It was my much despised dish
But I ate it with relish,
Because of a granted wish
To be served Mackerel Fish
And treated to a glimpsed quiche
But that was rather childish
To a friend acting British
All of a sudden snobbish
And I hated q wished fish
Like Devout Christians Hashish...
Then, I'd been the quite sheepish:
Unstable Saul Son of Kish
For accepting The Despised
After it was a bit spiced.
I have been up and down the valley
I have been honored and dishonored
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly
Isolation was constant companion
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity
I was object of mockery and disdain
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious
For I have conquered all my adversaries
The worse is over
The cool breeze began to unfold memories.
It all came back, the tales
that were stuck in my mind.
How the things haven't changed, yet
changed a lot.
The pace of the wind changed,
turning those pages right before my eyes.
It made me relive; the times
that I smiled, the times
I despised.
In search of a happy ending, I read it by line.
It was the end of a page, not the end of a fairytale.
Cold Tears
Cold are the slow running tears. Cold.
Stunning. Not ignorable.
Hated.
Cold because they know they shall be hated, because pain or grief or conflict and not tenderness has created them. Hated tears. Not born from joyful prayers, nor from gut-shaking laughter, or from being witness to splendor.
The hated tears come from hurt, from a cracking of the heart’s rainbow shell: bleeding tears. Not even warm at their start. From their origin of pain they stream despised and cold: those tears, from sad, stinging-hot eyes, seeking some hope that the heart might again find a golden seal gracing over its shell.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/11/2Thanks be to God
I smiled when she said that he died.
She was a mean woman, no soul.
Refused to show inside I cried.
So being stoic was my goal.
She told some other people too.
Confidential? She had no clue.
I knew my grandfather loved me.
Imagined now that he could see.
I saw him in heaven laughing.
He despised pompous people too.
Grandma with him I imagined.
Bad-news-bearer had lost power.
Grandpa said to me that night too
Grandma and I are proud of you.
Written 9-9-2020
Contest: Charonnet
Contest: Charles Messina
"Falling!" said the Star
"Oh wee!" sang the birds
"Despised!" cursed farmers
"By God!" screamed the children
and the rest of humanity moved along
just fine
:: 03.11.2020 ::
what see's night
in heat that she stands before me
all of the world sings
him as greatest
that a world agifted with his him
is loved
yet tomorrow's are the yesterdays of futuristic talkings
might these now's mean as much as you should allow them
and is this the first day of a beginning
that shall speak thru the ages
as we are to marry and
create those who shall speak of us as beginning
that our offspring shall say that we
have decided to make the tomorrow's
of people who shall know us
those who shall adore us
those that shall despise us.
are these the startings of the days to come
might the nights be warmed by the flesh of
your body
might mornings be the start of new days yet to come.
I despised any picture book.
But, once, I opened Kama sutra,
And realized- that this is suits me.
So, since, I was caught to the hook.