You're breaking up,
a once strong signal
is being hacked by a light eroding time.
Pixels are blinking in and out,
a memory thread is fraying,
your features and voice disappearing,
peeling away from a past picture
once framed by a familiar clarity.
An entropy has led to a forgetfulness,
a loss I can no longer patch together.
I was once so confident
of your enduring imprint
upon my consciousness.
Now your sign and signature
are fast flowing into an ever-changing sea,
and for all I know
that you that I speak of
could be me.
They say that breaking up is tough,
now I know that it’s true,
one day we’ll go separate ways,
and all the blame’s on you.
Maybe we shared some good times,
up and down all those years,
but baby far too often now,
you’ve reduced me to tears.
Some nights you’ve kept me awake,
until the early hours,
but never brought me breakfast,
or even bought nice flowers.
Now I want you gone from my bed,
and banished from my head,
take a mirror to yourself,
reflect on what’s been said.
You don’t deserve a boyfriend,
girlfriend, husband, or wife,
you’ll be shocked when I change the locks,
on you my working life.
Follow you in my mind it’s true
Concentration makes me blue
Always am I chained to regret
The loss of your beauty
An uncertain depth
I play in my mind a doll of you
Hug and squeeze like little girls do
And when I can see the unbleard world
The loss I incurred is echoed and heard
My stillness does wrath unseen
My dream a nightmare I moan and scream
My heart beats I feel in each a death
Like waking to find myself unblessed
Living the definition of obsessed
Seeking a way to revive this death
Gone, gone, gone says time
The never again has committed it’s crime
Emotion does torture the willing mind
What I do to myself is so unkind
One of the very
Sad moment in life Is to
Break up with partner
While you still loving
Each others. I 've assisted
Many couples who
Could make suicide
Because of breaking up their
Relationships when
They were still Loving
Each others and forced to break
Up by situation.
June 13th 2023
a spring break-up
the ice laments its lover
…thunder on the pond
John G. Lawless
©3/8/2023
She has the ‘screws’.
Her hips are 'creaky'
her leg is 'playing up.’
I yell into her good ear.
"Nice Morning Freda!"
"Gout." She says,
still following a conversation in her head.
"I don't even drink!"
I know this is a stretch
for I am her secret `pusher'.
"I'm going out later, can I get you anything?"
She looks directly at me at last.
She has been studying the obituaries
in the local paper.
"Isn't it terrible?"
"Yes Freda it is."
We never discuss specifics,
agreeing tacitly
that most things are `terrible.’
"Just the usual"
I make a note to buy,
sliced white bread.
Laughing Cow cheese spreads (original flavor).
Bologna sausage (which she calls Baloney).
"Little Debbie" Frosted Fudge cakes
and a bottle of sweet sherry.
Her list of wants is not far from mine,
except for the sherry,
I like to think my list is a little more refined,
and I have long since broke-up
with 'Little Debbie'.
Don - they tell me you're leaving
I can't believe it's true,
that we’ll get to live without you.
You’ll go away - govern-mentally,
after all this pain and misery.
When you go - I won’t miss you,
You never said a thing that was true.
Remember when - you hoaxed the virus fight.
What an idiot - you never got it right.
Trump never cared - for me or you,
but we might survive now that he's through.
So let’s discuss - the insurrection -
you provoked when you lost the election.
You got impeached for time number two
who said breaking up was hard to do?
Let’s say goodbye - and let it be,
I hear you’re going to do - Trump TV?
About the time you get that set up,
New York will come and lock you up.
smashed the drums
wrings sweating hands
boom...boom
trumpet puffed cheeks
notorious red
toot...toot...toot
band sways
feet tapping
spit sprays
silver flute
fame’s up front
poetically sweet
audience yawns; cymbals
crash
dull drums rev it up
2/1/2020
Edward Ibeh’s Yalto Form
Line 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables.
She has the 'screws'.
Her hips gripe,
her leg is 'playing up.’
I yell into her good ear.
"Nice Morning Freda!"
"Gout." She says,
still following a conversation in her head.
"I don't even drink!"
I know this is a stretch
for I am her secret `pusher'.
"I'm going out later, can I get you anything?"
She looks directly at me at last.
She has been studying the obituaries
in the local paper.
"Isn't it terrible?"
"Yes Freda it is."
We never discuss specifics,
agreeing tacitly
that most things are `terrible.’
"Just the usual"
I make a note to buy,
sliced white bread.
Laughing Cow cheese spreads (original flavor).
Bologna sausage (which she calls Baloney).
"Little Debbie" Frosted Fudge cakes
and a bottle of sweet sherry.
Her list of wants is not far from mine,
except for the sherry,
and I have recently broken up
with 'Little Debbie'.
At the supermarket, screws and gripes
jab my bones.
I limp down aisle three
ignoring a picture
of a smirking 'Little Debbie.’
Fin de Partie. End of party.
Fin. The end. The end.
Littered streets, for it was hearty;
First rapture to dead-end.
You were the first, the last, Cherie-
The drumbeat of my heart.
Now the sun's like a cherry,
And shadows will soon start!
Fin de partie. Now the party's done;
And fervor and joys just past.
The fun we had-second to none!
All knew it could not last.
Fin de partie. And the end of a dream-
Spilled wine glasses tell wild tales!
Colored lights still glitter and gleam,
Somehow sad when reason prevails.
Fin. Fin. The rare end, mon ami;
A rosy era has just died.
And never again are we carefree,
And no more starry-eyed.
i can tell
it rings my bell
thing are going well
we're falling a part
its for me its hard
our love it flowing like dust
we'rer
BREAKING UP
Deny it all you want to
Pretend you're happy being free
But when your mind begins to wander
You're gonna think of me
Oh you may find another
Thinner, pretty face
But she'll never measure up to me
I could never be replaced
I'll consume your every thought
I'll run within your veins
Your heart will stop
Be short of breath
When you hear my name
Your mouth and skin will ache for me
In the darkness there alone
You'll think of how I teased your lips
Let my fingers roam
You'll miss the way I smiled at you
Pushed the tendrils from your face
My eyes lit up when I looked at you
Those things you can't erase
But I wont beg to hold you here
Your decision is your own
Explore some other options
Need some time alone
So go then I release you
Unchained you, set you free
But when you miss what you once had
You're gonna think of me.
Can You Hear It?
The Little Drip,
Can You Taste It?
Pieces And Bits,
Can You Feel It?
The Skin Rips,
Can You See It?
Little Drops Of Poison,
By A Single Drip.
I was hiding in the shadows,
he didn't see me there.
I watched him kiss her lips,
And stroke her long dark hair.
The body language was sure,
There was no reason left to doubt.
He was cheating on me,
And I had just found out.
I was left dumbstruck, but I remembered,
He was going out each day and night.
But he always fed me excuses,
I chose to accept instead of fight.
Keeping a calm mind and body,
Refusing to unhinge,
I'll stay focused and strong,
While I plan my sweet revenge.
10 years of love and marriage,
It now seemed such a waste,
To have married this sorry loser,
I will leave him post-haste.
I will take all the money,
As you probably already knew,
The cars, the gold, the house,
And the boat, which was new.
I will get some satisfaction,
Although I may be sad and blue.
I will move on with my own life,
With a man that is true.
What
we once
shared can't just
be forgotten.
Why...?
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15 November 2018
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