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Yesterday,
I went home for lunch,
I never go home for lunch.
When I got to our apartment
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.
Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.
I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key.
I reached for the door knob and turned.
The door was open.
I don't know how I knew.
The moment I entered I knew.
I froze.
I could feel it,
smell it,
hell I could taste it.
I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,
my lungs were grasping for air
for some oxygen
some sweet, sweet oxygen
but I could barely breathe.
“Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking.
Not really walking,
it was like moving through mud,
like a slow motion scene in a movie.
But this wasn't a movie.
This was my life and I could feel it slipping away
from my grasp.
I heard noises!
Francine.
I had heard those noises a hundred times before,
they were the sounds of an Angel
but this was no heaven
this was my own private nightmare.
The moans traveled through the muck in the air
amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.
It mocked me over and over again.
Climbing a mountain might have been easier
but I finally reached the bedroom,
and there they were,
and there she was.
I knew,
I knew the moment I entered the apartment.
Why hadn't I just turned back?
I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,
covered in layers of my own tears.
I could see her
I knew I had never seen him before.
They were naked and in our bed.
Naked in OUR BED!
How do you that?
How do you cross the line to that extreme?
You'd think the green eyed monster
would control my actions from here on in.
I did see green!
I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to
end up the morning headline in the newspaper.
That monster jealousy was by my side but I took
charge.
I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now.
You'd think I would be mad,
I wasn't.
You'd think I'd curse and call her whore.
I didn't!
Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.
This hacked away at my spirit,
tore away at my self worth.
I felt like a pile of worthless shreds.
I spoke
I mean my lips moved and words came out...
I think.
I think I said,
I'm not sure it all happened so fast,
she never spoke.
I could see the shame on her face
she didn't need to speak,
but,
but I think I said 'Sorry...
I said Sorry and I left.
I wandered for what seemed hours,
it was minutes.
It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;
there just wasn't any music anymore.
I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.
Like a broken record it was skipping,
like a broken record it played
in a loop of repetitive monotony.
I suffered in my circled steps
until I couldn't stand it any more.
I found just enough strength
to return to the apartment.
I knew she was gone
I already felt the emptiness in my whole.
We'd never see each other again.
We had been so much.
She was a big part of my life.
She was the love of my life.
I would never love anyone like that again.
So much of her was me.
I thought she was my soul mate.
We let go of all of it.
There is a feeling of betrayal.
A feeling of disgust.
A jealousy that takes over.
I'd never look at her the same again.
Everything she ever did from that day on
would always make me suspicious.
Jealousy would rule me.
Jealousy should never rule anyone.
If you can't trust the people in your life,
friend or lover, you need to remove that
person from your life.
You have to remove that person out of your life.
Trust, is the only gift we can offer.
Friend, lover or stranger!
People can trust me.
My word is my bond.
I let her go,
I really didn't have a choice
I would never be the same again.
She was gone.
She had left a note.
It said Sorry!
Sorry!
We both were.
Maurice Yvonne
11~30~2014
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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Envious Ivy was her name
I’d buy something new – she’d put me to shame
My designer coat in a shade of emerald green
Ivy bought an identical one just to be mean
She was the most terrible copycat
See your purchase and say ‘oh I fancy one like that’
If I got a new car you could guarantee
Ivy would get the same just to copy me
She was like a shadow that just wouldn’t leave
If I had a great idea then Ivy would thieve
The copying went on for many many years
I got so fed up with it I'd end up in tears
Imitation is said to be a great form of flattery
Ivy was so jealous she should have lived in a cattery
I recently heard that Ivy had passed away
Do I have plans to copy her … NO WAY!
Contest:It’s Spring – Show Me Green – Francine Roberts
03~25~15
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
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Why oh Why
A Collaboration between Seren Roberts, Tim Smith and Arthur Vaso
Poem inspired by Seren Roberts
Each poem written from a different view
The Murderer
The Murdered
The Mannequins who witnesses the crime
Why of Why
Lovers Die
Mannequins Cry
Sat, with his head in his hands
Remembering how love had once been,
Now, because of his stupidity
He was on his own, solitary again
Remembering, how love had been,
Behind the bars he now calls home
He was on his own as before and again,
Realizing, he was such a petty bitter fool
Behind the bars he now calls home
His mind, aflame with tears of regret
Realizing he was an utter fool,
To have stabbed her to death in a bloody pool
His mind aflame, with deep regret
Why... did he buy a knife that day...why?
