Eyes that feel like bullets through me
Bloodshot, guilty
My skin is splattered crimson
Does it remind you of home?
I think i knew you then
Running around the cul de sac
You’d climb the trees, too tall for me
I sure can’t reach you now, where have you gone?
I remember the last time i saw you
Your daddy gave you a mean kiss
Right to the cheek, purple and tender
That faraway look haunts me now, forever.
I’ve forgotten your voice
You’re the only one with it
You don’t answer my collect calls
If you go home, will you remember me?
That cell turned you cold
In there for life, the judge said plaintively
Until death does you part
From the mess you’ve made.
Smell of ashes
the taste of burnt toast,
complexion’s dark
as crows yet
a familiar scent
that lingers
in every empty
mug.
Cold weather
is my body’s ditzy
enemy.
Coats, scarves,
and others embrace never
suffices, yet I still cover
up just to concede
a frivolous
anxiety buried
in my skin.
Frosty compassion
leads a search for dire
need of temptation
within unkempt warmth
of liquid lush brewing
anew into a cup of
addiction.
Bitter is sweet,
sweet is bitter.
Its nature
so capricious meddling
from hate to love,
from love to heart-
ache, from heart-
ache to anger,
from anger to
loss.
Coffee’s taste
attached to every
memory, not once
absent,
a friend, my desire,
$2.49 a cup of cheap
watery indulgence
draws me back
more and more.
My loyal comfort,
as I take a sip,
I indulge
endlessly
Late at night when I’m alone in my bed.
A soft feather pillow under my head.
My mind goes drifting down memory street
when we were together and life was sweet.
We meet at a wedding, we dance all night.
Your face all aglow in the candle light.
Your holding my hand, then, after a while,
holding again as we walk down the aisle.
We stand at the altar making a vow.
‘Till death do us part’…..I’m heartbroken now.
For death did reach out and tore us apart
it took you away and plundered my heart.
So now I live here, on memory street,
where we are together and life is sweet.
To get pay
You must go
Through things
Things we face
Just for the pay
Things we can't say
Things that almost drive us insane.
So many
Pains and shame
We faced
But unable to tame us
We're always resilient
Onward and forward
Until we succeed.
Good life
Our destination
Never settled
For anything
But the best.
A poem is a touch
When life is itchy
It ease a burden
If you read it by heart
The words are simple
No one get stuck
If you get the message
Just let it flow freely
To imagination relay
Sweet or bitter words
Are all therein if you wait
Till all the lines you read
You felt the emotions you get
Just don't pretend it hurts
Or smile if it struck you the most.
I chose to love
Embraced bitter sweet love
My mind's patched
My heart's banded up
Yet it heals to be fibrosed
To never beat like before
All a consequence of loving
Loving has never been more difficult
But do I still will to love
You are damn right , I do
Cos it's my way out of a dystopian life
Love's hurts are like butter to bread compared to my dystopian woes
Finding love was always a daydream until I grew wings and escaped back to reality
You don't know how many times I died inside in loneliness
You can't fathom my heavy burdens
I have appeared all fresh superficially but deep down I dessicated multi-ply
Love was my savior, my guarding grace
Loneliness seeps within my inner soul
I ponder of today and yesterday
Lost to the past my future ever-lasts
Alone, thinking I keep my thoughts at bay
How long will I stay in my room and think?
And now thinking, think good thoughts not bad ones
Excessive thinking, brings me to the brink
My thoughts gathering now dispersing; runs!
I look at the clouds gathering my thoughts
I flood my mind with sadness and regret
Tears rinse me as rain cleanses Earths’ disgrace
I now sit waiting for the sun’s presence
Warmth imbues me with the sound of pheasants
Arid, bony-shanked carapace.
Shiny, weathered patina
tells of desolation,
Belies any promise of richness;
Yet when inverted,
Becoming regal.
A tatty, crown implies
The ancient purport.
Tough, yet easily-torn in avarice.
Revealing, inner passion
Shrieks fecundity and blood,
Gleams with shiny liveliness;
Yet when sundered,
Serried jewels.
A secret, inner-order shows
The abundant warrant.
Red, a study of translucence.
Deep-hued, each perfect gem
Fades to stalk-umbilicus,
Foretells the unborn orchard;
Yet when amassed,
Bitter-sweet.
A fruitful sumptuousness gives life
The noble pomme grenate.
