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I put a smile on my face when I go outside
My friends all see the pain I try to hide in my eyes
And I try to act like I can make it on my own
Since you've been gone I'm alone
I suppose I'm gonna be here a while
And for the rest . . . of my life
It only hurts when I smile.
.
I thought our love was strong
I didn't think you would leave
I think about about you all the time
Do you still think about me?
and when I think of how I threw us away
It only hurts when I think
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The first time I laid eyes on you you took my breath away
I lost my breath again the day you walked away
Pain won't go and damage is done
And I just can't feel a thing
It only hurts when I breathe
.
And I see where I went wrong
And I see what I've done
But I don't see you coming home to me
And when I look at it all that way
It only hurts when I see
.
And I just can't live without you
My heart is still in your hands
And there's no "this" left to fix
And there's no "us" left to mend
And I guess I gotta live with it
So it only hurts when I live
.
I put a smile on my face when I go outside
My friends all see the pain I try to hide in my eyes
And I try to act like I can make it on my own
Since you've been gone I'm alone
I suppose I'm gonna be here a while
And for the rest . . . of my life
It only hurts when I smile.
And for the rest . . . of my life
It only hurts when I smile.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2016
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Men, they say
Dominators
Slayers
Conquerors
We have been subjugated by their culture and rules
The norms and the religions of masculine fools
The laws and the clowns
The world one day will evolve
We who have the curves and seductive smiles
Are we not filled inside with the same DNA? so they say…
Give us books and untie our bonds
We shall rise up, making empires strong
Mock not my dashing eyes
Discount not, my luscious thighs
I shall dance your dance into the night
Have no doubt; I shall be your queen
When we are embraced, for who we are
Do you not see? We shall gleam like the stars in the night
Genders, colors, nations too
Leave them sitting in old church pews
Philosophers, doctors, engineers of creation
We shall be side by side, working with you
So smile and behold the new golden age
Suras must die, in the deserts of past sage
Sisters of the sun, the gods, and the wind
The old men of the past must rescind
Glories are coming, so rejoice and behold
Equality is the greatest story a woman ever told
Poet George Sand Notes
Excerpt from letters to Gustave Flaubert Nohant from George Sand
Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin, wrote under the pseudonym name of George Sand
She was born in July, 1804, and is more known as a writer, but many of her prose by today’s standards are very poetic in nature. She was a feminist long before the term existed. She was very able to converse and discuss with men, as equals, and at the same time able to maintain all that makes us beautiful. She was able to see the finest details of life as well as absorb the political and cultural idiosyncrasies of the time, and had no fear saying her own views.
To be an inconvenience distresses me
I sleep everywhere, in the ashes, or under a kitchen bench, like a stable dog.
Everything shines with spotlessness at your house
So one is comfortable everywhere.
I shall pick a quarrel with your mother and we shall laugh and joke, you and I,
much and more yet.
If it’s good weather, I shall make you go out walking, if it rains continually, we shall
roast our bones before the fire while telling our heart pangs.
The great river will run black or grey under the window saying always, fast, faster! Carrying away our thoughts, and our days, and our nights, without stopping to notice
such small things.
"The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul."
Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2015
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How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways
I bought you a new Mercedes
With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
Secrets still held at the door by decree
I bought you a garden of roses so red
My love was surely in bloom, or so they all said
I bought you a ticket to heavens pearly gates
So that in paradise you’d have not to even wait
I bought you your very own private Lear jet
To see the world through champagne eyes
My love was a vault and you emptied it dry
My heart has now learned to never cry
How much do you love me?
Your lawyer seems to know
You claimed mental duress
Suffering under such stress
The Mercedes was the wrong color so I am told
I should have known, pink, not gold
The diamond ring was too heavy to wear
Your back injuries caused you painful despair
The lingerie didn’t cover you just right
So medical ailments kept you up many a nights
The roses in bloom where not the right flower
Your allergies they caused, thus making you sour
The ticket to heaven you plain out refused
Said it was one way, and that just wouldn’t do!