To have stabbed her to death
Cause she had given love another try.
Oh how he wishes, its he that had died
Lovers Die
I linger with the scent of flowers
cascading over what was once spring showers
Your red hands drip passion
long since cooled
darkness surrounding you has lifted
and only I can see the light
Why couldn't you leave
a girl clamoring to be free
dressed in a burnt orange skirt
driven to the stake with your hurt
Words were written on the wall
but all you did was erase it all
Twisted as the knife turns
in a cell your hell burns
Mannequins Cry
We have no faces
We have no voices
You think we have no feelings
You see us as objects in commercial spaces
We saw the hidden knife unfold
We saw the young ones stabbed so bold
Pain is the emotion that frightens us all
Mannequins crying, tears running as we see her crawl
When the blood flowed
When the redness of hate showed
We with no faces
Shed tears at the human disgraces
Such young love so brutally robbed
By the jealous and lonely one, made us all sob
He regrets I am sure the hate that overflowed
Life's so torn it can't be sown
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
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With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen
With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.
If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.
Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.
With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.
R.J. Lindley
4-23 -1977
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108
Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.
They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies
They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test
They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be
IS ME
-Sanderline Fleury :)
Copyright © Sanderline Fleury | Year Posted 2013
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SONNET – SHADOW OF JEALOUSY
Oh, those woeful shadows of jealous ways
precarious villain for reasons dazed,
poisoning the longing love‘s lasting days,
without confidence to chase love hazed.
The shadow of jealousy dimmed the light,
darkened every dawn and day with anguish,
torment with false accusations incite,
suffering distress ruling to languish.
Jealousy! That mortal weakness of mood,
destroying virtuous dawning passion,
love’s purity with innocence pursued,
led astray from feelings of compassion.
Why? Why was my trust in you forsaken,
the trust in myself, my self-worth shaken.
T.J Grén
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
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All I could do was stand and stare
Your actions caught me unaware
I’d got it earmarked all for me
To enjoy with my cup of tea
I arrived in the room – my eyes grew wide
The very last chocolate éclair, it was inside
YOUR mouth
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
MEN!
11~25~14
Contest: Green Eyed Monster
Sponser: Verlena. S. Walker
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
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Once significant and alluring, your luster faded.
Perhaps it was the treachery in hollow eyes jaded.
Was there ever a light
in a soul dark as night?
Promises of love only heralded grief;
faith I once had turned to disbelief.
She was younger, pretty, but above all newer.
Agony in my heart came from betrayal’s skewer.
How could I blame her when I knew that soon
your allegiance would change like the inconstant moon?
She would then feel the fickle pitchfork of pain -
those knots in her stomach twisted by emotions feigned.
Only now can I see you for what you are.
Anger settled; no longer do we spar.
Bitterness made way for resignation again.
Maybe I shall once more learn to trust men.
Then I can guide your latest castaway
and ease the surging sting of her dismay.
Your fate rests on a tremulous shore
where, as looks fade, you can offer nothing more.
*Written November 21, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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Death to the mockingbird with one shot to the heart,
Crushing wings with desperation sings sorrow worlds apart.
Concrete tears from wasted eyes fall on a mossy burial ground,
Taste the regret as it is yet to expel a gasping sound.
And rise oh symphonic sun in my mourning put rest to the moon,
Dehydrate this skin from deep within that I may die at noon.
Searching for stars to blanket this despairs shroud of living,
Pinpricks of celestial poison judgmental eyes are giving.
Blood upon my hands stains jealousy in deep wrinkled crease,
Saliva soiled dirt leaves an after taste that will never cease.
Breaking the joints of folded frozen wings opening like a book,
Laid before the novel ends I search for the heart that I took.
Oh mockingbird you brought this battle a war I inhale victory,
Would the devil rise with golden stained eyes celebrating with me.
With weighted flesh, holding her heart, he examines my deed,
Silently I beg come with me, success demands fulfilling my greed.
The devil he does make his choice, strong cradled hands receive
Welcoming the mockingbird, even in death does she deceive.
Breathing to life from lips I longed to love, the mockingbird awakes,
Flapping wings, resentment it stings, the ground under me shakes.
