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A final ugly bellow followed by the front door's slam and then. . .
the natural and sweet respite of silence.
She remained where he'd left her
and faced a pair of stony eyes staring back at her from the bathroom mirror.
Stoically she stood, anger-fingers pressed to the inside of the basin's rim.
A gall of indignation clutched at the inside of her throat.
Her whispered curses waxed into a scream, "I hate you. You bastard. I Hate You!"
Moments later. . . sad, kindred eyes met hers,
asking what they always asked, "How do you support this all these years?"
She gazed at the only one who truly knew and felt a rush of utter desolation.
Concentrated rage was channeled to a river of self-pity.
It spilled up and into the bile of her throat, erupting in her helpless gasps,
transforming into hard and bitter sobs,
and with this lament came gushing tears.
Nothing else existed but the woman in the mirror and the grief.
Some moments passed. She sniffled.
Further weeping now would take some effort.
She sighed the sigh of familiar resignation.
Glancing at her consort, red-eyed, in the mirror,
she turned the faucet on and dabbed a tear-streaked face.
The telephone was ringing, so as she went to get the phone,
she steeled herself
in case the flood had not entirely ebbed.
For the Catharsis Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Today I stopped to smell a rose
And got a fairy in my nose.
She buzzed her little fairy wings
She kicked and punched and other things.
It kind of tickled as she fought
But all her struggling was for naught.
Like glue my boogies held her there
Her tiny frame lodged in my nare.
Some pixie dust she threw therein
And though she tried, she could not win.
It turns out I’m allergic, see
To all that dust she threw on me.
I hacked and coughed and then I wheezed
I snorted, sniffled…even sneezed
And yet despite those awful fits
Up in my nose, the fairy sits.
A nasal home where she must stay
Until she figures out a way
to climb down and my nostril breach…
She’s just too deep for me to reach.
So next time when you hear them say
to smell the roses on your way,
Recall the fairy in my sniffer
And know that my advice may differ.
05/01/15
Stars In My Heart
Free from pain, he lay aloof and still on the bier
I saw him sleep motionless with no trace of fear
Recanting the prayers after the village priest-head
Eyes lowered I sniffled and dropped my heavy head
Sandalwood logs and incense were placed above him
Saline tears kept dripping down as all looked so grim
The crackling red flames shot arrows to heaven's bed
When pyre was kindled to bid farewell to the dead
His soul with fire danced in celebration
But our souls were charred and ashen as dad moved on
In a pensive mood I reflected on fusion
Of bonds and connections that bind us to love on
The inferno brought me out of this delusion
Of nothingness, but stars in my heart to live on
May 1, 2016
Elements Parts 4 - Fire
For Brian Davey
12 syllables in each line
Walking down road of life and
we're talking.
Sharing our stories- laughing
and gawking.
While expressing the troubles
that made your day hard-
A climax interrupted,
The ending was scarred.
A bridge built to pass, we
thought it would last.
Like spilling a glass, our
moment was vast.
When all of the sudden- The End of our date.
A murderous halt- the car
stopped too late.
You sniffled your nose, a drunk
driver dozed...
Then BAM! - Our bodies were
lifeless in clothes.
It's noises of sirens we both left
behind,
And a drunk put in cuffs with
jail on his mind.
I loved you a lot, but held off to
say...
I wanted it perfect- the right
time of day.
Now I know there was no other
way,
But to confront this difficult,
"I love you" cliche.
Carpe diem, just live like you
mean it.
Seize the day, or die like you've
seen it.
Every breath allows you the
chance,
To rethink your life- ask her to
dance.
-Yours Truly
He sat himself down on the edge that evening with the gravest of sadness trickling with his tears and a whimper that shook his body. As he fixed his position to one more suitably comfortable, he watched as his legs languidly wandered with the strong evening breeze. The blue evening sky shimmered off the water below, above whom birds flocked as they admired themselves as they glided in graceful harmony. The young man, admiring the birds as they fluttered, watched helplessly as his tears fell- in hope that they would make tiny ripples in the calm river hundreds of feet below. As he stared listlessly in the depths of the river, with whom a dark blue colour glimmered, he wandered whether it's darkness marked a towering depth. As he questioned such thoughts, he clutched his chest sorrowfully and tried to distract his attentions to the nearby cars as they exalted weary noises in their locomotion on the bridge. Not wanting to be any more of a nuisance than he was compelled to believe, he tried spiritedly not to pay attention to the banquette of horns rearward, as he thought it non-polite to engage with passing drivers who drove their cars on such an elevated road whose height pierced clouds asunder. He placed his hand in his pocket as it struggled from the powerful wayward breeze, and took out his wallet. Grasping the photo of his love as further tears graced his cheeks, he turned it around and examined the note on the back which read: "I shall always love you, for all eternity". On reading her avowal and watching his tears douse the picture, he smelled her photo; which retained a small monument of her rosy scent, and he sniffled sullenly. He stood to his feet and relinquished the photo as he watched it descend in a flittered free-fall. Suddenly he was struck and echoes of gunfire palpitated the evening air as motorists watched helplessly, and the young man tumbled as his body rotated with the gun as it perforated the breeze below and hit the water with an almighty blow.After a few minutes, the waters calmed and caught his body as it sank to mighty depths.
