It was nearly summer break,
We met as she bumped into me.
She fell and I helped her up,
That was only the beginning.
We spent summer together,
Being with her, it just felt right.
A thought invaded my mind,
I couldn’t help but think “Kiss her.”
It caught me off guard a bit,
Girls shouldn’t kiss other girls, right?
Wouldn’t that be a bit strange?
Maybe I have just drank too much.
Next time we were together,
I was stone cold sober, And still,
I leant in as my lips met hers,
In that moment, everything stopped.
I didn’t feel weird, or wrong,
It didn’t feel strange, or awkward,
It was perfect. So was she.
I wish it lasted forever.
AROUND THE WORLD IN ….
Phileas Fogg sought to amaze
And circle the world in eighty days
Long before the plane
One night, in an alcoholic state,
I bet I could do it in twenty-eight
Using boat and train
I didn’t give a lot of thought,
Just staggered to the nearest port
And sailed to Spain
When I recovered from the booze,
I found myself in Santa Cruz.
In future I’d abstain
I’d bitten more that I could chew.
If only I had Passepartout
To take the strain
Stone cold sober I was sure
I shouldn’t travel any more
My wager was insane
Who cared if people laughed at me?
The bet was only 50P.
I sailed back home again
4th May 2022
Tall Tales 2 poetry contest
Sponsor - Jeff Kyser
Can I be seeing what I think I am seeing?
Those who would have sold their own grandmother,
Before the outbreak,
Now enduring the cold for the sake of the old turkey,
Those whose limbs were so jerky,
Surviving on beef jerky for the sake of the old turkey.
And am I seeing yet other turkeys who never met a wild turkey,
That was not liquid in a bottle,
Appearing stone cold sober for the sake of one old turkey.
If this happening then, those who refuse to let any Turkey feel the cold,
Even though for some it could mean they will grow old,
Must be in self isolation and unable to see who is getting cold.
As for the drug lords,
It may be their turn to feel limbs that are jerky,
Now that they have run out of beef jerky,
And no longer able to grab hold of a Turkey.
Now dreaming of places where they turn the Key,
As their only hope, if they want to become an old turkey.
Heavy lipstick and curled hair,
Like a photograph;
But I feel the energy
whenever you’re near me;
I’m nothing like the rest of them
that’s why
you’re scared of me;
my heart on my sleeve
telling you exactly what I need;
Flimsy dresses and an absent stare
Oh honey, that’s a surface glare;
like staring at the Sun
It makes you blind;
Then you’re shaking again;
I can get you high
and you’re stone cold sober;
Spaghetti tanks and no risk
easy as pie like a one night stand .
I could reach your soul with a butterfly kiss,
and no lips;
that’s why you’re scared of me.
don’t
blink
or else
the gravel
will harden your sight -
victory of weeping angels.
the waterfall of tears - Niagara iced over.
beware foreboding avarice of twilight, capricious wings, ferocious-flying fangs
Who
might
find you
(The Doctor)
but will she be late?
panic hears the tardis wheezing
the quantum-locked humanoids cover their eyes to hide
from a powerful wake of provoked anger, a cold sober time lord busts their veneer
Stone cold sober
I was one day
When a lady
Stood in my way
She smiled at me
Like something weird
Then just like that
She disappeared!
Was she a ghost
Or a lost soul?
Or some actress
Playing a role?
Like an omen
Of things to come
She blocked my way
But left me dumb
Those who vanish
By day or night
Cause confusion
What's wrong or right?
Lord have mercy
On "Second-sight"
Pop-up spirits
Cause quite a fright!
Sleepless nights
Held myself tight
All alone
I’m on my own
Tell me you love me
Tears down my face
Throwing myself all over the place
Filled with anger filled with hate
Why did I leave my heart to break?
You knew what you were doing
You never ever cared
I’m stone cold sober
Disaster in the air
No more love
No more tears
No more phone calls
No more fears
No more kisses
No more hugs
Because my heart no longer bleeds for you
It will never bleed for anyone else *sigh*
Heart breaks happen to everyone but remember there is always light at the tunnel
.
In the haze
of lies and doubts
all that's glinting and prisming
with mythical, magical light
is lost, totally subsumed
in the glare of Truth that,
with cold, sober clarity,
illuminates everything
hidden there deep,
deep in the pith of you.
your greed or generosity,
your compassion or envy,
your rage or sympathy - -
must cast its own shadow,
be it noble or downright low.
.
In the haze
of lies and doubts
all that's glinting and prisming
with mythical, magical light
is lost, totally subsumed
by the glare of Truth that,
with cold, sober clarity,
illuminates each entity.
And everything
hidden there
deep, deep in the pith of you --
your greed or generosity,
your compassion or envy,
your rage or sympathy
-- must cast its own shadow,
be it noble or downright low.
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