Mental Gymnastics-
That every day hustle of
Dodging c contributions,
Decoding half-truths,
Stretching patience past its
Breaking point.
Folks profess they didn't say
What they said,
Act like you imagined the
Whole conversation,
And expect you to bend your
Common Sense
Just to keep the peace.
I'm done doing cartwheels
For confusion.
I'm done flipping over red
Flags
Just to make someone else
Comfortable.
My mind ain't a circus.
My boundaries ain't unstable.
Mental Gymnastics is the
Sport they play-
But I retired from that
League.
I walk straight.
I speak straight
I see straight.
Let them twist themselves,
I stay grounded.
Blue butterflies ballet in my tummy
Forehead swimming with my mind
Eyes red I feel funny nose is runny
Tangerine tingles crawl up my spine
If it isn’t love then I must be ill
For anytime I see you I blush
And red heart does cartwheels
I can never say very much
Like a bright firefly my eyes
Light up at sight of you
Your gaze could make me high
As a kite in the sky blue
What is your secret is it Cupid
An arrow shot my mahogany way
I try not to say something stupid
That I’d ruby regret one day
Don’t even know if you’re taken
I’ve no neon nerve to inquire
That thought has heart breaking
Setting silver soul on fire
Perhaps Cupid is an amethyst ally
Who works his magic in reverse
Next ill say hi this warm July
And try to make small talk white words
It’s funny how I miss something
That I’ve never hazel had
But I’ll say this for sure one thing
Thought of love make me glad
So it’s a rainy day in summer
So glad to see you looking well
I’m single so that’s no bummer
Showers of love may cause a spell
I have this urge to sway
on street corners in a derelict way,
disheveled - a little drunk,
with an impulse to praise Mary,
not the virgin, but her
less immaculate namesake.
Perhaps the sound of my prayers
will de-ice parked cars, straighten
shopping cartwheels, save a kid's
balloon from escaping?
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
The fruit of your womb goes downtown.
A truck narrowly misses a cat.
A door is held open for an expectant mother.
A smile from a mean looking youth.
It begins to rain. Snow turns to slush.
The winter evening slaps our cheeks.
Pray for us sinners.
A handcuffed Magdalene
steps into a cruiser.
The cops are smiling; she is smiling
they have done this before.
An old man in a thin jacket
huddles cold bones
against a wolfish wind.
He will survive its killing teeth.
Look!
It is Happy Hour.
the Magdalene will be serving,
tending to both good company
and bad.
“Now and at the hour of our death".
"Let us share one last
imperfect breath.”
Declares a racoon
from its holy dumpster.
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Oh, look! The Wump wears polka-dot socks.
It tap-dances swirls on peppermint rocks!
Its belly jiggles like jelly on spoons,
While whistling loony, balloon-tune croons.
One foot hops east, the other foot west,
It juggles twelve pies (but drops all the rest).
The townsfolk giggle, the lampposts sway,
As the Wump cartwheels over the Milky Way.
With a flibbertigibbet and zoodle-zoo,
It winks—then gets stuck on sparkly glittery superglue!
cartwheels of energy
whirring, rotating
within each cell
as a whole looping form
an enigma we do not analyse
for it is what it is
an endless evolution
in divine entwined celebration
I'm more watery than women
under the skin
altho' my body's composed
of 6 chemical elements within
and all that remains
to go with the flow
is approx. 60% H2O
and the gravity of the situation maintains
if I stand
on my head or hands
or do cartwheels
(head under heels)
(tho' I prob'ly shouldn't oughta)
on the cranium I'll have water
(hydrocephalus)
then again who knows
how else would I experience
some of those
cerebrum faves
alpha beta delta theta
brain-storming waves
I skipped the light fandango,
as I walked across the night
turning cartwheels
upon a sky lit floor.
