Love of his life he wed because
although no longer young, she was
quite childlike.
Not able to conceive, she cried!
Once pregnant though, she nearly died
from childbirth!
But well-prepared were they to bring
their new son home, where everything
was childproof.
She spoiled their son; she’d always stay
at home for him; no need had they
for childcare.
Their son’s now grown. There’s too much of
an empty space. Now his dear love
feels childfree.
May 13, 2020 for Joseph May's Compounding the Verse Poetry Contest
BF’s Girl
Man is identified by behavior.
I say man and she demands an
Accounting. The definitive correlative
Can not be spoken. The constant common
Can not be held in union. I must discourse
All caveats else no communion, no love.
What of it? I can stick a thermometer
Up her ass and she registers normal.
All biology, chemical registry, hormone
Therapy, cat scan technology yield
No abrasion any unguent could quench.
I say what harm I live and chose, too?
She speaks of a box she wasn’t raised in,
Impacts everything. A falling body accelerates
Jubilant of nearing home. Childproof or regret it.
I’d always wish you had a good night sleep
Upon the hammock or by mama’s arms.
If, by chance, you wake before sunup’s peep,
I’ll show you that the world is full of charms.
I’ll take you to the place I was before
Where youthful dreams and hopes once burst and grew,
That urban city can provide no more
When childish ray would play with morning dew.
Come, son, feel the warmth as they welcome you!
Listen to the birds, the brook in harmony!
Look up before the rainbow’s complex hue!
And watch the grasses dance in synchrony!
I’d take you to the place where we must be –
A home that gives us real and pure refuge
And shows the young what they are ought to see.
With mama’s love we’ll build a home so huge.
10 July 2014
9:02 PM
Sunrise...what now?...dive back into my pillow?
find sleep again?...depends on the dreams
try to move?...my body in motion...head spinning
where do I go?...this way?..that way?
can I find my way back?
good or evil today?...are they the same?
do I care?...do I want to?...does it matter?
time is still...creeping...barely moving
am I awake?...is this today?...yesterday?
somewhere in between?
do I love today?...hate?...are they the same?
Invisible panic...fear...guilt...insecure
9 AM...Reminder alarm buzzing
quickly sip and swallow...my definate answer
or may be the question?...are they the same thing?
different shapes...sizes...blue...yellow...brown...white
damn childproof caps...brown bottles
confusing but hopeful...swallow and wait
no longer fuzzy...spinning has ceased
ahhh...finally..rage subsides...peace abides
once more I absorb my bottled sanity!