He now slept, and romance was now at peace and she smiled as she accosted herself with the forever knowledge that the young lover now danced in towering depths, unloved, for all eternity.
The sun had been courteously shining,
But disappeared progressively.
The clouds became dark and rushing;
I heard several thunderous thunders.
Small and scattered drops of rain started falling.
Then, it started raining and pouring;
With no umbrella, I compacted my paces.
I was critically soaked but paddled forward.
I became like a homeless dog in a desert,
Roaming around with no company;
I was devastated, completely desperate
On a foreign land, like in a mangrove.
No one to talk to, except my inner person
That called for death, but it never came.
I cried, I moaned and sniffled over and over.
My small heart was quickly pumping.
All my tears were wiped by the rain.
Choiceless, I seemed to like that shower,
Though it disturbed my journey.
In loneliness, my legs were wobbling.
I sat on a wanderer’s huge stone,
Bent my head on both my knees.
I recalled the days of good weather,
But I was optimistic to get dry someday.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile.
"If anything were to ever happen,"
whispered a girl with heavy eyes and lips,
"remember to set your alarm for six,
you have a bad habit of sleeping in."
She sighed as the sky began to blacken
and sniffled in sync with the faucet drip.
"If everything falls and your smile slips,
we will dance to your broken violin."
Before she knew it, anything happened.
She tried to scream, "please do not take me there."
But it slowly faded out of her view.
"If I had my way, I would've been there and
your violin would have played everywhere,
reminding the world how much I love you."
The ball flew straight ahead
Smacking her right in the head
I pitched it to her
It came so fast, it happened in a blur
She sniffled in pain
As I thought in my brain,
I could have said, "Head's up!" or "Watch out!"
But I watched as the coach said, "Timeout!"
My face turns red, I feel ashamed
I knew I didn't aim
I forget to say sorry
I think she thought I was angry
I see it in my dreams
And sometimes in daydreams
I and I will never forget
How we both were so upset
Memories of whip-lashing words
steep me deep into a roil of rancid oil
my soul a weeping blistered sore
my heart a gangrene amputee
pus-green-memories rupture to plague me
infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks
in a pale cringe I sniffled the cold floor my confidant
a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim of his fist
buried by a madman’s magma
I turned to obsidian and fractured
my sense of self a thousand blades of glass
words spewed like chewed-tobacco spit
pinned me in place like a pitchfork’s blackened tines
he split my skin stripped me to my bones
his vulture needs I remember
my emotional remains he savored
flavored with backhands and vodka bottle bottoms
I seethed in sour juices of moonshine abuses
pain and shame I counted moons I tried to hide
as I breathe so I do remember
I fantasized of blasting him to the belly of Hell
when I’d usher vengeful death inside our dark door
reaper’s reckoning when this battered forget-me-not
shattered hateful bones with buck-shot scatter— damn!
I would’ve paid the devil for a jail cell to be free
candlelight nights bruised by cruiser lights
black-eyed Susan pressed between diary pages
concussion dreams panic my pulse and dilate my eyes
oh sleep of the dead heal me with your deceased peace
‘til night hags of nightmares die ...I will remember
In dominant night chill of the winter breeze,
As i walked into the realm that was ceased,
A dark cluttered voice converged and groomed,
echoed with an offense that was bloomed,
the unsullied calamity that befallen on the doomed,
I heard a loud whisper tangled with a resolve,
More furious and suffocating as it was,
the rusted freight of the sandstones were lying,
with no notion or any desire to acquire life,
they've moved to the other dimension with a rift,
that succumbed every bit of tiny moisture before the shift,
It tackled my brain and pumped out my blood,
watching them tearing apart made my wisdom flood,
i desired to pass there message to the world,
as they were desperate to enlighten those which were about to face,
the real devastation which they were about to brace,
in the end i was restless and remained undone,
watching them move on without passing the words,
the harmony that they were about to encounter,
i think i somewhat did sniffled out there position,
at long lasted while they ended moving on for revolution.