I was feeling kind of sea sick,
as the stars cried out with roar
the ceiling flew away
and so I soared, a little more (pause)
And so it was,
as I raved against the embers,
and the dying of the light,
I turned a whiter, shade of pale;
******
As I wandered through His garden
I could not help but let it be
and as the killer told his tale,
I watched the water, turn to light;
Just his 16th vessel virgin,
I was filled with cold and dread
but the truth was plain to see
as I wandered through God's garden,
I'd had been mistaken, sadly left
for dead.
Although my eyes were open
they might as well be closed
as I skipped the light fandango
He turned the water, into shades
of pale*
He turned the water, into Light
and so it was ...
Archie did cartwheels for Veronica
Jughead even played his harmonica ~
But Veronica’s Jewish
Leaving two suitors bluish ~
Steinberg made her latkes for Chanukah
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'Latkes' are potato pancakes, a traditional
Chanukah treat.
Your presents are ready
They're under the tree
Big ones and small ones
For Bluebird from me
Please buy me nothing
You're all that I want
Your love is a diamond
But one I can't flaunt
It's not the right time
To do cartwheels and such
But inside I'm doing them
Often and much
The thought you could love me
Makes my heart swoon
The thought you could love me
Sends this man to the moon
Cartwheels across our floor
her artwork covers our fridge
Naps like an angel, cries like the devil
explores the world, full of courage
Can I go to school with my friends
she asks, her eyes two blue saucers
You'd like that, wouldn't you, I shudder
~ to stifle your growth, I mutter
Writing poetic confessions is akin to visiting a Nudist state
Well, the concept sounds good, but all this exhibitionism --
The Naked performing unsteady cartwheels, their dangly bits --
Makes it seem like a bad idea.
Taking a break in the pleasant air
Look at how happy they are,
Dancing in a circle and jerking up and down, like children,
Praising one another for being authentic and emotional.
Allowing the clean aroma strike your nostrils
And you say to yourself, "damn, all this Nudity is attractive,"
While also recalling the how much fun you could have heard
If only you became a Nudist earlier.
Lucinda dressed up in her fanciest bluest most satiny dress.
It had flounces and ruffles, creases that gave her a caress.
She was in her party finery, sitting still, waiting for her guest.
Her collie, Labrador and Scotty dog gave barking a small rest.
They will be here any second, she assured her puppy friends.
The doggy brigade sat patiently, doing cartwheels and knee bends.
Lucinda was disappointed, for no humans appeared that day.
Each had an excuse about why they had to go away.
It’s those dogs, her mother said. No one wants to be around them.
Lucinda did not understand this, so she spoke to cousin Clem.
Your pups don’t like us, he told her. They only like one person – you.
No one wants to eat with dogs, it makes us nervous, Lu.
Cartwheels
Back flips
Standing on your head
The splits
Swan dives ~
You first; go ahead
Last eve, alone, sometime between the moon and dawn;
that space between the real and what is just a dream,
a chilling breath of wind flew past the curtains drawn
shadows slid towards my bed; I tried, failed to scream.
A dark-masked hooded face closed in and pressed to mine;
from raven lips, I felt a hissing foul-stench breath
with words to dread; "tonight, you'll be my Columbine."
Then stroked my tear-stained cheek with fingers, cold as death.
I watched in fear; I could not, dare not, close my eyes;
cartwheels, somersaults, upon my body, bed;
grotesque antics by this beast in devil's own disguise.
Down, down to fiery Hades, I was being led.
Dry rawboned hands were pulling forceful at my feet;
And as he pulled, I slid, the monster once more spoke;
"Come with me, dear; there's someone that you need to meet."
What would suit my dream, that I sleep, or I awoke?
12-16 Lines of a Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest; placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 24th October 2022
Rhymes: wikirhymer dot com
Morning light,lightly
Playing upon the leaves
Hiding,peaking,hiding as it
Cartwheels over trees
" I'm so happy to see you" !
A gift,a joy, a reprieve
From the darkest contemplation
Your appearance a relief
I awaken to this new day
My Father had allowed
As this light announcing its arrival
Let our spirits not be cowed
Embrace the day,give it your best
As a gift in return to God
With love,and peace,and thankfulness
Our feet on the path be shod
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