our breakfast.
What fun we had last night
I had a great time I think as the bacon pops and tears stain my cheeks.
He wakes.
Wrapping arms around my waist and kissing me on my head.
I am a good house wife
I think as I put his breakfast on a plate and sprinkle just the tiniest bit of antifreeze into his hot coffee
Won’t be long now.
Gosh what fun we had.
A woman convicted of fatally poisoning her husband with antifreeze and
trying to kill her daughter and frame her for the crime has died in prison.
Stacey Castor,48,died Saturday morning while serving 51 years to life at
Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for Women in Westchester County,
the Onondaga County district attorney's office said.The Antifreeze Murders,
was a series of killings and attempted killings within the Staudte family of Springfield,Missouri.Zafar Khan Supari killer chemical drink injection game.
Cold starting the car on a crisp autumn morning
my Dad wasn't the happiest bloke,
put antifreeze in it, ran the engine, ten minutes
and then he could pull out the choke.
On his pale blue Austin the locks needed defrosting,
condensation to clear from inside,
warm water down the screen and then give it a clean
after that, it was ready to ride.
In my sixty second year, like that old car, I fear
(and it crept up on me without knowing),
I now have developed a cold start routine
since otherwise I can't get going.
Wipe the sleep from my eyes,
stretch my arms to the sides,
move my head in a figure of eight,
a good cough to feel better
clears my carburettor,
then a yawn, and a two minute wait.
I get out of bed but my exhaust backfires,
I wasn't quite expecting that,
with a moan the good lady hides under the sheets
and I'm left with a disgusted cat.
Hot
sunny, heat
scorching, burning, sizzling
Flames, lava ,frozen, antifreeze
snowing, freezing, hailing
Ice, cool, chill
Cold
* This poem was inspired by L. Milton. He excels
in the form; I saw his amazing poems in the
Diamante form and decided to give it a go.
Alexis Y.
04-28-2021
flies out sunning
stunning spring weather... cold kills
feed garden wildlife
warm... freezing cold
resilient are daffodils
built-in antifreeze...
koi still not feeding
hiding frog surprises all
a puffed up Robin
northeast... grey clouds race
trees braced ready to refrain
dark sky's stunting growth
lilac... green buds teased
horse-chestnut... brown buds... tacky
fickle is the spring
hark... dusk... blackbird sings
no challenge it sings alone
sparrows twitter praise
April frightened...
there is no escaping rain
fruit trees flayed... failing
summer joys... confused
wondering will they return
snow belies danger
the park lake silent
local residents dying
where are all the flies
redwings blackbirds strip
yew trees naked no berries
grey squirrels digging
sometimes a snapdragon
breaks the neck of necessity,
crushes the head of instinct.
the cheese in the trap,
the bait on the hook.
the proof in the poison,
love like antifreeze.
hearts snapped in bear traps,
hope singed by blue light.
cupid is an angry wasp
seeking those with allergies.
beware of vibrations in loud voices,
hollow logs and impulsive choices.
stay clear of fields of flowers,
dark quiet eaves and empty hours.
I heard a storm was rushing in
From the arctic breeze
Gonna cover people
Upto their flipping knee’s
Icy blizzards
Gonna hit this town
Showers of snow
Gonna fall to the ground
I can feel it in the air
See it in the clouds
And just before it falls
We’ll have that warm spell
Got my de-icer ready
My heating full on
Antifreeze in the car
Here the winter comes
Well I don’t mind the snow
But the effects that it brings
When it turns slushy
It ruins all my jeans
Got to do some shopping
I’ll be slip sliding away
One leg going south
The other northern Eh!
© Copyright K.C.Leake
21st November 2015
All Rights Reserved
You can be my hubcap if you let me be your wheel.
The love I have for somebody like you is real.
I can give you plenty of loving. I aim to please.
I will be your radiator if you will be my antifreeze.
You are so attractive to my eye my dear.
You’ve got my transmission shifting into high gear.
There’s no need to wait four thousand miles for an oil change.
A date with you and me is something I can easily arrange.
I can give you a tune-up with a new set of spark plugs.
You just have to be around to give me plenty of hugs.
Can't appease the disease
Addiction comes like a breeze
Toxic like antifreeze
Unrelentless like fleas
On your knees trying to appease
Doesn't matter if you say please
You'll eventually have to pay
The overdue fees
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