The mockingbird laughs for she mocks me no longer,
She has taken everything from me, and now she is stronger.
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2015
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She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...
She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging
~~~R*A*G*I*N*G~~~
He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"
she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"
She looks up into his face
breathless
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim
She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him in...in
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet
the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
breathless...spent
in a storm of tears
released...repentant
of her insane jealousy
the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm
meek
"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU
Serenity...is overrated."
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
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‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree
Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy
For it was - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me
She spoke - with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with threads of gold
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul
She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green
And as she talked - he appeared - before me
As in a - living dream
She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar
She told me how - with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven - but a breath away
Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee
I longed to feel his breath
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now burned - so deep within
So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And sealed - my evil deed
My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again
"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.
So tenderly - he holds me now
And finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle - down my leaves
Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life
Why did you have to die?”
And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding - above the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me - with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.
~~~
Author: Elaine George
August 29th, 2009
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009
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Envious hearts would never be lovers of truth and justice but devotees to falsehood and injustice!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
04 June 2016
* Today I received a soupmail by someone who never visits me, accusing me of supporting someone who harasses ladies and gentlemen alike!
I would never commit injustice against anyone! I only comment to the poem written ignoring why the poem is written.
Sometimes poems are fictitious. It is impossible to know what is in the mind of the writer since there are no names of the supposed victim! I DECLARE THAT NEVER SUPPORTED OR WILL I SUPPORT ANY INJUSTICE and would like to let this person know that I am a free man and an honest one! It is better for the author of that soup mail not to try to turn one person against the other. Here we are not to divide people but to unite them! At least I AM DOING IT IN PRACTICE.
God bless him who sent me the message and may he sees the light and stop creating groups to fight one against the other so as for him to reign! I also ask all our soupers to work in harmony for we suppose to be poets inspired by God and since GOD IS LOVE let us LOVE ONE ANOTHER !
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016
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I could care less about the four
corners of insults,
That intelligence invites;
It is always the first straw of
grass that’s grows,
which reveals the popular outcast;
As a youth, I found my image cut down
into this manufactured silhouette.
Drenched in social rain, my peers
had never found me more alienated,
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse
topics;
They did everything in their power to provide
a verbal umbrella,
However, the texture remains weak and
defeated.
This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought,
For within this cranial mansion resides
additional rooms,
For the more abstract and surreal
elements of life;
It is that secluded gland which reveals
the renaissance of men, who wear
infinite Fedoras.
Now wearing the shoes of a young
man,
A taste of charisma resides in my
veins;
However this slight addiction to external
haze,
Comes in second to my first drug of
choice: Wisdom.
Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime;
So don’t be surprised when resistance
knocks at your door,
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within
your temple;
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood
fruit,
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.
Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2013
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A jealous woman am I…a very jealous woman
For you, dear, are MY man, my very own possession
Yes, I do own you; you are under my lock and key
Don’t you dare now look at her, for you belong to ME!
My love is a gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless
If you dare try to escape, you’ll suffer…I confess
You know I will track you down, and then I’ll make you pay
I’ll bring fire to your nights and torture you by day
You are branded with my love; it's plain for all to see
Revenge on seductress will come swiftly, trust in me!
The fire that burns you up when you are in MY bed
The self same will sear your heart, if you love her instead
You see, my dear, you’re mine…all mine…mine and ONLY mine
Baby, don’t you mess things up, and I will treat you fine
I’ll be your muse and your slave; I’ll be your everything
Ask of me your every wish; I’ll treat you like a king.
A jealous woman am I, a very jealous woman...
But if you stay my own, I’ll make you taste of heaven.
For Verlena's Green Eyed Monster Contest
A Repost
Not Entered in any contest before
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
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‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree
Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy
For it was - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me
She spoke - with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with threads of gold
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul
She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green
And as she talked - he appeared - before me
As in a - living dream
She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar
She told me how - with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven - but a breath away
Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee
I longed to feel his breath
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now burned - so deep within
So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And sealed - my evil deed
My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again
"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.
So tenderly - he holds me now
And finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle - down my leaves
Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life
Why did you have to die?”
And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding - above the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me - with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.
~~~
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
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Have I jealousy of my dear mate?
I don’t think I have any, but wait!
I sure wish I could pee
in the wood near a tree
like my husband does, standing up straight!
