He sat in the dark
watched the last wood
flicker off into ash
his adulterated thoughts
swayed back in times
He had just taken a meal
the first and last in the day
cooked in the smokey room
but it satisfied him
not enough to clear his thoughts
Tommorrow would soon come
and his plans were planned
he had no authority
other than take orders
from a boss in a mess
His boss shouted
clean, wash, mend and watch
he had no one to tell
that he was human enough
and he wanted love
The girl he had seen
had melted his heart
she had a heart of gold
and managed to wave at him
but he feared his uncertainty
would he find love?
in the girl he had seen
would the world understand?
that beyond his duty as a servant
was a boy turned man?
who needed love and trust.
He walked in the dark
searched his beddings in the dark
spoke to himself in the dark
life has no balance he thought
as he sank in his cold bed
Categories:
beddings, 9th grade, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Today I smithed a poem to the scent of spices,
Washing my beddings to allow a new sheet of habits,
I come from a broken home so I’m careless with my affection,
I am wasteful with my trust
and I smoke cigarettes like I made them,
I am Mozart on the piano but only with a pen,
Every key I strike is a confession to my wrongs,
This is how I breathe my faults through the vail of anonymity,
Today I smithed a poem to the scent of the spices on mountains,
It sounds like one I’d write hours before the sky starts crushing down,
Before my skin turns cold and I see the stairs in the constellations,
I feel like I would craft the Eiffel Tower with my palms,
I am Mozart on the piano,
But only with a pen.
Categories:
beddings, allusion,
Form: Free verse
It was a good morning till she arrived,
the she devil that bore her only child,
occasion to visit us she contrived,
with an excuse of sorts that she compiled!
She heaved and puffed her way in to the house,
with baggage and beddings wrapped in her arm,
she flashed a smile! that mother of my spouse,
through her big wide mouth used for gossip swarm!
It was a better morning when she left,
peace at last when I thought she would not budge,
but she died the next day! .. I wept bereft,
how prejudiced and wrong was I to judge!
N/A
Written 13/02/2021
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
It was a good morning until.. contest
12 lines 10 syllables each.
abab cdcd efef rhyme pattern
Categories:
beddings, 10th grade, family, mom,
Form: Rhyme
Fitted sheet on mattress
Then next the top sheet
First blanket is placed
Pillowcase on pillow
The duvet is next
A choice to make here
One side is plain color
the other has a flora
Some cushions are placed
Bed is now made
Categories:
beddings, beauty, creation,
Form: Free verse
Behold the lamb of God is born this day!
In a manger warm with beddings of hay.
Where beasts inhabit and drop their waste,
fit for none else but men of lowly caste.
Behold the infant Lord whose lowly birth
was marked by celestials in joy and mirth.
In an orchestra in the distant sky,
they played the first carol right there on high.
Categories:
beddings, christian, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Skirmish
It turns so fast
from happiness to sadness,
yesterday
was a warm spring day,
then without warning
Cold.
Winter beddings
packed away
we fought
over a blanket
I lost
she is blaming illness.
Today is miserable
a clumsy time
doesn`t know whether
to cry or shine.
No internet
that`s a bloody shame.
Categories:
beddings, blessing, books, break up,
Form: Chastushka
Deep in the shrine, sins
Deep in the courtroom, injustice
Deep in the costume, exposure
Deep in the constitution, lawlessness
Inside the adulthood, puberty
Deep in motherhood, breastlessness
In the paternity, womankind
In the smiles, sorrowfulness
Inside the forces, idleness
On the holiness, sacrilege
For the oaths, hypocrisy
In those appeals, bendlaws
In the beddings, no siesta
Deep in the dreams, nightmares
And in love, hatemongers
In friendship, betrayals
Deep in charity, parity
Inside volunteers, opportunities
In the nations, stations,
In the stations, nepoties
In a professor, knowlessness
In the schools, copiers
For the democracy, demos
Inside the hopes, pessimism
Categories:
beddings, betrayal, evil, humanity, sad,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
It could be the annoying ring of your alarm
That divorces you and your beddings in the morning
Possibly it’s the first two streaks of sun rays,
Or the piercing cold touch of the morning breeze
Or maybe it’s the voice of your nagging wife
Screaming down the hall at the pretentious littluns
This way or that, smiling of groaning
You probably get up in the morning
Am not really sure whether you rise with the sun
Or wait for the Morning Prayer bells to resound
Could be the irresistible breakfast aroma sailing in from the kitchen
For this reason or that, consciously or instinctively . . .
. . . you wouldn’t want to miss the songs of the little blue birds
The last twinkle of the morning stars
The fading smile of the crescent moon
The fresh green sparkle of the morning dew on newborn leafs
And the annoyingly sweet touch of the enthusiastic morning sun.
Categories:
beddings, giggle, good morning, summer,
Form: Prose Poetry
A Common Ailment
Eleven o´clock in the forenoon I had been to my
doctor and was going into the nearest cafe for
a coffee, but soon the city dwellers filled the place
with the smell of unmade beds, uncombed hair
and the despair of lonely nights. The fresh bun I was
eating absorbed it all and I could not eat it.
Many people live in cold rooms, have no gas and
kitchens are full dirty pots and pans.
Apathy sets in personal hygiene suffers, why bother?
Sleeping in the same beddings for weeks, socks and
underwear grimy and soiled, which results in fatigue
of the mind . Self-esteem is replaced by self-loathing,
unless someone speaks up or bangs pot lids together
their life will be short, empty of pleasure and light.
Categories:
beddings, beautiful,
Form: Sonnet
Letting go.
And she asked me, her head so small on the official,
white pillow that had a blue stamp on in case someone
wanted to steal the beddings… do you believe in God?
Mother the old hardened communist asking me this.
I saw in her eyes she wanted reassurance that this was
Not the end that something beyond beckoned that her
hard life had not been in vain. I´m a poet a teller of lies
I told her a long story. At the end she smiled and said:
Son, I have always loved you but I never knew when you
you were telling the truth. She was at ease and when
dawn came she silently slipped anchor and sailed away
to a sea unknown, but I know I shall meet her there on
Nirvana´s shore where love is a whispering ripple and
and our life together be retold.
Categories:
beddings, goodbye, life,
Form: Blank verse