f..r..o..s..t >gr ps< cra//ck//ed ground
lancet ~w~~i~~n~~d~ sl es solitude
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s*n*o*w*y silence s i g h s
Crack!
It was the first time I'd heard
The sound
So hauntingly beautiful
So painfully pleasing
It felt like
My lungs were giving out
Like towers of melodramatic dust
Crack! Crack!
The faults spread out all over
A mosaic birthed in the process
Mismatched pieces
Of love and hate and need
Scattered in my chest
A kaleidoscope posing for a heart
Slowly my ears fall in love
With the haunting warning sound
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Third time's a charm
The pain in my skull
Throbs in rhythmic sync
With the one in my lonely chest
An addictive melody
Like the ticking of a bomb
Cra-!
My battered tattered heart
Has given more
Than any heart should
Yet
My only regret
Is not having any more
To give away
My toughest tests are over,
and now that things have slowed,
I find myself quickly sliding,
into Christmas vacation mode.
IIt’s a shame you’re not with us,
everywhere we go,
because we could pretend,
that there was mistletoe.
A chorus, In the food court
asked, “Mary did you know?”
And the mozzarella, on my pizza,
seemed a symbolic snow.
The traffic to the mall was CrA-crazy,
the Uber moving glacially slow,
what we could have done, with that wasted time,
would have been sublime - under some mistletoe.
With my agenda slack, I’m almost packed,
I’ve got a thistle of something stowed.
And one of the things it will be swell to delve,
are the licentious uses of mistletoe.
H e y y e a h
Won’t you join me tonight
L e t s
a c t cra zy
R u n from my nightmares, hiding inside me
Dissect my thoughts
Hold me to them
Don’t let me crawl out from under them
I’m frighten f r o m my illusion’s
S t r a p me down
Before I r u n away
Roll me down
To the crazy floor
Toss me out and run away
Don’t look back
I’m acting crazy
“pain in the glass”
in the very
corner of
one of
one of
my storm
windows was
just a
slight
cra ck
Bereshiyt In the beginning
Shemot Name the names
Vay yi cra Called for preaching
Bemidmar In the wilderness
Devarim The Words of teaching
The Torah through and through
Five names of Hebrew story
A rhyme for me and you
Twelve midnight on a chilly dark night,
Dead silent, Eerie, and unsettling.
Everyone, of the small town of Serene
Are partying in the town hall.
A Halloween Masquerade Party.
Merlin the cat beams
When he saw the screen door swing open,
Rushes in like a bat on lighting fire
So not to get caught.
On his back feet, dances In tune with the music,
Swinging his arms round,
Moving his head like an Egyptian,
Going a little cra, cra, crazy taking chances
Being the center of attention.
The spotlight shown up close
Reveal the face of the young "Merlin the Magic Cat"
Beaming as he took off his satin black mask.
Up to no good, he casts a love magic spell
To all that were in the town hall.
Seeing his love in his eyes,
Takes a deep breath, " MEOW."
Saunters over
While she strums her rhythm guitar.
Merlin's major weakness,
Beautiful young women of femme fatale
Leads will lead him to his doom.
All because of you.
10/11/2022
I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
I took it and flew back home.
A cry of fury trembling hut,
I wonder why she made that fuss.
With a bit of twinge I shout,
“One I took, three with you!”
Still her rage in frenzy mood,
Crowd is fanning flames to grow,
In my nest it shine and rest,
Golden bangle shining lust.
Then I went back looking around,
To watch the jokers in a run,
But my eyes in surprise hunt,
The bustle of hut in deep slumber.
Oh! Again this gold will turn,
me a golden king of crows.
Another bangle on the rock,
I took it and flew back home.
What a foolish bird I’m,
Fallen on their tricky trap.
They found my nest and climbed up tree,
My two bangles went with them.
Second Place in I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Fireworks bleed through skies
As I light up a match
Yes, fire works for me
Fireworks project bliss
As I start wars in my head
My mad, silent wars
Fire works for me, dad
As my eyes crave to see fire
My passion crumbles...
Fire works for me, mom
As my eyes watch a grand scene
Of dazzlin' fireWORKS
My plans do work!!
I guess fire works for me...
Don't call me a jerk!!
I guess I'm feeding the fire...of future anxiety
I might even make a city fire one day...
That would be cra-crazy and that would darken up my day
With people's pleasurable terror and dismay