I stare at myself through a display case,
Defaming the shape and molds that I hold.
Capture my face through a lens,
Posting yet another layer that I’ll have to tear.
Scripting these dreams so they’re easy to speak, sequenced in panels for the risk of retreat.
I document my worth on compliancy,
So tell me, please?! What’s my score for the week?
I catalog life on things that don’t matter. Lying beneath the veneer of glassy chatter where my forgotten intentions lay splattered.
Categories:
display case, feelings, health, identity, self,
Form: Free verse
They tease me,
Vying for my attention
Behind the bakery display case.
Voluptuous, some bursting with fruit,
The brazen, the coquettish,
They tease me.
Which to pick?
The Austrian strudel or Danish
Vying for my attention?
Impetuously taking her
In my car, from
Behind the bakery display case.
Categories:
display case, food, humor, metaphor,
Form: Verse
We walked through the doors,
I felt a thousand eyes looking over at us.
You assured me we that would have a great time,
that I just needed to just let go,
but I stood in the corner and watched you dance with her.
and you let me,
and you left me there.
It took everything in me not to leave through the stairs,
it took everything in me to pretend like I couldn't care.
I knew it never could have been me,
I dread that I'll never know what if feels like to be loved,
to be shown off like a trophy,
most people opt out and leave before they even get a chance to know me.
So I'll sit here,
Just like how I sat there as you danced with her.
Instead, I'll be like the trophy sitting in your forgotten display case
waiting, collecting dust.
All while in reality I am lonely,
and I just want somebody to see me shine.
so yes, I lied to you when I said I was fine,
but you should have been mine.
Did it take you all this time to realize that?
You left me crying and had me wish I were dying,
can't you see that this is me trying.
Categories:
display case, crush, love,
Form: Free verse
Gentleman muffin wearing monocle
My mustache never been out of fashion
Never thought bringing out my chronicle
Jockeyed searching my perfect companion
I dreamed becoming morning glory muffins
Howbeit fate is in the hands of the baker
Throws old ingredients, I’m huffing and puffing
Bread maker made me sweeter, ampler power
Window dresser puts me on display case
A lonely bun lying in wooden racks
A glace domed cake, no one blowing my face
With nightfall comes, only got aching back
Can I still witness my dawning rapture?
With people lining up to shoot my picture
16 September 2020
(Sonnet - personification poem)
Categories:
display case, celebration, child, cute, food,
Form: Sonnet
It s hard being the center of attention for so many greedy eyes, when you only want one pair locked on you. Or when you want none. But if you put yourself in a box, it locks you away from the world, cuts off your oxygen and slowly suffocates you in utter darkness. A glass case is no better, for the eyes hungrily grab whatever they can find.
Categories:
display case, anxiety, bullying, corruption, depression,
Form: Free verse
Don't Be a Bully!
'Each person who plans harm for weaker than you are,'
A bully! Thus, defined invites another's pain!
Perchance a victim once himself, he seeks new pride
In acting out, and never thinks to look inside?
Too, sins of parents plague a child, empathy drain,
A token child in display case ('loved?' from afar)?
Are children crying to be born? Or fantasy
Of parents who divine demise is future's gift,
Insurance plan against approaching illness, death?
Or hymn of praise (though God is dead) so sweet is breath
That parents share though life seems short and time be swift!
Though you may fail, let all praise Life in ecstasy!
Does 'fear of God' bring light to life or turn a man
To Sin? It's Joy to heed some sage advice, from one
We count our friend! To countenance new truth at all
Requires a leap of faith that might be large or small!
Relationships count in the end (if fairly won),
The 'peace of God's' a better choice if you're His fan.
Long Tooth
December 13, 2018
Categories:
display case, journey, life,
Form: Rhyme
But if you try sometimes...
“I saw her today at the reception”
My eyes filled with changing emotions
In satin gown and fire brand hair
A china doll beyond the display case
Happiness was breathing the air
“In her glass was a bleeding man”
A shadow of someone on the platform
I could see his face wracked in pain
Scars of here and prior altercations
Acid falling in the guise of rain
“She was practiced at the art of deception”
Behind that sequined mask she stood hiding
A smile painted in pastel red
Pretending a friendship is more than just golden
Wishing the other were endlessly dead
“Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands”
Pointing fingers dripping in excess waste
Smearing the drapes of lipstick poetry
Planting a seed of doubt deep within
Smirking as she said these words to me
“You can’t always get what you want”
Written with the help of the Rolling Stones classic - "You can't always get what you want" The italicized lines are lyrics from the song.
Categories:
display case, imagination, music,
Form: Rhyme
Recalled scenes, like diamonds gleam
Scattered on velvet black
Cloth of midnight shadows
All laid out displayed in showcase
Lining the dark chambers
In this graying head, where
the lamplight of recall is hung
Illuminating a frontier
where I stay always young.
Categories:
display case, nostalgia
Form: Free verse
Rendering solitude, making use of old fat
The poet's mind can find itself against the blade
Squeezing the beauty of this world
Building a plastic place within which to stand
Placing dead butterflies in a sterile display case
Coveting the flowers on which the living choose to suckle
Cold and distant as an iceberg to a glass of iced tea
Nothing less than idealized perfection can fracture
The flaws of chance seem as shards of broken glass
Though the purveyor of lavished linguistics
There is no reflection in the mirror
So he is left searching for sirens in the fog
Taking for granted the sun's warmth which he has found with ease
Categories:
display case, introspection
Form: Free verse
"She is the fire within me
and you're my deviation from the norm"
You were right,
and that's the heartbeat of insanity
pulsing my roots from your sweet poisoned ground.
I'm the butterfly pinned in your display case -
will their reverent eyes be enough
to satisfy when you sleep alone?
My wings are bleeding
and you, with a lemon-soaked band-aid -
you think I'm smiling.
Wherefore, Romeo?
Did you climb down from your balcony
of ice sculpture promises
and meet him in the garden
before a single word escaped his lips?
He must have gotten the invitation:
"Hush, wink, baby - forever a lie
from dark eyes and sugared tongue."
The smell of spring
is still that plantation hillside
and autumn, the canal, blue as
the rose held tightly in travel-weary hands,
but this sunlight streaming in
is the chill on my breath
that hides your reflection in the bedroom mirror.
Played like a drunken game…
next time, I'll choose truth.
Categories:
display case, angst, loss, love,
Form: Free verse