Figure it factual,
the gingham dog and the calico cat
did NOT eat each other up like the Dutch clock told the story.
Because of loud snoring,
Old Dutch clock had stuffed cotton in his ears;
and the Chinese plate? sound asleep on a warm rock by the fire.
What really happened?
In the evening when the logs were first lit,
the moon shone brightly through the windows with a strange orange glow.
Out from the flaming wood
crawled a cricket. Bewitched by the moon's light,
he hypnotized both dog and cat, leading them into the sky.
famed field of fantasy -
Eugene Field's inspiration, The Duel
my own Figment of Fabrication – an astro-abduction
I want to but I can’t
I should but I won’t
I had it but I lost it
Who knew it’d be gone in the blink of an eye
Just as fast as it stopped by
As if it was some figment of my imagination
Gone like those before
Broken when they left
Shattered heart turned comotose
I don’t want it but I could
I shouldn’t but I will
I lost it ‘cause I never actually had it
For it was all just a figment
Just like you
——— A FIGMENT OF CONSEQUENCE
the thermostat’s kept so low ~ my amputated phantom-pained toes freeze
(c) sally young eslinger 1/15/23
Figment
There was this lady from the coast,
About her sex life she would boast.
Her boyfriends would stray,
And girlfriends won’t play,
She’s secretly wed to a ghost.
11.05.2022
PSSC – 34 syllables
HMS – 35 syllables *
• Strangely enough HMS gives 3 syllables to boyfriends – go figure
Whither thou goest?
Thy wither showest.
Ruddy in pigment,
but a wee figment.
In bas relief,
exceedingly brief.
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H/T to Maurice Rigoler's Our Puritan Mentality
Utopia: an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect.
~Oxford Languages
Achieving Utopia is not possible,
It exists outside the realm of Reality.
Reality is the great unstoppable,
In the end there is no amnesty.
No matter how strong the fantasy
Death holds the ultimate captaincy
To the end of our life's journey.
Utopia is a figment that ends with alacrity.
The end is inescapable, coming to us swiftly,
Without exaggeration, in the blink of an eye.
For: ''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
November 14, 2021
Into the forest, I find myself... lost.
But then I catch a glimpse of something small... just my imagination.
I put my face in my hands and then I hear something... I'm alone.
I get up, start walking, no path in sight... lost.
Then I see something small peek from around a strange tree... Imagination.
I look closer and realize that it is not just one, but two trees, One dark, and one light... Found.
I now see exactly what has been following me or leading me... not an illusion.
The trees grew so close together that they have almost become one... Not alone.
The creature jumped up and into the center of the twisted couple... Purpose.
This was not just a couple of ordinary trees. This was a place where energy was focused. A place you can only find if you let everything go, including yourself. One oak tree, one birch, twisted but not hindering. Leaning and holding. Lifting and nurturing.
Truly a beautiful sight. So, I sit. I breathe. I'm Home.
Wandering around the earth saying you love me? What do you know of love..,
If I thought you knew anything of love I would've stayed..
yes, there beside you in that little house, in that little bed.
Not just locked away inside that thick head.
(I can't tell her she is only a figment)
Well., easy enough to talk to a shadow, you cast one too. Change the radio station to your oldies, but don't see me, don't even listen.
Remember that day you walked me to my Psych 101 class?
You didn't even try, you didn't reach for my hand, and now I don't care.
(I can't tell her she is only a figment)
There are codes in all of life, I built mine around them. To get past my past, trying to tell you it. I was in mortal combat with depression. You never knew how dark those days could get. Always smiling; handing me a crummy flower. You never had any codes, no morals, only music. Yet you dare to think you love me.
(I can't bear to tell her she is only a figment)
If I thought you knew anything of love I would've stayed.
Yes, there beside you in that little house, in that little bed.
Not just locked away inside that thick head.
We swore it was forever
our souls were bound,
through time in a minute
I could never have loved anyone
the way I loved you
But our soul was just a figment
it destroys me truly
and through time meant only a day
we are now just two lonely souls.
True love, you promised
hearts and bodies facing life
I would have kissed you always
I shared with you a true love
souls and bodies facing life
But our soul was just a ghost
you never believed
you never believed
we are now just two lonely bodies.
True love, you promised
I would have waited for you for always
our hearts were connected,
But our pulse was just a ghost
you never believed
and always meant only a day
we are now just two lonely souls.
A life of lost dreams,
cannot be saved by angels...
nor outlandish schemes!
Breath of Earthly dew,
born of the sea and the moon...
how it becomes you!
One day we may find,
death and darkness might just be...
a figment of mind!
date:6/3/2020
I color my words,
For they are pigments of my,
Imagination.
was he even there?
i blinked their three faces.
he says
“Are you still writing poetry?”
I cheer up
“Yes, I am”
you see,
most people don’t get me!
i hear,
“i don’t get it” or
they roll their eyes
or i am force-feeding a read
for an opinion
as they scratch their heads.
still what a joy to have friends online.
and a God who sends an angel
as if he was a figment of my imagination.
hold still, dear poet
you still exist.
4/7/2019
WHAT CRUEL FATE
HAS TWISTED
THIS MESS
THIS MADNESS
THIS MONSTROSITY
THIS BLACK HOLE
OF A THING
INTO ME
WHOSE BLEAK VISION
WAS MADE REALITY.
figment of imagination
that's all it was
it was never real
it was all an hallucination
brought on by a
longing for companionship
a desire for belonging
a need to be part of
a group to be accepted
to not be a quote-un-quote loner
in the eye's of a society of
felicity that we all live in
Did I just imagine you or are you just a dream
maybe just a figment of my brains insanity
do I dare to question whether you are really real?
maybe I should tell someone how lost I really feel
do you know how lonely it is inside my brain?
there is no one to share this deep embodied pain
I tried to do everything to show you how deeply I feel
but you never bought that this was ever the real deal
I don't know what to say to you, have no way to explain
the disappointment that I felt when it just washed away
remember the day you confirmed you had lied to me
didn't you understand that betrayal cut way deep
time and time I asked you and you thought I had no clue
I was not the clueless one your deception I saw through
so I sit here all alone not knowing what to say
wanting to reassure you that everything is okay
maybe the relationship was only in my brain
maybe there is no you, that you are a figment I create
doesn't matter anyway, I'll love you all the same
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