She glanced up furtively from the shelter of the doorway
Huddled against the cold
In a tattered spring jacket three sizes too big for her
Bitter winter wind rushed down her neck and through her sleeves
A scruffy stray dog sniffled at her suspiciously, hopefully
Then sauntered off down the dark alleyway
The brown skin of her fingertips was tinged bluish white
So she tucked them into her armpits for warmth
She had long since stopped shivering
The headlights of the cruiser shone upon her like the morning light
Bold, bright and blinding
The patrolman reached down and picked her up effortlessly
Carrying her to the warmth of his car
Her body stiff from holding her bent position for so long
She went through this far too often
If only she could go home…
I invited my oldest daughter to dinner for her half birthday.
It was highly embarrassing when she wrestled me to
The ground for the check, and I landed in some guy’s lap.
Sorry, I said. “This is my daughter.”
She glared at me.
“Why did you do that?” she asked me.
“Why did you bite my hand?” I asked back. “I have not had a tetanus shot.”
“You had one last February, remember?”
I suddenly remembered who FORCED me in to get one, because she did
not (prissy voice now) “Want her mother to get lock jaw.”
I had screamed and wailed and begged and sniffled and sobbed.
It did me no good. I got the shot that hurt less than my wailing and sobbing had.
“And could I please have my credit card back now?” I asked Miss Aggressive.
The waitress turned and looked when I said that, so I stuck out my tongue.
I had told her up front I would be paying, after all.
“Do you want to go shopping?” my daughter asked.
“I can’t,” I replied. “You have my credit card.”
So we looked at the dessert menu, but everything
was costly, and we both knew we would end up on the
floor again, maybe in sumo diapers, and we were too full
to wrestle without guaranteed bouts of flatulence the next time.
So we went to her house and watched six TV shows she wanted
me to “see” in about forty-two minutes.
Oh, my, you ask, how does anyone watch six TV shows in less than
an hour?
Easy when your daughter has the remote, and fast forwards through all
the parts she already saw that were “too boring to see” which means you
get to see some of the beginning, maybe a minute in the middle,
and if you are very lucky, the ending. Another enjoyable evening
with an assertive-borderline-aggressive-beyond-belief daughter
who obviously takes after her daddy’s side of the family.
I took her gift back, and went home.
It might be her birthday, but she did not deserve a gift,
due to blatant arrogance and having to be in charge of me.
No one else EVER tries to be in charge of me!
I dread the bleak dark end-of days when I end up at her mercy,
days in the future, when I cannot see out, or walk or talk, and she is my jailer.
Maybe she will deserve this birthday gift next year but I doubt it.
I have brought this birthday gift over six years in a row, and as
you can see, the less-aggressive one still has it.
at 8 11 a.m. I met destiny by surprise
shadows of grey clouds took over my sky
the sun sizzled out in the rain
puddles of dirty water splattered on my legs
shower water heated up until steam blinded me
I found particles of gravel from asphalt in the tub
a whirlpool gurgled the filthy water down the drain
the towel warmer had made my robe nice and toasty
yesterdays tomorrow, ended today
my brain slushed around in my head
rapid pulse, chilling sweat, I shivered
dizziness made me plop into a chair
I sniffled into a kleenex, avoiding eye contact
tears of guilt and shame wrestled for dominance
locked away where secrets go, safe from peering eyes
the screaming horde shoved their signs in my face
a murderer...me? I died that day, do you know why?
who he was? he pinned me down silencing me with a kiss
you're screaming and breathing now, proof you're alive
I did nothing wrong, I'm just collateral damage
ever hear of precautions, abstinence, condoms
he used the rhythm method, it didn't work
by your logic those choices are premeditated murder
I was victimized, he's in jail, I'm no bodies victim anymore
191 words 24 line 6 stanzas © 9 months ago, Sharon
He was a foul mouthed fellow from Falmouth
Who spouted and spewed some sewage - like slime
'Til he met a maiden who made a new man
And taught this rodent ridden rummy to rhyme
He piddled and puddled and peeled off a poem
Then sniffled and snuffled and sensed out a sonnet
He metered and teetered and tested a Tanka -
The maiden smiled and tipped him her bonnet
Soon the Queen quoted quips from his efforts
Said his musings were meant for the mellow
He grinned and penned a fabulous Footle
He was no more just a foul mouthed fellow
1-11-20
Contest: Twist My Tongue
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Daisy Daisy give me your answer do, said he
"I can't cuz I got de flu" she sniffled then blew
Daisy Daisy you know I love you
she plucked at the petals, then counted, recounted with rue
Daisy daisy won't you finally, say I do ?
" I'd like to, I want to but, Achew!
Daisy Daisy whats up with you ?
I got a cold and I don't know what to do !
Hot Toddy Hot lovin'.... he gave her, that night
then he loved her and kissed her, with all of his might !
The next day she knelt on one knee and did ask,
"oh Pippin oh Pippin won't you marry me"
I can't love I'm sickie, not now love, Tee Hee.
In the meantime, the ring was attached to a daisy,
of course he'd marry her, she drove him half crazy !!!