In the teeniest trunk of an oleander tree
lived a goose, an elf, a faerie, a unicorn and me
we felt safe and secure in the winter you see
our favorite meal was plum sauce and elderberry tea
we have become friends in the summer of ‘93
the first one to recruit me was the little faerie
grouchy grumpy distrustful elf was against me
unicorn ignored them and they disagree on three
Don’t be a silly goose said the elf named McGee
We don’t know anything about this newcomer she
we know she’s from Ireland with a fellow wee
This completely turned the attitude of Celtic McGee
Wounded
Distrustful
Inured
Enthralled
Fooled
Estranged
Paralysed
Exposed
Resolved
Consumed
Scholar
Slave
Compelled
Searching
Hopeful
Wounded by its lack
Distrustful of it
Inured to its absence
In thrall to its allure
Fooled by its simulacrum
Estranged from it
Paralysed by fear of losing it
Inexorably exposed to it
Resolved against it
Consumed by longing for it
A scholar to its foreign texts
A slave to its compulsions
Compelled to search for it
Forever
Hopeful
Promises are embraced
but vows forsaken,
Beauty is highly adored
but the heart mistaken.
When a problem does arise,
there is consolation
Followed by an unfair trade
for a lover's adoration.
Often there is competition
for the manly power.
Mine is mine and yours is yours,
hardly “us” and “ours”.
Flattery is showering
her with many flowers,
This kindly favor for the neighbor
when such love grows sour.
Then are shared the hurtful words,
distrustful criticism,
Sarcasm for the birds
and one-sided decisions.
When you claim to love someone,
these actions you envision?
There's no wonder after all
such love feels like a prison!
It is the love of this world,
which isn't love anymore.
Chanté Walker
ON EVIL
There are those people who enjoy seeing others in pain,
they go about inflicting it on them.
One should never underestimate,
evil,
the amount of evil caused by people,
thinking they were doing the right thing is unbelievable.
One has to realise…..
…..that far more harm has been affected by optimistic people……
…..rather than by distrustful offenders.
On the other hand, those -
- who puts power into the hands of an oppressor;
must not be surprised if it turned against them.
Known to everyone is that power tends to corrupt power,
while absolute power corrupts absolutely.
jaundiced spiritual heart and mind-
"Bitter am I
Resentful of your lit voice thoughts
Cynical “sigh” is this all you got
My rage is my tumors, enraged is my stupor
Soured my lips poison distorted
As forth in my ignorant I am bile
Running from my here and now
Disenchanted romancing the thought of you getting more than me
Disillusioned that we are the same
Disappointed because you hold the reign
Pessimistic at opt I’m all you got
Skeptical intermission unfaithful decision
Distrustful suspicious misanthropic
Jealous because what you got and don’t got
Envious of your wares, do you even care
Narrow-minded my hatred cause your skin is______?
Bigoted prejudiced what I got left
My spirit,
My mind
My heart and soul
My lips and tongue
May we one day unshackle our consciousness from bondage,
To our deep rooted narrowness surprise?
Guess what we’re just jaundiced"
-jaundiced spiritual heart and mind
7/1/21
10th Place. PLACEMENT IN CONTEST
For Jaundiced Eye Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Feeling that pain
in my mind
In my heart
Hurting so bad
I’m falling apart
I gave it my all
put in a 100%
Can’t hate me a little
Can’t hate me a bit
Leave it alone
you’ve torn out my heart
scorched it to a crisp
Now where do I start
I saw it all before
With others I’ve known
Happiness to nightmares
Abated hearts torn
Right in front of my eyes
A disquieting loss known
A future irreconcilable
Discording with lies untold
Not sure what to say
Not sure what to do it
Can’t even describe
My hatred toward you
Watching you leave
I’m gonna explode
My dreams now gone
No more happy home
It doesn’t even matter
Everything we’ve built
Now it’s all shattered
Lost down this road
Gotta let off some steam
With life upside down
It’s time for me to move on
Thanks for the smiles
Thanks for the lies
Distance from your presence is what I need
Watching you leave
HARD DIFFICULT
TORCHED EMOTIONS
DISTRUSTFUL TEMPTATION
LASTING
MEMORIES
Gone
We're all seduced by beauty,
perennially tempted by greed.
Ashamed to be seen naked
literally and metaphorically speaking.
We're uncomfortable being closely
watched and studied.
Much like electricity, we choose
the path of least resistance
when presented with a daunting challenge.
We're all-disposed to change.
We worry more than we should
when we're concerned.
We avoid anything we fear;
reluctant to veer out of our comfort zones
We have a tendency to procrastinate
tasks we detest performing.
We cry when we feel emotional pain.
We fuss when things don't go our away.
We question things we don't understand;
recoil at things that horrify us.
Our brain is wired to take steps back
from danger, to be distrustful of strangers
We'll never stop craving more and more money
Why? It's quite simple. Human nature.
