April, a season wet
Wishes, oft unmet
I was over the moon
Crashed down, soon
Selfish heart, hurt
With strong spurt
I recoil, refused
Rejected, bemused
A truce, declared
Damage, repaired
For a while we drift
Biology, the gift
Birthdays intrude
Marking the prelude
Troubles delayed
Close to a decade
In time, a non event
Space, to resent
Slowly, came betrayal
Dealing the blow,fatal
The depths of pain
Life lessons learned
Infinite my choices
Promise their voices
The British Rail saying,
'See it, say it, sorted,'
is so annoying
it should be aborted.
Travelers, from abroad,
are befuddled then bemused,
when first by this phrase
their ears are abused.
But the worst is yet to come...
it sounds like, 'Sort it,'
over the tannoy
and must be fixed by he who caught it.
We had loads of fun,
Once were young in the sun,
So perfect, man,
In his own scan,
Chick overthinking,
All this overthining,
Really, can be read,
Stuffed why we got wed!
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Wife material
"We are looking for wife material right now," he says
I laugh a little
"Yeah, wife material," he seconds
I laugh bemused and look at them both ironically
He pulls me by my jersey
He makes me stand in front him
And starts pinning my buttons from up to bottom
"What wife material?" I ask
"Somebody who can do the dishes," he says
"Somebody who does not need to be told things," he seconds
"Somebody who doesn't wait around all day to be served," he says.
I laugh, "it's not like you are going to marry soon."
"Well he is all grown up," I am told
"I think he needs 5 years plus," I retort
"No I don't," he tells me
"By end of this year I will be married," he says
I laugh
"Who knows, I might impregnate you," he says
"Excuse me; impregnate who?" I retort
"Doctor, doctor she refuses to be impregnated by you," someone says whilst laughing
We all laugh
I get served lunch
As we start cleaning up,
I can't help but keep laughing,
'Wife material'
What the hell does that mean
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a tat-tat,
the mice crawl through the walls
You hear them best when lights are low,
the cat still yet to call
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,
straight up and overhead
The world they know—the world you know,
conjoined but never bred
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,
your solitude a ruse
What lies inside beyond plain sight
—a kinship to bemuse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
to sit in the darkroom of silence
trying to remember your name, your face
to gaze upon time's long ribbon of passing
and find the moment, when we became lovers
in another time, another place
to find dust-filled treasure in yesterday
where some of the faces quickly fade
others pause, as I visit in quiet
wondering what could have been having they stayed
to fall into the darkness filled with eyes,
staring in the distance, once known and caressed
if briefly, now a mirror held in the mind
filled with tarnished reflections of moments confessed
where the light left long ago and shadows retreated
to an empty dark of tomorrow's dawn
where faces form quietly on silent roads of sunsets
and leaf cluttered paths, we walked on
with bemused wonder, if our memories met
as they cross the cold separation of years I look upon
Born with a hart of gold but this isn't
the story you've been told .Feed lie filled with deist
and manipulated to feel the defeat.yet here it is that you
weap and walk around and sigh such emptiness is not that easily
to hide.you walk around all day in a daze confused trapped and a maze and refuse
to face the fact that the people you need are now those you lack.
there gone to late to get back like a bridge that shouldn't burn are the
people you did not concern to learn them to have a nack so why not try and just
get along with society by your side can be no way you can feel so alone and out of
wack and its been so long seems you've lost track,and its at this process we live
thus the end of time where all souls meet and are filled with happiness of all kinds
something longed for in a life time surly has been hard to find.
BRIGHTNESS BEMUSED
Hindered and hampered by heartache
Splintered and splattered by the splendor of a seductress
Worn and torn by torment’s temper
I am a burning bridge banned from any buttress
Haunted and taunted by the vestiges of vagrant romance
Stranded and disbanded by a beauty born of galactic grace
Hurting and spurting the fluid of a life now meaningless
Lamenting a lust for loveliness laden in lingerie of lace
Tormented and fragmented by the fear of recollection
Remembering the dismembering of delight
Days bedazzled by a bed of buds and bemusement
Brightness that led to the bowels of a never ending night
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My words are BLEAK
~As EMPTY emotions
NUMB as a sleeping limb
~They’re VOID of
Reciprocal LOVE
~Which once Touched
Tingled and TRANSFORMED
~Them into LIFE
Now BEFUDDLED…
~Struggling to find
Worthy adjectives to Inspire
~A forgotten MAZE of Nouns
BURIED deep within my
~Sublime subconscious
Lay
By image moments
of kaleidoscopic green-
a pure abstract scene
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