Early winter morning remembering
From the soft warm depths
Of an old man’s bed:
Walking through dark streets
Shivering with cold, thinking of
The soft warm bed she’d pushed me
From of with a final cuddled kiss
Before she snuggled back
Under the warm down duvet
So she was back asleep
Before I’d even left the room;
Stolen half nights with my Illicit
Blonde sweet lover girl
Leaving before the village awoke
So I wouldn’t be seen
As i slipped through the woods
And up the tree lined road
Back to the real world
Suffering the Guardroom banter
As I booked in and became
Once more a three figure number;
Time for a shower to wash away
The sweet smell of her love
Then uniformed and booted
The three day cycle began
Before I could once more
Slip quietly through the woods
Check the street carefully
Before I crept into her house
And back into her arms
And that soft sweet warm bed;
A love with no future
Stolen and finite
But the first sweet full love
Of a callow not yet man
And a sweet older woman
Compassionate kind and loving
Over almost before it began
Still fondly remembered
Across all those many passed years.
Surely time
will ease the pain.
This is the crap,
that can drive you insane.
Shot in the heart;
Remove the arrow.
What you hold today,
Could be gone tomorrow.
In these four walls;
I sit and stare.
I can feel betrayal;
crackling in the air.
You are with someone;
You are never alone.
You come off,
as if you belong on a throne.
How does a person,
Get to the point of no return?
If you make it thru;
A life lesson learned.
You only care about yourself;
It's all about you.
Maybe you have Bitten,
more than you can chew.
All you have to offer;
A sexual power.
Human souls, sins of the flesh,
You devour.
When you become full;
You discard the treat.
The taste of Revenge,
is Bitter Sweet.
Turbo1904
they fell
for our freedom
far away from loved ones
sons and fathers of our nation
lifeless ~
celebration mingled with tears
fallen humanity;
death that should not
have been
08.05.20
reflections on the occasion of the 75th anniversary of VE Day.
Let The Pens Flow - Butterfly Cinquain Poetry Contest -Jenish Somadas
Dedicated to a special boy who was my foster brother for a while.
Bitter Sweet
Our memories are locked inside my chest,
Just knowing you, I am extremely blessed.
When you entered my life, you made your mark,
Your presence filled our house, long after dark,
You're not a sibling, but you’re more than a friend,
I'm so grateful for you, one can't comprehend.
Your voice would brighten everyone's day,
With a ‘Hey’, you greeted people on the way,
The most special moments, were unplanned,
Like a nighttime hug, or when you held my hand,
I loved the way you made us so happy,
I loved every moment, even changing your nappy.
Thanks for the memories you left in my heart,
Saying goodbye to you, was the hardest part,
Which is why, I love seeing you once in a while,
Just hearing your voice makes me smile,
I was sad when you left, but I know you haven't gone,
You have just moved home, to where you belong.
"A Bitter Sweet Tragedy"
It was a typical mid-morning, on January 15 1919, on Keany Square in
north Beantown, you could hear the hooves of horses clopping up and down.
Above the hustle and bustle normally abound, came a deep throated
resonating and horrifying sound.
It grew louder and louder and the next thing they heard, sounded like
slinging turtles. "How could it be? That's absurd!"
Locked in disbelief, they started to cry, "Run, run, run, before you die!
A tank filled with blackstrap molasses had burst at the seams, spewing
two million gallons of black sticky streams.
A massive tide towering 40 feet high swallowed up man and beast like
a spider would a fly.
Some were entombed while still alive, other held on praying for help
to arrive.
When the tide subsided and finished its run, 150 were injured and 20
more lives were good and done.
Lives were lost, lessons learned, settlements were paid but never earned.
And so the story ends with one though to attend.
It is the bitter not the sweet that gets you in the end.
From it flows waves of sweet charm
Sometimes it causes more harm
Keep that tongue in check
'Cause those words on deck
May set fire and be cause for alarm
Search east to west, north to south
Ere rainy season or drouth
One thing is for sure
There is a great cure,
For a fly does not enter a closed mouth
The rocky road of childhood lingers on
And still I hear the echoes of those nerds.
A galaxy away and yet so near,
I was the dove and they the preying birds.
Hey, 'chunky', ' lemonhead' they'd shout at me
And snickers would resound throughout the yard,
'Three Musketeers', 'The Smarties' they were called
They knew the skor, their taunts would leave me scarred.
The lies they told, the whoppers, made me cry
Take 5 one said as fist beat on my chest
At zero was my self-esteem back then
Their spree of ridicule was not suppressed.
Oh Henry!, now the years have rolled on by
Yet bitter, recollections still endure,
The starburst of your youth too soon was quenched
Pay day will come for them, you can be sure.
27/09/18
'How sweet it is' poetry contest : Sponsored by: Carol Connell
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