(Alternate title of this one , Weenie Envy! Don’t know if I can use the P word here - heehee, but wood seemed a good synonym!) Entry for The Green Eyed Monster Poetry
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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Jaunty faces
Evoke positive thoughts
And even though they say encouraging words to you
Layered within those words are thoughts of failure
Only their mind’s eye knows about
Until that day you are on your knees
Struggling to get up; while they are watching you and not lending a hand
©135020092013
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2013
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O’ Jealousy
SORRY FOR THE BROKEN
LINES- EACH SINGLE
LINE ENDS WITH A
COMMA.
O’ Jealousy how
wonderful You are,
You sow the seeds of
hatred,
So deep,
Often even,
In an innocent
heart,
That friendship,
love and sympathy,
Began to seize
slowly,
By the charm of your
tempting arts.
You create doubts,
To watering the
plants of hatred,
Which slowly grows,
On the fertile land
of mind,
But soon,
Its roots began to
find,
Their pores,
In the soft corner
of hearts,
And then one day,
It takes into its
clutches,
Even the most
liberal part of our
hearts.
I salute thee, O’
Jealousy,
As you live in every
heart,
And began to show
your colors,
Irrespective of age,
regions and bars,
In every land of
this Earth,
Even high in the sky
and the heaven,
You live and bloom
in every season,
You move from one
end to another,
So swiftly and so
fast,
Without the
formalities,
Of any permission,
And without the need
of any pass,
No sky can limit
your boundaries,
No heart can torn
you apart.
No one in the entire
universe,
Has the power to
make you stop,
Sooner or later we
all succumbs,
In the traps of your
alluring arts,
How beautiful and
catching,
You weave a story,
To trap the poor
hearts,
How magnificently
you wait,
For the prey to play
in your hands,
And to see its great
fall,
While singing the
same tune and songs,
Which you have
weaved,
Through your master
craftsmanship,
For the poor soul
and hearts.
For this reason,
I salute you,
O’ most beautiful
jealously,
As you are a
beloved,
Of everyone’s heart.
Please be merciful
on me,
And leave me without
your shines,
In my heart,
In lieu of this,
I promise to praise
thee in my arts,
O’ jealousy, how
wonderful you are.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th
Aug. 2014
Note: "THE BROKEN
LINES MAY DEFORM THE
POEM
WHICH OFTEN HAPPENS
WHILE PLACING THE
POEM
ON POETRY SOUP" Hope
this technical
problem would
be checked by the
Poetry Soup Team.
Ravindra K Kapoor
31st Aug. 2014
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I am jealous
of everything that has ever touched you,
the breaths of hot sunshine that have soothed your cheeks with hope,
the moonlight that has painted your lips with lilly silver,
the darkness that has calmed you into soft slumber,
the rain that has pelted your flesh with sky splash,
the breeze that has lifted your hair with seductive intent,
Jealous of every temptation that has made your soul sweat,
every secret that has sworn obedience to your obsessions,
every kiss that has taken a taste of your sweet heat
every man that has collapsed into your romance,
every mouth that has spoken your name with awe
every second that has circled your psyche,
every particle that has pranced through your bloodstream,
every emotion that enlivens your ego,
every knot of knowledge that supports your smarts,
every star that has caught your girlish wishes,
every tear that slides faithfully from the pink rims of your eyelids,
every cut that has silenced your pride,
Jealous of every thing
that has left you, fed you, led you, entered you,
yet, I am grateful for all these odd and splendid things
that have known your beauty and pain,
for they have made my need for you real
and your love for me possible,
this jealousy is my love hypocrisy -
J.A.B.
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015
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I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night
I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine
Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine
The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene
Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace
It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate
Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face
For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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SONNET – VIRTUE
Honesty! True to my heart’s sole desire,
never-ending quest to find love’s design
to fulfill my hearts yearning, burning fire,
with a soft caress; gentleness benign.
Virtue! In excellence and in weakness,
wherefore to keep the gift of innocence,
yet let passion free from it’s tame meekness
and release from the words of reticence.
Goodness! Lest faulty notion lead astray,
noble chivalry to woo fair maidens.
Admirable, yes! But friendships betray,
in bowing to love’s charms in pure cadence.
Integrity of my heart’s possession,
replaced by virtue’s weakness; obsession.