You had no issues riding my Lear jet
You rode the pilot as well, a mile high kinda bet
My love you tossed into the bin out in back
The divorce lawyer smiles at me, saying she sure is great in the sack
The moral of the Story is this!
If you are sitting at the table, and
You see a few beetles scurrying about
Maybe even whistling a tune or two
Listen carefully to what they say
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
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Unfinished Love Affair
It's been so long since I've seen you.
Don't know how or why you remain,
At the forefront of my memory,
But you do and will always remain.
Time has passed, and the years have aged us.
What can replace the time we spent,
In our younger days.
Talking, dreaming and planning a life.
Laughing and hoping as time passed us by,
Our friendship would be never-ending.
Well, the years have passed,
We have all gone our separate ways,
But the talks we had,
And the dreams we dreamed still linger today,
As unfinished dreams and incomplete endings.
The dreams we shared,
Still bring joyous tears when I think,
How time has slipped past.
But yet I see your face as I did then,
Beaming with life, smiling and carefree.
Those were the days of happy tears,
And unfinished love affairs.
Copyright © Lee Brownlee | Year Posted 2016
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Love once was the focus
of our lives
till marriage became contentious;
two sharp knives
piercing the heart of it,
killing it.
Teamed hardhearted misfits
dualistic
by nature, antipathetic
where love’s the casualty
and we, just another statistic.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2015
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And I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you - I just don't understand it
One moment we're feeling bliss- like we're on another planet
you love me, you hate me...the story goes...we took our love for granted
caught up in memories, now everything's pixelated
everything spoken is debated
everything valued has been faded
what was token...has been broken
you used to leave my heart smokin'
- she flipped the tarot cards -
now I'm hoping...
instead of dealing with it...I'm coping
you promised me everything would be copacetic
...but everything's gotten quite hectic
we lost our way- I can admit...I detected it
nevertheless...I didn't expect it
the process...I can't respect it
love...how you do love like that?
from dormant to torment
it didn't rain...it stormed
"and don't you tell me days like this is the "norm"
I used to think you were the bomb
I used to think you were the title to my poem
now I'm sitting here with my hands in my palms
thinking you could care less
cause everything you've done was careless
I digress...
I gave you your best
can't believe my reward is this mess
...it was never a contest...
but I thought we were each other's trophy
...and I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you...I just don't understand it
Copyright © Natalie Braddy | Year Posted 2016
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Stale mate?
Rebate...
7/7/15 Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © 2015 by Caryl S Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "One Footle” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Judy Kono
Aug. 8, 2015
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Between yesterday's coffee and today's newspaper delivery,
we somehow lost our sweetness, now you are just a memory.
Words yelled in anger and frustrations hitting the limit
wasn't this ocean we've swam full of joy and commitment?
You..down on your knees praying I'd forgive you once again
me...thinking you weren't going to see her, my best friend.
I've lost you and I've lost her and somewhere lost myself
I noticed that her favorite book she read was on the top shelf.
You think I didn't notice all the strange phone calls at night?
you actually believed that I wouldn't give up without a fight?
Sinking slowly down under the abyss of broken promises
a long time ago I told myself I would not allow paralysis
But underneath the grass you both have dug for my grave
I must pull myself out, take a moment and be brave.
I have no one else who will rock me to sleep every night
and I know deep down I will eventually be alright.
All I need right now is a decent night full of sweet dreams
I am begging you to leave, drive away so I may be free.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: January 17, 2016
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Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families!
Many families are being destroyed by sexual addictions!
As they bring into their homes unneeded afflictions!
There are affairs of adultery of all different kinds…
As many allow sin’s pollution to destroy their mind!
Many have no comprehension or fail to see…
The filth of garbage being promoted on t.v.!
Rather than seeking God for his blood’s protection.
Husbands and wives look to others for affection.
God looks and sees the wounded and broken heart.
And before you know it, another family falls apart!
Too much of this is happening in churches today.
Will these families just come together and pray?
It’s time to come together as a family and be strong!
Let’s get rid of the things in our life that don’t belong!
Let’s seek the purity and holiness of God above.
And be strengthened by his majestic love!
Let’s seek God’s protection over our families too!
