The alarm clock sounds off to the tune of Neil Young’s, There’s a World.
A place that is non-existent in today’s life of a constant upwhirl.
Our dreams and aspirations are put to the side.
To get ready for the day of demands and haste for pride.
We enter our vehicles to begin a long drive, tiredness and red eyed.
To a place called work.
That requires you to do the tasks for that special perk.
No time to think.
No time to blink.
Your life is full of deadlines, distractions, until the pen runs dry, out of ink.
For hours on end, is this constant repetitive action.
You’re told what to say.
You’re told what to do.
Colleges are fighting over who is using the offices favorite glue.
We are all in this mess together.
Bound like pieces of sewn up stitches of leather.
All for the reward.
A paycheck to continue to do it over and over again.
Feeling like a dartboard.
Designed, controlled in the trap.
It is the life of a well paid collapse.
Categories:
dartboard, career, hip hop, jobs,
Form: Ballad
I remember the smell of beer
going down the back steps
The keg under the dartboard
the men in long sleeves
Being carried by my grandfather
and each uncle one by one
Old Spice and English Lavender
as hugs and kisses were exchanged
The garage door open to the back yard
where music was playing
The bride throwing her bouquet
girls screaming with glee
I was six years old when they married
Eisenhower’s picture in the hall
The smell of the fresh cut grass
and cigarette smoke mixing freely outside
It was the best of all possible times
God and country held us tight
The best of all possible times
—as hope and laughter filled the air
(Family Wedding: June, 1954)
Categories:
dartboard, wedding,
Form: Free verse
The Veiled Destiny
I proposed myself but did not take into account
that it is forbidden to provoke fate,
I set out to reach, discover and contemplate
its origin, birth, or source,
its roots
I tried; I swear!
but I found nothing but madness
and in the endeavor I understood,
that that target
the reason nor the eye could hardly reach it.
the string of a bow;
it never shot an arrow by itself
for that, you need an archer
...But also, permission to hit the dartboard.
Categories:
dartboard, destiny,
Form: Free verse
This year my wife bought us personalised gifts
In order to heal little family rifts
Her sister was flattered and gave her a hug
When she found her face on a bone china mug
Her Dad kissed her cheek, wrapped his arm round her waist
In thanks for the monogrammed cigarette case
Tempers, once frayed, we’re now far less fiery
When her brother opened his new photo diary
And now everybody was getting on fine
And so it was time that I opened mine
Mine was quite large and so peace was assured
’til I found my face on a friggin dartboard
Categories:
dartboard, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
I've never known a fixed address. I love the home we've made for three years in our rental house so I'm sad that it's now up for sale. Last night, I sat in the sunroom thinking of how much I'll miss the joy I feel while in that room.
two walls are all window, one an eastern exposure
the other walls, floor and ceiling are old red, knotty wood
the brick fireplace has a beautifully carved, simple mantel
approximately twenty houseplants on antique stools thrive
on the floor among the plants is a life-sized, carved, wooden swan
many mobiles of either angels or hearts hang from the ceiling
on the mantel sits my collection of antique weather vanes
there are five, mismatched chairs in a semicircle
two spindle leg tables sit among the five chairs
on one table is an imitation antique radio tuned to light rock
in a corner, on a stand we built, is an electric keyboard
on one wall in a case we built, there is a dartboard
and everywhere in the room are memories of good, fulfilling times spent
... CayCay
August 6, 2019
Categories:
dartboard, beauty, environment, fun, games,
Form: List
I look up high, the stars return the stare
Of a polite sight, quiet everywhere
The largest stars bleed onto the skyscape
Rolling black velvet with its light escape
Some three trees extend their heights before me
Showered by raining stars delicately
Light emitted is grand and quite mighty
Even smallest ones of delight are free
It’s a dartboard that’s a lite-bright behind
Exposing the great glowing stars in kind
The trees lead me upwards to the heavens
Where the universe uniquely begins
The sky holds my kindest stars of delight
To treasure each night of my life in sight
Russell Sivey
Categories:
dartboard, light, rain, sky, stars,
Form: Sonnet
As I take my palette of words
Wondering which shall I first use
A portrait of my self
I would not wish to abuse
I have a confidence
That has been learnt the hard way
My feet are on the ground
But point forward, the only way.
My heart is large and loving
My temper can be short
But I never hold a grudge
And revenge is never sought.
Green eyes that look with love
At eyes the colour of mine
A nose from my dad
But my legs are rather sublime.
A smile is never far away
I deem that number one
A smile should be for everyday
A smile for everyone.
A model I would never be
There is too much of me
But I have never really wanted
To flaunt me publicly.
With my palette of words
I hope you can now see me
And hang me on your wall
As a dartboard for all to see.
© 22/04/2013 ~GG~
Categories:
dartboard, character,
Form: Verse
Hope in my heart never fails to cease,
It triumphs over pain,victories these,
The butterflies in my stomach flutter..
Picked one,held her wings and cut her.
You said her name,and then the silence
Pain triumphed over hope and then stopped the violence..
The dark floor glistened with my tears,
The mental pictures of us,cut with shears.
Her thoughts fill your head, you cant help but smile..
But you were my soulmate love, the one to walk me down the aisle!
I've seen her, the beauty soft,timid at its radiant best..
My love for you dies,rots,worms infest!
The shreds of my heart burnt and torn apart..
Well the dartboard feels the pierce of every dart...
Fell to the floor, phone in my hand,line dead...
Weeped and weeped till my eyes were a bloody shade of red.
Categories:
dartboard, lost love, heart, heart,
Form: Rhyme
You are the master of self aggrandizement
You have forgotten how to be in the wrong,
Manipulation is your art,
Insidious word-play, gentle put-downs,
Reminders of all my failures are your tools,
I am the dartboard,
Peppered with your sugar-tipped barbs
You push me down with such skill, such grace,
I can barely feel my feet sinking through the floor
And before I know it I’m up to my chin in mud
But still bound to you by my love,
A coiled quicksilver chain
I’ve learned a few tricks along the way, sure
I’ve absorbed the art of soul-scarring, with a smile
I emulate your gritted-teeth cruelty,
Your tender slaughter of self esteem
But the student has not yet surpassed the master
You slice my frailest longings, you mangle my melting heart
And then you kiss the oozing sore you opened
You paper over the cracks with a concerned comment,
An off-hand ‘I miss you’
You mortar the raw bleeding gaps with tenderness,
But in the dead of night, when truth weighs heavy on my chest,
I lie in bed alone and cold, and wonder how much of it is true…
And how much of that affection really comes from you
Categories:
dartboard, angst, girlfriend-boyfriendself, self,
Form: Free verse
it's true, I just don't have what it takes to belong
to your so-called circles of sociable elite,
who give a lot of fuss about what's right or wrong
in my pedigree, in how I laugh, how I eat;
seems in your grand parties, I don't exist at all,
they talk about big money, properties, who's who;
I' d rather have chilled beer, dartboard on the wall,
but they say you ought to have a man, thus, I' m with you;
well, not my job, but let me say it just the same:
it's what you may seem to them that's worrying you,
part of your job, but a tricky make-believe game
that you must play and win, I understand, I do.
Categories:
dartboard, on work and working,
Form: Rhyme