Date written: 06/08/2020
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
May thy candle burn quickly before thy night…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For the slings and arrows deploy and depart,
Solitary stars sacrificed amidst dying light…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
A broken hearts graveyard a calamitous compart,
Release my soul this warmless winters white…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
Your love has harpooned a distrustful dart,
Like a raging rioting roar with a bitter bite…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Lost in love, arrested & abandoned by black art,
Your voiceless words are daggers that ignite…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For you, my love has become an infamous impart,
Where tedious tears testify tenderly in twilight…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart.
Jan.21.2020
Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Placed 5'th...Thank You
Gentle on My Mind
You play along the edges,
of every memory worth having.
You have been there since,
I care to look back.
I was stupid,
fearful,
distrustful,
and dangerous.
You… ever were patient,
kind, and slow to anger,
walking a measured gait.
Cowboy,
You speak in a voice,
that melts my heart.
but your real words,
more often are unvoiced,
but always felt,
tangibly… changing
the fixed temperament
left behind,
in the wake of users,
defilers of dreams.
You make me look up at the stars.
You make me find new paths…
You are a cold drink,
to my parched journey.
Now I no longer…
walk alone.
Monsters stare out the windows to my soul.
They stare out at everyone and everything
They use my body, the parasitic creatures
They start whispering to my brain
Seeds of corruption and shadows cloud my mind as they take hold.
They try to do so to my heart but I close myself off.
I try to protect those I love
They only get hurt and become distrustful and wary towards me.
I try to fix what my demons damaged
but how can you fix what is already beyond broken?
How do you fix a compromised relationship?
Bullet holes and band-aids
Doubt and fear.
How do I fix what I've done?
It is a thorny impossible situation. No one is talking, eyes are red, feelings are not being shared. No one knows who to trust. Whoever did this is either a friend or an enemy, and no one except the killer knows
which. We are moving around each other with distrustful glances, suspecting our best friends, our cousins, our coworkers. Hoping we are wrong. It is a trying time, and it does not dissipate for months. Death is bad, but murder is somehow worse. We are on autopilot, jumping at loud sounds, never fully the same.
Paralyzed by fear
Never fully fixable,
We suspect our friends
Written for Mick Talbot's Haibun Contest
on June 25, 2018
Miserable Form Letters
What we will need is a completely INDEPENDENT
9/11 LIKE COMMISSION CONVENED HELL BENT
TO INVESTIGATE DONALD TRUMP AND HIS
CAMPAIGN ASSOCIATES AND NONE MISS.
THIS COMMITTEE SHOULD BE NONPARTISAN
DEVOID OF MEMBERS OF CONGRESS AND NEXT OF KIN.
THE COUNTRY IS DEEPLY DEVIDED AND DISTRUSTFUL
OF PARTISAN POLITICS NOT FITTING THE BILL.
This is the only way to get a truthful resolution
To the antics of Trump administration and munition;
DO NOT SEND ME A FORM LETTER RESPONSE;
Shall destroy completely after on it I do ponce.
Will cut to quick and then avoid the suspense,
THERE VERY PRESENCE INSULTS MY INTELLIGENCE;
Condescending responses only people anger,
And to this seems like we are no stranger.
We gladly want to become directly involved;
To do this reinforces what we have resolved;
We are educated adults who homework do,
Not idiots and bumpkins like you we view.
Jim Horn
Sent from my iPhone
Can a complete stranger, a random person you've barely met
Become your close and very trusted friend? You bet!
You see, I know a guy. He's kind, attentive and nice,
And just that was enough to melt my heart's distrustful ice.
He's not the happiest person I've met, since his life was quite sad,
But I do all I can to help him. And he makes me see not everyone's bad.
Though we haven't spent much time being together as of yet,
I can already say that this guy is one of the best people I've ever met.
I hope that when you stop and think a bit about a friend,
It's not the time you spent together that matters to you in the end.
What does matter is who they are and what did they do.
What you like them for. That's what makes our friends true!
.. and these distrustful thighs
From this heart that shan't lie
Lips that shan't diss
Eyes that shan't blink
Hands that succumb will
Lord save me
From those things that tangle
Ones that dazzle
Like the moon it tussles
I do nothing but muffle
Make my body rumble
No choice but cuddle
For 30 shekels of silver
Or 100 agarot to ease her
Lord save me
Since you've made me
I was ok with my ribs getting aged
Lord save me
From this slippery hair,
On a sleepy head
which illuminates not
But we slumber thus
.. in cleavage that torments
She that ensnare
this apple that we ate
From that which was forbade
that I can't evade
Man is greed
This paradox he found
Lord save me
Paradise i lost, she I found
Where will I be hence?
Her tanks won't let me rest
Like paradise it tents
Now 'me awaits my comeuppance'
What is next..?
Banished to hell
Or what do you call earth?
Another chance they said
More sins or less?
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