Each bedtime makes me a night-clown,
Minty paste seltzers every tooth.
Puppetry for sleep at sundown,
Ends in a circus, dreams of youth.
Tamed at knee in dress of cotton,
Each bedtime makes me a night-clown.
Farce forgives day-gains ill-gotten,
Hangs on bedpost the big-top crown.
Smile bones polished, no longer brown,
Gaslights flicker, still, no romance.
Each bedtime makes me a night-clown,
Illusionist trick, sleepy trance.
Ticket prices have now been paid,
The audience has been sat down.
Soft as applause, my head is laid.
Each bedtime makes me a night-clown.
Categories:
gaslights, night,
Form: Quatern
Oh how, I cry, disdain toward the word,
that gaslights sanity and truth defy.
When hapless, hopeless person, undeterred,
begs ask the question, of the victim, why?
Does thou holdest thee in purest contempt,
whilst quick, to grant, my aggressor pardon?
Lest I, in whom, no violence breathes, attempt,
to find, just cause, yet does, in myself, shun.
Yet still, it is, not I, that strikes the blow,
not I, in whom, is ruled, by selfish gain.
Not mine, the tongue, from which, hate seeds doth grow,
nor my, the hands, whose vice-like grip, chokes pain.
So when, I'm asked, the accusat'ry 'why?'
I'm shook, as you, dispel my truth, as lie.
Categories:
gaslights, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
Form: Sonnet
Love had finally cracked her shell
It let her out the cold wet cell
Her prison had become her shield
But once again he cast a spell
Secretly peaking from the dark
Tiptoeing to follow the spark
This path was all too familiar
Wondering when she’ll see the shark
The beast who shredded her young heart
This time she must be very smart
Like butter, plans were slowly spread
Before, her life was torn apart
A hole chewed and swallowed her soul
He had used his remote control
To have her follow his bright trail
A beautiful mind he then stole
Oh no, again, her light went out
Emotions flooded out the spout
Spun in his web so very tight
Stitched up her mouth to stop the shout
Categories:
gaslights, abuse, confusion, love hurts,
Form: Rubaiyat
working man
early, six days
before dawn
while I, still curled
warm in bed, listen
he leaves
whispers goodbye
as he passes my door.
every day
as the noon whistle blows
I carry his lunch pail
we sit surrounded by scents
wood, varnish, turps
sunlight washing over us
sandwiches, hot tea and stories.
at night I wait
perched on the stoop
watch him stride
down our street
swinging his arms
dusk crosses the avenue
behind him
a tram bell clangs
gaslights flicker on
in rows of windows.
we are the engines
he says
we make the world
move forward.
Categories:
gaslights, boy, father,
Form: Free verse
1. Hoboken (cost: faces)
green listlessness falls a cobalt bakery 5 westward arms
mists Montana purchases atrophy azure
turned golden Midas go-go 4 melting faces ultramarine
gallows repudiate denim jeans down
cerulean cilantro eyes whispered ears 3 gaslights my head*
my starlit neck has navy warm
milk run black worn ounces of spirals index teal holograms
flies toxins tag morning sifting deliberating wintertime
2. Your Volcano (faces costs)
“dont comma(sic) desire
notebook lyre cardinals feathers
pacify powder blue lashes
laughing ashes crown report tombs addicting turquoise
calico periwinkle cerulean eyes dancing pg 77 ice sculptures quell
el tigre numero unos deserts of cyan argyle analyzing nose-gloaming yellow.”
*You gave me the Gospel of Valhalla so I gave you Retrowave Eternity.
Categories:
gaslights, blue, surreal, world,
Form: I do not know?
The dark eerie fog and glowing gaslights. She sits woefully. He is gone again tonight. Rumors whispers of the terror, as she holds on once again. Murder by night and a stirring muffin man. The dark old Victorian house creaks with fear. A young lover grasps her pillow, shedding her tear. Not far from Drury Lane and not far from the insane. He has returned unnoticed and is the worker of the house. He needs his rest, so She softly walks like a timid mouse. She tries to share but he doesn’t care.Your going mad woman. There is nothing there! Do you really know the muffin man or any man? Gone again, hehe, you can’t catch me.The nightly affair of terror returns, as her mind wonders. Some imagination are easily dismissed but the flickering gas light, just doesn’t not quit, like a beaconing omen of their love. She thinks to rekindle but there is a knock at the door The police have her battered husband. We caught him red-handed for sure. Fears within fears, fears without, and fear without a doubt. Fears come in and fears go out. Dawn screams in the rain, as she finally goes insane. - Based upon the abuse of gaslighting and actual murders in London.
Categories:
gaslights, abuse, anxiety, culture, emotions,
Form: Free verse
I was told who to fear
And believed every invasion
My chains have been broken
Released, the Raven flies to freedom
I've woken from my dream
Naked to all who seek justice
A mortal prognosis
Missing in the sewers of statehood
Brought to life by
Teargas in the streets
Celebrated by silver anemones
Luminescent of ginger blossoms
Gaslights reflect a feast
Forgotten before time began
Before
.........Time began
Categories:
gaslights, adventure,
Form: Free verse
pioneer street signs
gaslights became electric
sunlight never lasts
Categories:
gaslights, nature
Form: Haiku