Dearie,
So happy you make me,
Yet the sadness ruins my knee.
We met by misery,
All in that nusery
I am livid in tears
But it opens my ears.
To be full, out the real
I try you to feel.
A space of no thought,
And no fraught.
A reality in my dream,
You bring to my realm.
Rejected and forlorn... I come to,
Dejected and torn. .. I leave too!.
My angel keep playing,
With hide and seek, you are slaying.
Dearie,
My thoughts are eerie.
But you make me sane in insanity,
I feel druggily yet so happily.
As I go over the counter to survive,
You counter there in deride.
I find you in a home,
Of all places to clone.
Ha!..ha.. Ha..my love,
Must we play in this grave?
Sweetie.. we go a long way,
Can you spare me a few?
My devil...I..,
What a spur!... I...
Can't leave be,
Yet won't let me.
I had tears in my eyes,
But I said I was okay,
I said I was fine,
As I dug my own grave.
There were giant toads in that time
and small descendants of monsters.
Limbs scuttled and leapt,
Thorns and fangs
began to flower
as winged,
but yet brainless insects
fed through straws in their
bulbous heads.
The glory of the frangipani
arose brightly
in a steaming morass.
Green became a color,
rainbows arched over living volcanoes.
These early times
had not any moments
but only a flood of blood,
a flow and pulse.
A simple deadly song
that lingers on
even unto now.
Mind-Cracking, Health-Crushing Hard Drug
Whose taker has his own grave dug:
For all the sad life’s holes it does plug,
Any helping dosing down on rug,
As though a shooter did one slug
Or a dirty criminal one mug.
A time to up a staircase lug
The Hopelessly Suicidal on drug;
To all the questions by a medic a shrug:
No deliverance from his medical jug!
What things in life disturbingly bug
That we can’t The Just Sensible hug;
Drug isn’t by a little the abnormal,
The taker often a Writhing Animal!
A balderdash making a previous “it is well”,
As he continues to wrestle with New Hell.
I split
my chest grave,
dug the heart
who is inside
to see,
found red blood
dripped from
the body of poetic words
on the spoon of maple leaves
though I lost,
but, future greeted
the gilded crown in advance
- Wednesday, July 31, 2019 Chattogram
An unfettered tongue
Wags out words
No one wants to hear
Entered in Magicicada13 words to live by
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The sun- a burden on their backs.
Beads of sweat wetting the dry earth,
Dirt lining the whites of fingernails,
Shovels hitting rocks and roots.
Frustration arising when another day without success
Would pass.
Tears wiped with sodden sleeves
Invoking the question:
“Will anyone even remember me?”
Fair to wrinkled skin,
Hair from brown to white.
The water emerges from the ground.
The sweet relief finally found
And the dream that children could
Run to and drink of the refreshment
Allows their hearts to rest.
i dug a hole and found no hugs
i can only imagine
what i can't see
like that albatross
that you have in your cage
the one that befriended
your body
infiltrated your soul
to have his way with you
... and now you're miserable
what can i do
I've staked my claim
respectfully
i asked for coffee
a simple gesture
connie pachecho
4/7/17
a Rondine
There are lessons here, in the Gold Rush mine –
a hazard. Might a child fall down the pit?
not in search of gold or the bad airs that sit
in shut-off places, quartz vein crystal-shine
too dim to show a way. These walls confine
the lungs, they say, the heart. But this is it:
there are lessons here
we need to learn, even the child of nine
about to inherit, to somehow fit
onto his earth, right the old wrongs, remit
our debts; to see the intricate design.
There are lessons here.
When I Dug Down Deep
Many awkward sounds I have heard
Broke down each one into an actual word
Turned it into a poem from what she said
And now she wishes I would drop dead.
Each poem did have a disastrous effect
And to start new hobby had to elect
No longer will I wrote poems anymore
I'm now a great clerk in a grocery store.
Many stories were weird I heard there
So I quite and return did not dare
Now that I found my wife fast asleep
Wrote more poems when I dug down deep.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Pines release their yellow pollen
Gold coats all surfaces
Unaware of the freshly grave dug
Sadness family faces
A lovely spring day for some gathered
Rain clouds for others there
Standing side by side each person
Of emotions unaware
Yellow swallowtail butterfly
Floats 'pon spring's breeze
A pleasant surprise on this day
Graces the grave with ease
New life expressed through its soft flight
Yellow, bright, and sunny
Much like the deceased's pleasant life
She lived quiet and homey
My grave is somewhere dug
Yet, I know not where
But, when I cannot see one foot
I know it's there
And I stumble
Not befallen or from grace
From thus a problem or perhaps mistake
As a result of choice I did not face
Now another must surely make
Shall I crumble, further unto darken place
Or humble, step right up
And change my ways
Then, I'll take my life
Beyond the wrought of iron gates
And into piece of mind
Away from grip of fates
My grave is somewhere dug
Yet, I know not where
But, when I can see both feet
I know it's yet, to be complete
This little guy in white is tunneling around the place.
He is aware of the many dangers he will face.
There are pookas and fygars situated all around.
Those adversaries can sneak themselves right through the ground.
He gets more points by dropping rocks on their head.
If not, he can inflate them until they burst instead.
Throughout the game, he must stay one step ahead.
Those nasty little creatures would like to see him dead.
Dig dug gets treats after dropping rock number two.
In the middle of the ground, bonuses appear when due.
From a carrot to a pineapple is what he can get.
As many as eight thousand points this digger may net.
The dragon-like fygars pose an extra threat to this guy.
The ability to spit fire is something we can’t deny.
Our hero gets more points when he is deeper in the ground.
I don’t think a better video game can be found.
.
Deeper and deeper
I dug
through that parched
earth
for her
yes for her
And what did I exhume
disinter
Gold
Gold
yes gold
Yes hun
I’ve just found it
your other gold post
(Dedicated to Heath Ledger who died January 22, 2008.)
You starred as the Joker but your death was no joke.
Millions of your fans now have hearts that are broke.
Your grave was slowly being dug.
You died because you took drugs.
Lots of people enjoyed seeing you in 10 things I hate about you.
Your death was traumatic but it shows kids what drugs can do.
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