Aren’t words meant to hurt and heal us.
Why do we cry when they hurt?
But feel comforted when they heal.
Is it because of a lesson not learnt?
or we want them to obey how we feel.
Words are just words, innocent on both sides.
while humans enjoy using them footwear slides
To portray love or hate for another,
an enemy, neighbour, relative or a partner.
Humans are more guilty not them words.
Without humans they would remain there
unused as they mean no hate.
yet humans use them to harm.
unused as they mean no love.
but humans use them to speak love.
Why do we hate jiggered words?
But like the ones that make us
to smile, ear to ear, all day
and lure us to whatever one has to say.
Why don’t we hate the people who use.
those jiggered words instead of words?
Why don’t we like the people who use?
those lullabying words along with words.
At the end of the day
Words are just words, waiting to be used, right?
To heal and hurt
To love and hate.
Categories:
jiggered, appreciation, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
She thought the door of felicity got opened...
With all the hopes and brilliance of a new marriage!!!
The butterfly of passion roamed all over...
And the instinct fervour wandered like a fever,,
The delirium of the first night was at the peak...
She didn't know that it would come out as a bleak!!
The monster in disguise arrived with a lot of sensuality..
And this was the end of her harlequin visuality...
Facing the mirror in the morning,she couldn't recognise her face...
With all the scars and sores that she embraced!!
The spectre of misery started to gather...
And the dreams of togetherness became jiggered!!!
The society took it as a normal scene..
But the jaded girl knew that it was beyond extreme!!!
Being stranded like the waves of despair,she looked outside...
The perfervid sunbeams began to subside!!!
Categories:
jiggered, abuse, anger, feelings, hate,
Form: Rhyme
Bili’s one of my two best chums. She's exquisite, cagey and ferociously funny - compared to her I’m tomboyish.
Her hair is a straight corn-silk that shines like black-enamel. When we watch movies, I get to brush it. Her heritage is Japanese, she has perfect, warm-ivory skin, but she’s as American as sarcasm or gun-violence.
When she talks to me, sometimes she’ll be flirtatious or motherly, but always jocose. She bullies me, good-naturedly coaxing and chivvying me onto the trajectory she selects.
I’m jiggered - I enjoy being treated like a pet. I’ve been so harried lately that it’s somehow calming. I think I’m going to spend the rest of the summer, blithely letting her arrange me.
Categories:
jiggered, 12th grade, friendship, humor,
Form: Free verse
On my way to use the head,
I ran into Farmer Fred.
Now I’ll be jiggered, and I be dread,
If this isn’t exactly what Fred said.
“Ah, me lad tis time to tinkle.”
“Inevitable consequence of the beer we drinkle.”
“Now hold her steady as you wiz and trickle,
Take a good aim and try not to sprinkle.”
Then as he finished and zipped up his fly,
He gives me the famous Fred wink of the eye.
“Hurry now laddie and empty your bladdie.”
“For a wee more grog, twill make us gladdie.”
Categories:
jiggered, celebration, drink, friendship, fun,
Form: Light Verse
Spilled.
.
Spilled an ocean of hurt and anguish
Over my lost formative years
When my lonely betrayed heart
So full of pain couldn’t take no more pain
And burst into acid burning tears
.
The frightened unloved inner child
That never saw the sun
And never learned to smile
And who crawled on broken glass
My hands tied
My feet chained and bound
With an iron clasp
.
So many promises made
So many never kept
My heart battered and bruised
A fallen tumbling leaf windswept
Pulled one way then the other
Ripped and torn apart
But never a hater
But a bewildered lover
.
An emotional punchbag
Bursting at the seams
For others to unleash their narcissistic
Neurotic tendencies and venom
Like a sailing ship floundered
Crashed upon jiggered tarring rocks
Then to sink like a mullion unfulfilled dreams
.
I lust for hemlocks poison to bite
And end my torrid nightmare
A never ending cursed night
And vanish into unknown obscurity
And the emptiness of oblivion
The sweet release
Peace at last.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Categories:
jiggered, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
A Simple Man
Plain, & To The Point
By: Miracle Man
4/13/2020
I’ve never been accused of too much sauce,
Whateer it takes, I get my thoughts across.
I will make said point without throwing shade,
only after words are carefully weighed.
Quite a few things cause me to be triggered,
and excess details oft leave me jiggered.
Patience is something I was born without,
but when facing problems I don’t cop out.
Categories:
jiggered, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
If Lance Armstrong isn’t King of Cheaters
He’s most certainly on the royal court
No soul to sell, that former world-beater
Poster boy for putting self before sport
The town’s old sheriff, asleep at the wheel
Cheaters get a tiny slap on the hand
Much more than laurels the swindlers do steal:
People’s respect for all sports in the land
Now think of a world record that’s been set
Or a gold medal won, do you figure--
When was the last time you were confident
Physiology hadn’t been jiggered?
I say throw cheaters out for evermore
For how else will people ever believe
That sport’s integrity has been restored
And the whole world is not being deceived?
The human potential, heart, and effort
The only measure, else there is no sport.
3/26/16
Categories:
jiggered, character, sports, integrity,
Form: Sonnet
His hair is like a black dwarf with white freckles,
with eyes like sharp, jiggered icicles,
a nose like a white man in a lineup of Africans,
and a mouth like shredded onions should you choose to cross him.
His chest is like a cow’s udder ready to feed her young,
with a stomach like a hippo basking in the sun,
and stretch marks like cancer, savagely out of control,
and psoriasis like an angry storm of dusty dry snow.
His arms are like shoe strings dangling in the wind,
and hands like angels cover with sin,
his legs are like drum sticks, fresh but not young,
and his feet are like popsicles, but aren’t very yum.
His body is like a freak you would pay to see,
but he outweighs this freakiness with his personality.
30/7/2012
Categories:
jiggered, funny,
Form: Sonnet