And speak kind words to another, like; “I LOVE YOU!”
May the love of Christ come and bind us as ONE!
And touch every father, mother, daughter and son!
Lord Jesus, we all need you so much! This very hour!
We can’t make it alone! Without your power!
Please Jesus, restore what the enemy has taken!
I’ve never seen your children left or forsaken!
You are the only one that our family has needed!
Only by your love, will our family be completed!
By Jim Pemberton 11/23/14
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014
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Roses here, roses there
Bloody roses, everywhere
February brings them into our life
While others hide a broken wife
Young girls dream, of their shining white knight
Well when do you think they will see, it's no where in sight
Single men will try everything, to be romantic
ask every young girl, they still haven't learnt it
While romance will fill their heads
I'm aware of the last lives, it brought to death
The rose is not this, passionate flower
But the very thing that causes, our human lives to go sour
Nine months later, in the mid of November
Young girls begin the, day they will always remember
With the babies cry with its first breath of life
There's a dad trying to work out, how to tell his wife
A family is born, and a family is broken
This is all because, of that bloody rose.
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2016
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He had a few drinks the night before,
enough to mistake the waiter for a door.
T'would help him remember
he thought to himself,
the fun to be had in the coming of day.
He'd married a Madame
with her perfumes and pearls,
a painted smile
as he watched her walk
with first one foot
and then the next,
stepping in time to his funeral march.
They'd promised forever in those very same rooms,
with their sad yellow curtains and broken blooms.
This could have been a wedding
there were vows to make-
I, Harold, un-take June as my wife,
for better, not worse,
for richer not poorer.
With his eyes on her profile
he thought to himself
that she'd never looked more radiant
than she did today.
A few odd words and then it was done,
all i's were dotted
and the t's crossed
to pronounce them completely
un-manned and de-wifed.
“Fancy some lunch at The Ritz, my love?"
“Alright then, darling. You drive.”
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
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I picked up the phone today
And I dialed your number
I didn't know what to say
So I hung up on the second ring
You see I thought that I could explain
But I just couldn't play through the pain
And you probably wouldn't have answered anyway
.
One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
.
I'm haunted by the ghost of yesterday
Whiskeys' the only exorcist, to drive it away
But those Ol Demons just won't leave
They know too much about me they just won't go
And even though it only tortures my soul
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
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One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
And even though
They're killing this man
Sometimes they're the only friends I have that understand
There's no comfort in the pain of what might have been
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One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
And even though it only tortures my soul
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2016
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You feel like your whole world crumble
Does not matter about all your trouble
Walk around blindfolded and stumble
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Life is so hard it made you stop smiling
You wake up every morning fighting
Your heart is breaking and you crying
There is a cloud with a silver lining
And you just cannot be polite
The glorious morning is still night
Your tomorrow does not look bright
Even darkness can show you the light
Copyright © GERT WEWEGE | Year Posted 2016
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Silently, a teardrop streaks
And falls on her suitcase
Quietly, I turn to see
A broken heart, there on her face
Patiently, she looks at me
As if she needs to hear
Anything, just anything...
To make over...easier
Finally, the silence speaks
That dreaded word...goodbye
Instantly, oh I can see
Leaving...in her eyes
Hopefully, the heart in me
Is begging me to say
Anything, just anything
To make her want to stay
I'm on my knees, just look at me
My pride's thrown out the door
A part of me, the heart of me
Her final walk across the floor
Her mind's made up, my words won't come
I can't pretend that I don't care
I'm on my knees, down on my knees
But I haven't got a prayer
I'm on my knees, still on my knees
But I haven't got a prayer
Written by Chuck Melugin
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Unfortunate circumstances made me a weekend father
Two parents separated by a marred history,
now had to care for a child ...
an innocent victim who received emotional shrapnel
as collateral damage from our argumentative battles
Our destructive habits fell onto her,
but children are very resilient, thank God
I loved being a weekend father
There was no bitterness about allotted time of custody,
none of that foolishness
My wife and I settled our divorce amicably ... no courts involved,
except for the legal formality of having a divorce decree issued
by the state
We worked things out between us much better being apart than when we
were married
It's funny how that works
So I got my daughter on the weekends, but over time I had her
more than the weekends
We bonded pretty good
And anyone with kids will tell you, that four-year-olds are a quirky bunch
They're old enough to do enough things for themselves,
but they still want you to do a lot of things for them ...
