Little Big Dot
My eyes are tired
Bloodshot
My heart is tired
Little Big Dot
Yesterday was hard
Tempted to slice
But my cat...
I'm running out of spite
Little Big Dot
Picked up a pen
Read a novel again
I am trying
Little Big Dot
My eyes are tired
Bloodshot
My heart is tired
Little Big Dot
Yesterday was hard
Tempted to slice
But my cat...
I'm running out of spite
Little Big Dot
Picked up a pen
Read a novel again
I am trying
In a dark dot,
I, as a spot.
lie.
As tears I cry
all crouched,
and perched,
in the hollow suffocating,
fists clenching,
as the space around,
caves in, and walls surround
me with spikes, that inward poke,
and the voices that spoke
I heard loud and clear.
and I fear
the laughter
above the clatter
which is nauseating
and revolting,
as into the abyss I slip,
and in the mire dip,
screaming so loud,
but none in the crowd
hear me,
yet see
how I cringe and tremble in fear
as panic hits, I can hear
the deafening silence of the dot
as the spot
comes hurling at me,
driving me into the raging sea
that engulfs me!
And then the light’s beam
So freaking bright
that in my dream
I’m blinded by that light,
which splits the dot that held me tight
into a splintering ray
obliterating my day!
Copyright © 2021 by Crystal David John
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My cat, Chester, stopped mid-purr,
donning plush polka-dot fur.
'Twas then that he upspoke,
"Let's have ourselves a toke".
The rest is just a blur.
Blot that once covered the East with blood
Inscribed scars and marks on walls and
grounds like dark cloud
Gongs of pains and sufferings that made history
Relics of cold bones and tragic memory
End of Second War that changed its course
Deeds of fettled people with great pride and honor
Destiny of united generations of undaunted force
Orbited with gold and leis of valor
The glorious symbol of big red dot on white and purified cloth
Obedience makes you a good citizen.
Clear conscience does better than a group of dozen.
(Prosebite)
Just a dot on a dot in this universe
each being so small, until traversed
to unit with creation larger than life
to feel the force, just to be... without strife
.
i hear'd thuh sound
uv
chipmunks
mine thought
yet
leaf'n through thuh
wood sorrel
thuh
shamrocks
for her
4leaf'd clover
were yesss
hern purty
so pretty
in her red frock
glitter'd with
white dots
dot dot dot
to be continued
extension
plaid, paisley or polka dot?
patterned or plain taking a spot?
puffy pillows provided by Pat
Printed with purple dogs and one cat
As some Indians
(dot, not feather)
go to great lengths
to ingratiate themselves
by obsequious behaviour
(bob your head if you agree with me)
could it be the origin
of the expression,
'To curry favour'?
Tho' hunger knows no bounds
forget the fatted calf
despite the nation suffering
from starvation by more than half
they'll curry a horse
but not a cow
those bovine ungulates
are holier than thou
Altho' I didn't study for my Rorschach test
when the proctor a doctor a shrink
evaluating my perception in search of insight
to discover what I might really think
handed me ten pictures on a card
I took a long hard look
then knew exactly what I did see
and did not blot my copybook
as often what you're gazing at
is simply (on the dot) precisely that
so it was not difficult at all
personally from where I sat
to pass with flying colours
and unravel this Gordian Knot
it wasn't a butterfly moth or bat
sometimes an inkblot is just an inkblot
People think I am a separator of two sentence
Surely, in my mind I have no vengeance,
I am just a full stop to a line
But I have more to gain,
I am a small round mark
But all can make me dark,
I am just a short click
And easily you can pick,
I am a buzz forming a letter
In fashion, I am used better,
I am a center point of two numbers
Hence, it is used by many members,
I am on every spot
Hence, People call me dot (.).
I stand alone, my hands held tight,
To a secret blooming in the quiet night.
Two weeks, just two, and yet it’s clear,
A tiny life, a spark of fear.
I whisper softly to my growing heart,
A little dot that’s just the start.
A tiny soul. I cannot see,
But I feel the weight of what could be.
The world outside feels cold and far,
With shadows extending beneath the stars.
The father’s words, a storm, a cry,
“Not now,” he says, “no not this time.”
My heart beats steady, despite my intense fear,
I dream of a love that’s yet to keep.
Little Dot, with hopes so small,
I wonder if I can bear it all.
In silence I know, I will learn to choose,
A path so alone, even though I may lose.
But for now, I hold my hands tight,
A little dot, my guiding light.
The father’s anger may burn and fade,
But this child within will not be swayed.
A future unknown, a love unspoken,
For Little Dot, my heart is open.
.
mine muse
froward
'neath
theze dots
ticklez
each duke's
mine
digits
hern explicate
"tickles"
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