T.J Grén
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015
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The winged god Zephyrus, handsome and graceful
gently flapped his wings, gliding across the meadows.
His eyes fell on naked youths splashing at play
in the sparkling water of a deep wide pool, sheltered
by willow trees, where fragrant flowers bloomed.
He slowed his flight and looked with lust and admiration.
On the green grass he espied a tender youth;
athletic and beautiful was this young Spartan prince,
scantily dressed, playing his flute with nimble touch.
Zephyrus’ heart fluttered and leapt; he could not help
falling deeply in love with beautiful Hyacinth.
Little did he know that he was already being
courted by Apollo! Out of sight he lay in wait
then made his move and sought him out at sunset.
He approached him and with golden words he tried
to tempt his heart, but all in vain. Though impressed,
Hyacinth remained firm and faithful to Apollo.
That night, Zephyrus many restless hours spent
alone, ignoring Chloris’s sexual charms.
Entangled thoughts engulfed his frenzied mind,
jealousy clawed at his heart, tore deep within.
Dawn arrived, and bleary eyed he hastened forth
towards the hills, in search of calm respite.
Alas, it was not meant to be; envy reared its head
with poisoned fangs that sent him reeling mad.
Emotions changed from red to green, and in despair
he flew high up, aimlessly circling in the sky.
Then all at once, upon a verdant field below,
he caught sight of Hyacinth and Apollo
playfully engaged in discus throwing.
The green-eyed monster lunged and with swift intent
Zephyrus blew a gust of wind that swerved the discus
from its route and it hit Hyacinth on the head
resulting in instant death. Jealousy prevailed.
Furious yet heartbroken, Apollo held Hyacinth
tightly in his arms, blood dripping from his temple;
and with one last act of love he changed that blood
into a most beautiful flower called Hyacinth.
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Contest: Epic Only
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
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I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love! I am the one, who loves
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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Penumbra reflections of darkness weigh cynical in my soul.
When crepuscular dreams creep through the twilight
I hear their sonorous songs sing their deceptive toll
like dysphonic bells, their desultory tones cry the devil's delight,
belying the calm of the halcyon night.
Jealousy eats at me, masticating my miserable flesh,
each time I see your opulent smile it takes yet another bite,
chewing slowly savoring and seeking my heart to enmesh
as visceral emotions move slow through molasses midnight,
exuberant in their need to leave me contrite.
01/31/16
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2016
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Yesterday I went home for lunch
I never go home for lunch
When I got to our apartment I don't know why
but I didn't reach for my key
I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key
I reached for the door knob and turned
The door was open
The moment I entered I knew I froze
I could feel it smell it hell I could taste it
I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move
my lungs were grasping for air for some oxygen
but I could barely breathe
Leave I told myself but I kept walking
Not really walking, it was like a slow motion scene in a movie
But this wasn't a movie
This was my life and I could feel it slipping away from my grasp
I heard noises
Francine
I had heard those noises a hundred times before
they were the sounds of an Angel
but this was no heaven this was my own private nightmare
The moans traveled through the muck in the air
and were amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker
It mocked me over and over again
Climbing a mountain might have been easier
I finally reached the bedroom
I knew the moment I entered the apartment
Why hadn't I just turned back
I could barely see my eyes were
covered in layers of salted moisture
but I could see her I had never seen him before
They were naked in our bed Our bed
You'd think the green eyed monster
would control my actions from here
on in.
I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to
end up the morning headline in the newspaper.
That monster jealousy was by my side but I took
charge. I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now.
You'd think I would be mad I wasn't
You'd think I'd curse and call her whore she wasn't
She was just sharing, sharing her body
with someone, someone who wasn’t me
Being cut open alive must be less painful than this
I had done the same countless times before
That was so different it felt so harmless the other way around
You excuse it rationalize it away
But this hacked away at my spirit
and tore at my self-worth
I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out
I think I think I said I'm not sure it all happened so fast
she never spoke
I could see the shame on her face
she didn't need to speak but
but I think I said Sorry I said Sorry and I left
I wandered for what seemed hours it was minutes
It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer
there just wasn't any music anymore
I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my heart
Like a broken record it was skipping
I suffered in my circled steps
until I couldn't stand anymore
and found just enough strength
to return to the apartment
I knew she was gone I already felt the emptiness in my frame
She was gone
She had left a note
It said Sorry
Sorry!
We both were.
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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