I wear a ring of wedding
a tiny thing, a golden circle
that glows on my finger with
the sparkle of God’s gilded sun
let such beauty itself proclaim
to the wandering eyes of man
that I have no use of nettling admirers
that I live under wedded sovereignty
and tame their interest and superior want
but in somber secret
let apologies be made
for I fly under false colors
I have taken no vows
the thing is a lie, a cheat,
a passport to peace
that I wear like a shield
against some fair suiter’s caprice
.
.
A song for this:
When will we be married by The Waterboys
Wedding Bell Blues by Laura Nyro
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Everyone dies at the appointed hour
No one dies before his time
Bus crash kills 34 students and driver
Lone gunmen murders 17 in high school
No one cheats death
No one dies before his time
Everyone dies at the appointed hour
We cannot part the curtain
Nor can we fathom the unfathomable
Ineffable His Ways, shrouded in Mystery
Vision-less, our tears of Misery
Everyone dies at the appointed hour
No one dies before his time
God is master of the universe
except on the internet
he often needs help
he has no internet account
so followers cheat
here and there
God must be heard
he commanded the cheat
Is all in the small print
God they feel is not strong
he needs them to defend
me me me me little me
to make sure he is heard
I don't see irony
I don't understand irony
I don't really have iron morals
I simply cheat and iron, then cheat
I, blinded, extremist, iron clad
there are poets
there are hackers
some are philosophers
some see behind the smoke screen
tick tock
the computer slows to a crawl
the cell phone misses calls
wonder do ya?
was God behind that all?
I know you're hurtin'
So am I
I think it's time
To say goodbye
We must admit
Our love's a lie
I can not love you
If you won't try
I will not share you
With someone else
You can not know
The pain I felt
Like a whipping
From a leather belt
When you kissed him
My heart did melt
It's time that we both went our own ways
There's no trust left in our lives
The love we had is gone for good
I can see that in your eyes
There is no way to start again
What we had once now is gone
It's time we went our own ways
And admit that we are done
A cheater cheats
This I learned
This time it is my cheek
That's turned
Another relationship
is burned
A cheater cheats
It's now my turn
I could see
deep in your eyes
A love you could not
help disguise
For someone else
And not for I
Let's end this game
And say goodbye
It's time that we both went our own ways
There's no trust left in our lives
The love we had is gone for good
I can see that in your eyes
There is no way to start again
What we had once now is gone
It's time we went our own ways
And admit that we are done
Love cheats
Hearts of paper beat,
As fleshy emotions cheat,
Better define love !
Haiku- 5/7/5
Written November 4th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Clouds smile as they shine
Whistling with their odd breezes
Sounds like perfect day
Out from the dark place
Mirroring the other side
Sky ready to cry
Washed up by the rain
Perfect day gone with the wind
Weather cheats on me
It was cold.
Death's fingers
Resting on my forehead.
The nail
Scraping, scraping,
Skin scorching
Of pain.
"You want darkness
Or heaven?"
He cackled, losing grip
On the nail
Bludgeoning
For blood.
"Time's a wasting."
The wind stopped blowing a long while ago.
Death composed himself;
Pulled the nail out
'Til the roused red
Spouted out
And the cold resurfaced.
"You ain't scared.
This suicide?"
"Death.
If only you knew,
How much I craved
For this to end."
The frostbite quivered.
Death removed
The deadly weapon
From the skin.
"I'm a murderer.
Not a liberator."
Death.
His charm tensed,
As his tongue rid
The blood stain from his white digit
Forcing exit as a bitter belch,
And a satiated grin
Carved on his
Phantom tint.
"I'll be back when you have a purpose
Eh?
Ain't no joy for me when there's joy for you."
And he will.
Yes, he will wait.
Patiently,
Waiting
To grace my blood
With his twitching nail,
Edging icily.
For it will only take
The whisper of a smile,
A soundless breeze,
To summon even the remnants
Of his presence.
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