Love and lust can sometimes seem the same,
fueling the heart's hesitation.
And eating away at trust's foundation:
tears slowly extinguish passion's flame.
An emotional bumper car ride,
life has you stymied and befuddled.
And reality leaves you muddled,
for fate doesn't seem to be on your side.
With each light lit, a shadow is cast
that tests the resiliency of hope.
And you're left on a slippery slope,
unsure if feelings of love will last.
A poor substitute touted by youth,
lust clings to the pleasures of the flesh.
And tends to go stale: while love stays fresh,
that's the heart's inescapable truth.
Categories:
bumper car, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
I stand here stoic, broad shoulders back, wind deposed.
Eyes like a stagnant creek, a monument nose, pierced lips.
I stand here quivering, individual sand itches like lice.
Eyes innervated - jalapeno-bloodshot, a hapless heart attack.
I stand here wild, a romantic, ticking-bomb, a roller coaster ride.
Teeth piano-key-white, freefall hair, a bumper-car bombastic buffoon.
I stand here lurking, licking wallets and purses, prince charming.
Banking on the innocent and aged decrepit fools and loving it.
I stand here weeping, wretched, remorseful, ashamed, unkempt.
Digging at his grave, refusing to accept, strapped to cement.
I stand here, an oak, never opening my mouth. What would be the point?
The good and evil lean on my trustworthy trunk, umbrellaed under my leaves.
10/10/2018
1st Place Win!
Contest: I Stand Here/Craig Cornish
Categories:
bumper car, imagery,
Form: Verse
This Wednesday we determined
To get up the day with decorations,
To please the eye with ribbons,
To harmonize the moment,
To balance this and that,
To mystify an act.
The sky is ruddy and waiting
Like a ruby to be hammered out of rock.
The sun is a cold jewel
Turning in the sky.
The sky is lavender and changing.
There are footprints in the snow.
Hourly they grow more dense.
Were spring a close fountain
I could bathe in it.
Inside the vacuum is a bumper car
Eating dust bunnies.
There needs be an alternate,
A plan B on such a morning
When breath freezes soon.
The north has come to visit.
It tarries.
We rebel, and we resist the cold.
It has no pity at all.
In time the breath of north will retreat,
Driven back by a crowd of crows
that mock it.
Meanwhile, we play Scrabble
And eat turnips and gravy.
Categories:
bumper car, sky, winter,
Form: Free verse
A house no more
Save on the distant shore
Of my memory
Cracked window,
Drafty, makes me daffy
"Peeve Room" joys,
Music through the night
Friends and lovers,
Made me warm
Till morning's light
Haunting memories
Of the bumper-car ride of life,
Friends and lovers gone,
And too many an ex-wife,
I can still see out
That cracked window,
That is no more,
Those rooms will die with me,
That home that I did adore.
Categories:
bumper car, history, life, lost love,
Form: Bio