Well you call it what you want
'cause you can’t call it what it is.
As the hounds wait at the gate
for you to come and let them in.
Is not love without it's proper name,
a crime that is committed free of sin?
If it is wise to fault the poet
your tongue is sharp, your words obscene.
If I am tainted in your eyes
know I was once a centerpiece.
Should you hold in your apprehension
I will not ask if I am free.
Sitting beneath stars at midnight
free now to shout and just let go.
Imagination feeds their show,
I’m witness to a streak of light.
I no longer wonder what might
come out of the pursuit of peace.
Turning off the room’s centerpiece
I am not detached from darkness.
No distractions within starkness
hesitation will always cease.
Confused is she who believes she knows
herself. A splotch in the artist's worst work yet
calls herself a masterpiece. Not even the
artist notices her mistake.
The vibrant dark red blood of a swatted mosquito
creates the edges of her face, standing out
in the sea of white, green and a sky blue.
A simple coffee spill shades in her eyes,
a simple dirt spot on the canvas, her iris.
She is hung up beside a poor copy of
Bar at the Folies-Bergère. Not more than a
pair of wandering eyes grazed over her and the clammy
artist.
But that blink, the extra second spent analyzing that
crown of hair, meant to her,
that she was the centerpiece.
You are a treasure to me
A very rare and precious jewel
A remarkable stone that I will place as the centerpiece of a crown
For all to see it’s worth
For, from its cuts only the finest light illuminates
Its core so deep it fathoms any ocean
Its color is that of emotion
And it’s quality - FLAWLESS
This crown I will place upon my head with honor and pride
For it is through your worth
That I can see my own
There is no honor among thieves
They were in and out a crime spree
Despite the frost white winter breeze
Screams were lost by autumn’s leaves
There were valuables taken indeed
Likely sold the gold across the sea
And the art was a smart centerpiece
Repainted by dark bloody crime-scene
Was it a targeted or a random thing
Corpses keep secretes horrible dreams
Who did it why how did this come to be
Will the fingerprints tell us anything
Beautyberries dazzle the eyes with
the appearance of deliciousness.
The purple wonders, that look like raspberries,
seem to coax, “Pick me! Pick me!”
Jelly jars appeal to the clusters of drupes.
However, one must beat the birds and wildlife
to the bush, before they strip it clean.
Yet, leave some for their sustenance.
In a small clear vase, a branch, of beautyberries,
patiently waits to produce a root. Meanwhile,
the centerpiece-enchant adorns my table.
This clipping’ released by a berry nice friend.
These scars on my wrists that you just don’t see
This noose around my neck means nothing to me
It’s just the way my life is entrapped by your charm
Your centerpiece of loveliness, you see no harm
No fears, no care,s don’t worry about me
My overrated façade is all you’ll see.
Live your life- Live mine too
Damn! I hate being just like you
You talked of trust when you have none
You spoke love, I’ll “always be the one”
Where is your love now, as I drown in pain
Tears fall like rivers in this never-ending rain
No fears, no care,s don’t worry about me
My overrated façade is all you’ll see.
Live your life- Live mine too
Damn! I hate being just like you
As I waste away, you don’t hear my cry
Watch out, Boy- Soon I’ll just die
But I’ll be replaced by a new little trophy
And you won’t be sad, you’ll just forget me
mint green Christmas and
star shaped poinsettias point
at the golden hour
red plant revelry
and hoot owl's quiet in snow
mauve sun is setting
pretty centerpiece
where loved ones gather laughing
joy of the season
the scarecrow leaning
calls to mind the songbird days
in burgundy hat
celebrating Him
and jack frost is at the door
flower of christmas
A faded photo of his father
all that’s left of the man
A centerpiece in his son’s home
on the mantle it stands
The creases in the photo
match those on his face
His legacy, hard labor
~ lifelines to trace
September 15, 2024
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Since, I was only a braided, wee bit of a thing….
Pizza, was even better than owning a diamond ring.
It was a taste of Italia and great camaraderie also….
We were joyful ano no time for pretentious snoberry.
I do confess to you I could eat Italian to this day…
Sausage, provolone, garlic, divine alchemy, any day!
Add a spellbinding, multicolored, melting candle…
The romantic centerpiece, was more than I could handle.
For decades, this delicious food, in my leaves me excited…
Today…..even the thought of it, makes me so delighted!
7/24/2024
Fraught is not dauntless as The Honor is frighting
AS my kids sleep one day they'll wake up
Ziplines tragedies uptown is where the rich sleep
Lucky is being true to your Maker
AS no Master has yet to Master me
I still must be the Master of my emotions
Copslides are like collapsed economies
Every said "no" to an enemy
Centerpiece "Well" it explodes into smithereens
Generous men expose themselves to Danger
While greedy men wish for their deaths
May the Generous Always be blessed and excel at all things
They looked to find him
to discuss his shirt.
on the front of
the large sized, great
quality cotton t-shirt
were the letters
I.-S.-D.
perfectly centered in
royal blue letters with
gold trim. And on the back
were the words,
Ya'll do it!
he had one off those portable radios
in his pocket and we just watched him.
I heard one fella call him:"Yim Doogie"
on his Pants legs were the words the words
"efined AZ'd". We just wanted to know
what these thangs said. For-reel doog.
Said she was from "Intellegencener Ragg Magg"
so we paw'd over sum grub and swigged
on sum millies, Fossier got
trill and Dank sum Havv and gnawed on Dezzert
wiff sum Strawberries and banana (with ah) sweet marsala-
and truffle oil syrup, chocolate and whipped cream and
Kake. Old Gal smiled at me
at the buffet line, I looked back in the hallway
after the interview
the heel on her shoe broke. I went to
the store and bought her some new
one's. She kissed me and told
me she wanted me to centerpiece her
and we went back and
Strummed them strangs all night long.
fresh flower bouquet
turned upside down and sun-dried
makes great centerpiece
I tried to read a favorite poem of mine for you.
Your eyes glazed over.
You could have been a lizard on a rock
sunning yourself, entirely unaware
that I felt as though I were there in front of you
reciting my words of such beauty
that an angel could have been
singing them while playing on a harp.
You may have even fallen quite to sleep.
Not once did you look up or glance at me.
You told me later, in fact, you had no use for poetry.
Another time I tried to read a poem to you.
It was a poem meticulously crafted just for you.
I could tell you liked it, for you were its centerpiece.
You pricked up your ears a little bit.
You thanked me, but no sweet words
of great appreciate did you return.
I am a stranger in your world of pure practicality.
Your love for me is steadfast and real; however,
asking if you’d love me if I were not a poet
is like asking a mother if she’d love her baby
if it were not merely there cooing in her lap.
The depth of life
Mystery having a history
Untold story
The life of one person
Hardships
Beaten words that were never torn
Angry thorns
Unexpecting eruptions within
Approaching storms
Names beyond given
No appreciative centerpiece
Remaining strong and holding one’s own
Fought individual battles and wondered about victories
Newer complaining
Silent voice within the heart
Fortress
A story no one knew
But no matter what, head up and pursue
Man up
The moment was always the place
No pause
Smiled through circumstances
Tacked situations head on
No choice just responses
Actions
Still here
It will always be
Chosen to survive
Learning experiences in strive
A story told
Bold and behold
Survival chances
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