y'know, they still want the baby treatment
My daughter, she really only demanded two things of me when I first
started having her every weekend:
she wanted us to watch movies together, movies like "Lion King,"
or play video games together, video games like "Lion King"
And she didn't like the part of the movie where Simba's dad, Mustafa died
She always cried, and told me to skip that part ...
that always touched my heart
Because it told me, in unspoken words, that she loved me and didn't
want anything bad to happen to me
When she turned five, I enrolled her at my alma mater college,
in an art program for kids
My sister and father told me that my daughter had artistic ability
So every Saturday, we spent half the day at the college,
because after she got out of class, we would get something to eat,
then go to the main library on campus and get on the computers
To make a long story shorter ... she received an art degree
when she became grown
Becoming an illustrator and computer graphic artist
That's what being a weekend father means to me
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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No, I won't come,
because you don't want me to come!
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Even though this is the last chance to see you,
I won't come.
Even though every cell of my body is crying,
I won't come.
Even though I need to come
just like I need to breath,
I won't come.
Even though I'm dying,
I won't come.
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It's the most difficult decision
I've ever made in my life.
However, it is much easier for me
than to continue rending my dignity.
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I'm tired of my love for you!
I'm tired of myself and you!
I will never come to you!
keep ignoring me, Sangmi
and please, travel!
Copyright © True Love | Year Posted 2016
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With Salty Tears
We sit alone in a bed we once made love in
We talk about the past and what went wrong
You lie there crying wanting me to hold you
How did we ever get this far? This is not us
I listen to your words between your sobs
I feel you shake as you can't help yourself
You're telling me everything that's causing these tears to fall
Where were all these tears hiding? All this pain?
You were an angel who flew into my heart and kept it safe
You were an angel who wrapped me into her arms of love
Now you're an angel so lost you can't see what you had
As you cry I remember why we're losing everything
This bed was shared with another man
The sheets dirtied by the juices of lust
The lies of a heartless wife whose love there never really was
For once it is not I that am crying but you
For once I feel I can go on and be me
So as I watch you cry I know that the pain you feel is real
I know that you are hurting like you hurt me
Fly to the man you chose
The man who makes you happy
The man you hid from me
Go to him and be faithful.
Be his angel.
Be everything I deserved and never got
Be who you want to be
That is his angel with love so pure for one human being
Good-bye my sweet angel. Good-bye for now and forever
Don't cry for if you're truly happy you would be smiling
It was you and I against the world and you promised me forever more
You let me go and the struggle has ended.
It's time for me to let you go.
Here's the hug you asked for
Here's me kissing away your tears
With salty tears upon my lips I say I love you
This is your last kiss.
This is our last goodbye.
This is our final fight for love
Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015
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Communication has gotten erratic,
there's a lot of outside interference
Aluminum yawning creates constant static
I can't hear you ... can you hear me?
Stonewalls separate us,
frequent bathroom stalls
breaks the mood, flushes the trust
How did this happen to us?
I'd be the first to admit, we have a problem
Calling Houston, code red: Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Our love has become stale,
left unattended for too long in the marital breadbox
Inaction is squeezing the life out of us
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox ---
Our marriage is falling at terminal velocity,
time is speeding up on the self-destruct clock
We have a serious problem, dear
Do you hear me talking, tell me you can hear
We have us a critical problem,
and we both need to try and figure it out,
time is ticking down on the self-destruct clock
We have a big problem here
Calling Houston, code red:
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
We're headed for a crash landing
Calling Houston, code red:
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
This marriage is almost dead
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Unless we find the missing answers in the black box
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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Dream crusher
Dream crusher
Nothing but a heart musher
Child hater
Child hater
Don’t even care for your sons and daughters
Wife despiser
Wife despiser
You take care of the bills but not your wife
Life smasher
Life smasher
With you around, no one has a life
Divorce maker
Divorce maker
All you do is smash wedding rings
Not caring
Not caring
For how many times we must rebuild our dreams.
Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2016
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Tonight I can write the saddest of lines
writing for example, the night is of stars
and the stars are of opals and shimmer in the distance
The night winds revolve around the sky, it sings of resistance
Tonight I will write the saddest of songs
I loved her and she loved me too sometimes
Through nights like this one, I held her in my hands
as I kissed her
Again and again under the timelapse skies
She loved me and sometimes I too loved her
how could I have not loved her deep still eyes
Tonight I can cry the saddest of poems
to think that I dont have her and to feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more timelapse with out her
and the verses fall, into my soul, like pain for the pleasure
What does it matter if my hands couldn't keep her
in this starry night timelapse, she is gone forever,
no more is sure
This is all
In the distance
Some one is singing
in the distance
Some one is crying
some one is dying
Without her in the distance
Oh, it's just me
and my sight tries to find her
My heart looks for her
My ears hear for her
And now
I no longer love her
But oh how I loved her
and my voice tried to find the wind
to touch her hearing... in the timelapse sky
Because nights like this one
are like the nights I held her in my hands
but
This will be the last pain she makes me suffer
and the last verse I write for her...In the distance
Copyright © Liam Alepta | Year Posted 2017
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Puppy Love at 55
When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love
With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame …
“Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!”
Sound adorable. Singing, “He is mine. I am his. Gonna get married, take his name.”
Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent …
At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five;
I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent;
Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive
So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure
We thought the best of belle or beau
Time never existed. No bills, diapers, nothing to insure
Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure …
When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure
I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure
Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future …
No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now.
So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners:
Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it;
Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires
For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected!
The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence
But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies
That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins
And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes -
(Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different)
But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017
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Blow out your wind swept mind,
Your heart is a festival of times,
Come closer, if you don't decline,
You just don't know what you'll find.
I told you I loved you, but I lied,
Amongst other things I would say to you,
Just to keep you happy
I gave you a ring.
Thirteen years later you were standing at the door,
But I wouldn't open it like I did before.
Started sleeping in separate rooms,
Honey, this ain't love, this is war.
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How many tears must fall from brown eyes before I lay me down to sleep.
Where hurtful dreams of betrayal and lies hide in shadows they creep.
How long did you think you could go around cheating and not be found out.
With all your two dollar whores and think I'd not scream and shout!
See if they'll put up with your bullsh**, until the next one catches your eye.
As for me I'm done with your no account two timing a** once and for all...
GOODBYE!!!!
https://youtu.be/eopNLWRW0IM
Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017
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Mid-April evening, overlooking Clear Lake
at Chelsea’s Wine Bar, a party of one:
Sipping white zinfandel, I feel the chill
of my half-empty glass while fancy-free
flatware clatters impassive pageantry.
A moment. An hour. Another, until,
on the wooden veranda, I see you take
a familiar draw from your lipstick stained
cigarette. I thought you had quit awhile back.
I couldn’t - and step outside where the
unchanged breeze holds a subtle hint
of perfume. That hasn’t changed. I hesitate,
but then say “hello”. Turning away, you say
“it’s late”. I nod. Unnoticed by agreement.
5/1/2017
For Fancy Free Poetry Contest
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Immodest mouse (though sheepishly I drive):
Cheese-poof ambition traps shred Plexiglas;
Life’s tint is circus; freaks pedaling thrive;
My spinner’s stopped, feline-stripped out of gas.
Cradled in moon’s ambitious pseudo-shine,
Not that I could, see I’ve nowhere to go;
Clawed dizzy by stars she hangs as a shrine,
Marathons end; unfinished lines won’t glow.
Out of fuel. Out of road. Locked out of car,
Stained trips on oil-leaks cadaverous spilt;
Climbing the gallows I’ll soon be a star,
Thumb-tacked eternal; pierce sharp lunar guilt.
As I ascend, I wink once at the moon
Just to remind her - she’ll come down real soon.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017
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