Waves are crashing on a white sandy shore,
as sea gulls drift, float over waves then soar;
I touch the cool aquamarine water ...
my mother's whisper, "be careful daughter. "
You have to be careful with magic her mother told Mixy Mix.
How careful could she be? She was a child, two days past six.
Mixy was enthusiastic about her fabulific magic spells for sure.
They were notorious for doing something new, never completely pure.
Yesterday she conjured a dragon, today it was a three-headed moose.
When her wand comes out her mother shouts “Watch out Mixy is loose!”
Tomorrow I shall bring forth a unicorn with pink and purple hair she said.
Unicorn in her imagination realm snorted, and tossed his ribbon head.
Where is Daddy? Mommy asked her, two seconds after supper was over.
Mixy's little potion had transmogrified him. He now barks like Rover.
Told you to be careful, her mother reminded her, staring at her guilty face.
Mixy kept her thoughts to herself, praying she might have some grace.
Mixy’s brother has been gone for a fortnight and a half at least.
The great part about this is, he made a dandy terrifying beast.
Turn me into a dragon, grandma dared Mixy, when she came to babysit.
So Mixy did, but could not change her back, so her parents threw a fit.
in wheel missing cog
Trump had been an under dog
brain like lump on log
never will want here
hope that he does disappear
part of a bum steer
could tell by the thunder
a bus Trump was caught under
one more big blunder
will commit a crime
Trump never has been on time
did write a poor rhyme
Trump had day in court
missed paying his child support
sold all of us short
has been a real pill
when Trump wiil veto bill
head hit window cill
Trump in each essence
never had any pleasance
mangled many pheasants
opponents strangle
many deals Trump will wrangle
things together tangle
Trump did tare his shirt
He has put us on alert
put his hand up skirt
Stealing fire from the gods
Prometheus would yearn
And pass it off to humankind
whose banishment interred
Their feet into the glowing coals
but faith out from the dark
Enlightenment a powder keg
—uncareful wishing sparks
(The New Room: September, 2023)
As he looks at all the stuff
that‘s stored inside his head
he marvels at how randomly it’s all been packed away
“Gently, gently, be careful where you tread”
he reminds himself to move about with care
although he’s been up there many times before
and knows his way around
there are some dodgy places up there on his attic floor
as he looks about him with wonder and delight
there are things up there that he’d rather just forget
that he wishes he’d never done
that are cause for deep regret
but, when taken as a whole
he is pleased with what he finds up there
a veritable hodgepodge of life’s travails and pleasures
admitting that at times he should have paid more care
he considers it all to be his very own box of chocolates
he has his favourites that he wishes there were more of
and there are those that he vehemently wishes
he could quietly just get rid of
I wonder what it’s like
to be inside your head
would you like to spend some time
in somebody else’s head instead
even for just a moment
perhaps an entire day
and rummage through what they have there
all secretly stored away.
Growing up and now
As adults, we always
Had each other's back
We threw parties, had cookouts
Play cards and even dominos
We were a happy family until
Until an outsider came along
With a family friend
His present made chill
Bumps rise upon your body
After a few weeks
Things turned sour within
The family, because of his
Two faced and twisted lies
Began to crumble and have
Never been close again so,
Be careful who you let enter
Into your family's circle
They'll destroy it
Once when a fresh faced young girl named Mame,
Who had a face-lift, when seeking fame.
But the mirror's refraction
Gave her no satisfaction.
For her visage, portrayed an old dame.
11 / 7 / 2022.
Sponsor Tania Kitchin.
Howmanysyllables.com
For a Limerick contest.
I know and understand in this life
We all have our own individual part's
and roles to play
You have yours as so to I have mine
I only wish for just 1 single day
I had your's
So I may know just exactly how it feels
To be the reason why the sun does shine
and what it takes to make an eagle fly
But yet and if I ever did the flip side
is I also do know this
Once I have seen exactly just how
green the greenest grass can grow
Tomorrow I will then also have to return
to my actual real life surrounded on all
sides by intermittent patches of barren
brown grass
Only difference now being is my new
favorite color is green
Which until the day I die I have to live
without
And I will never see the likes of it again
Dreams are next best and 2nd best
at best
So be weary and careful what you
dream for
Just incase because they maybe
leave you wanting more
Yet and but in effect not so much
richer but poorer than before you
though you we're in fact
And once done you have no means
so can never go back
Nap under a tree
dangerous when apple tree
due gravity law
Since you now have
her heart,
care of it nicely...
This heart that now
it's yours, one day it was mine...
her heart is mine but
my heart is not hers...
maybe my heart
be related to your...
Maybe that's why the
heart she gave it to you...
but be most careful
with her heart... never
let it be unhappy...
Always donate her the rainbow,
always offer her paradise...
Put heaven at her feet...
If none of this can be done,
send her heart back
to me... that I am expert of how to care of it
in admirably manner.
BE CAREFUL
Be careful what you ask for
One day life is simple, you ask
a female colleague at a partnering
organization not to call you “doctor”,
“professor” and such, then she says
your name the way a symphony orchestra
tears into the finale of a spirited overture
by Tchaikovsky or Rossini and suddenly
your feeling like the primus pilus, the
first violin, the anchor baton, the broad-
shouldered stroke in an eight-oared shell
or the seminal man with genes of genius
in his jeans: powerful, confident, perhaps
dangerously exposed – a burden you
don’t need
If you’re only doing business,
let formality play its role!
It's funny how someone's simple sentiment can stop you dead in your tracks
Exhaling air in volumes so vast it feels as if it will never leave your body
Whilst simultaneously, desperately, trying to draw more life into your lungs
Creating a longing in you that before... that... exact... moment
You didn't know existed
Unmasking seeds of desire from the deepest corners of your soul
Overwhelming, a torrent of questions tumbling and turning at lightning speed
Does such inner happiness exist?
Is contentment tangible, a prospect for some and not a mis-sold dream
Have I become unhinged by their reality - or are they deluded, in denial and living in mine
The enormity hits
HARD
A crushing weight, drowning, akin to a fearsome tide
What if?
What if I hadn't stopped to read
What if I had scrolled on by
Would my mind be considered damaged...tortured...
Has it now been freed?
Does a realisation, an acknowledgement, a need release you
Or does it bring the heaviness of inadequacy, the burden of conscious thought
I'd wanted a boob job for years
Loud moaning was all my hub's hears
Neath the tree there's a voucher
Soon I won't be a sloucher
Hubs thoughtfulness brought me to tears
His present was such a fab gift
Boob implants and a full face lift
Now blokes ogle and stare
You should see hubby glare
This present has now caused a rift
Next year on our pine Christmas tree
A voucher for more surgery
With huge boobs I was cursed
I'll have the op reversed
Not all gifts will make you happy
FICTION POEM FOR CHRISTMAS LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by Alexis Y
12/04/20
Victim of his own success…
the treadmill calls,
the hourglass broken
—casualty of what time denies
(The New Room: November, 2020)
All Republicans
All Democrats
All Liberals
All men
All women
All Irish
All Blacks
All Germans
All Whites
All grandmas
All grandpas
All gays
All policemen
All transgenders
All pedophiles
Prejudice, bigotry and ignorance often begin with the same word.
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