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Shaking my head, back and forth
Will someone slap me, please
Over and over, again and again
Please. Slap some sense ... into me
Slap me. Slap me, pretty please
Slap, some more sense into me
Seriously, slap me silly
Slap me to my knees
Allow me to become a flower
Exposing me, at my darkest hour
Meanwhile, I moon the world
I am just a seed
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek:
Pale, inviting and warm enough to kiss
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
Shielded close to her open lips, eyes seek
Patiently... so moment goes not amiss,
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek.
On top her chest's fountain lies tips so meek,
Choice could travel its miles without a hiss,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
Labelling tricks mouth could parade at streak,
Palm could turn on... over silent tigh's bliss,
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek.
How wet dragging lips put bed in shock, creak!
Out of baffling gestures... wish she resists,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
Reaching out on moment, desires bespeak...
To an endless but deep dreamland- abyss;
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
My mother's hands are dove wings, gently caressing my cheek,
"My beautiful girl," she whispers, and her words peel off me like dead skin,
How dare she love this shell, this body that bears the burden of shadows?
How dare she kneel in my ruins, planting flowers where only thorns can grow?
I wish to open my ribs, to show her the nest of spiders inside,
"See? This is what you embrace," I'd say, as she looks with gentle eyes,
But she, with her unsettling tenderness, manages to see beyond the darkness,
She sees a field of daisies where I see only barren and cold earth.
In my heart, spiders weave tales of long ago, yet she hears only songs,
In my heart, shadows dance, but she sees only the light sneaking through the cracks,
Her hands, dove wings, wipe away my fear and pain in a ritual of rebirth,
She dares to love, and her love becomes the garden where I begin to grow again.
You sound like a fingernail
dragged over a blackboard.
Every word cast as blackmail
from a forked tongue in cheek.
Bathed in the vile, bile of diatribe,
masticated to be flung as dung expelled.
Your snarled words reek with
the dissonant cadence of discordance.
As your eyes flicker
from side to side with lies,
you look away, unable
to face me, eye to eye,
unmasked,
unshielded,
nakedly exposed,
in tune tonality,
truthful.
Only in time do I see it unwinding
Its like I’m searching for something I’m not finding
So cliche but Ive really I’ve been trying
And straight to my face you’ve been lying
I don’t believe you or really any words you speak
It’s okay I forgive you and I’ll try to turn the other cheek
She barks, "Turn your cheek!"
She leaves her handprint on it.
"And now the other!"
Preaching to the choir
one more like will do
Beating the last dying horse
postings stay as new
I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine
lined up in the queue
I’ll say yes if you agree
— who is kidding who
(The New Room: March, 2024)
A month without you
It hardly seems true
The days they just drag
Like some lingering flu
I miss all those chats
With the cheek and the charm
I wonder if, maybe
Would a call be no harm?
I reel myself in
No of course, that's not fair
Reminding I'm here
And you're way over there
Nonetheless, it's not pretty
This dark empty space
The void here inside
Well, it feels out of place
So a poem of solace
I thoughtfully muse
Where it's only cathartic
Unlikely to bruise
In the meantime I send
All the love I can muster
If you have a new friend
Just be sure you can trust her
I'm not bitter, just achey
So I'll sign off for now
I just hope that you're happy
And that one day, somehow
We can grab an oat latte
Catch-up on old times
Laugh like we used to
Punching out these odd rhymes
CV 25.1.24
In the evening hour, when silvery tears embroider your delicate cheek,
The celestial blue from the depth of your eyes, lost stars,
Gently rest upon the tender altar of love that binds us,
A fragile bridge suspended between the white peace of summer and the tumultuous heart of autumn.
We thirstily drink the mysterious elixir, a nectar not even the gods have dreamt of,
Plunging into the hesitant echo of a prelude to an unimaginable end,
Reflecting our lives like in a crystal within the murky and deep waters,
Slyly we nourish our beings, hurried to heal from the eternal hunger for love.
The night scatters stars across the firmament, shyly announcing the coming of dawn,
And somewhere, in this vast cosmic theater, I softly surrender in your arms,
A tableau of dreams, concluding my saga in the all-powerful love that envelops us.
I love the mornings
That is the best time to rise
The purest part of day.
I’m an early bird
No one else is awake yet
I smell my coffee
The quiet of mornings
Is when I'm most connected
A sacred time for me
I wake it’s still dark
I feel refreshed and ready
And kiss morning’s cheek
Tongue in cheek - Tongue-in-cheek describes an exaggerated facial gesture — pushing a cheek out with one's tongue — meant to convey contempt or irony. (defined by vocabulary.com)
Tongue in Cheek-The Grind
the grind, prefer dark;
shifting teeth do not agree -
the worst habit, under moon.
squeeze a tube of paste.
superglue the parts to each -
only metaphorically.
1/28/2023
Bare Faced Cheek
I’m a night wanderer of streets
Once was picked up by the police
Thinking I was a sneaky thief
The truth is that I just don’t sleep
I pleaded down upon my knee
Eventually was set free.
They could not put me in a cell
Because I'd said that I wasn't well
So I saunter o’er lonesome road
I’ll do a streak if feeling bold
I love to hear the ladies shriek
Once they have sneaked a crafty peek.
I stroll where’re streets are dark
Because my face is badly marked
The misses she'd throw things at me
Said that we two weren't meant to be
But she always aimed at my face
Now I look an utter disgrace.
Should you conceive that I am mad
No I’m not, just awfully sad
There’s no way I can face the day
Wouldn’t have it any other way
I saunter along lonesome streets
Because I have the bare faced cheek.
*+*
25th September 2022
Oh, shed no tear for friendships last gasp.
When the fangs, finally show, a poisonous asp!
Run for your life, head for the highest hill.
The innocent acting asp, on your tail for a tasty kill.
Friends can be asps, don’t you know?
As deadly as frostbite on a frozen toe!
They despised gullible you, having such fun.
You thought them sincere, you are a dumb one!
Worse, you wrote sweet, loving tributes to them?
The asp, chortling with laughter like an old hen.
And now left with few friends, you trusting,old fool.
While the asps, eyes shine, laughing at gullible….. you!
9/20/2022
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A grocery shelf in Soup Creek
Has been vacant throughout the week
With Pinkerton care
Now Vegemite's there
Tom's living on bubble & squeak?
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