middle aged and middle class
driving way too fast
on country lanes
drop the kid at school
group yoga then the pool
prosecco and wealth envy over lunch
on to a manicure and then hair
(you won’t believe who I saw there)
send conspiratorial text or two; update facebook
get some vino, and the kid - shoot back home
knock back another glass of wine;
have a gossip on the phone
revving engine on the driveway: dinner’s bell
pour a cobra; grab a takeout menu
domestic bliss? suburban hell?
Categories:
knock back, allusion, analogy, car, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Despicable games you hurtfully play
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded
At last truth uncovered, my life to keep
I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away
Realization dawns, head reels pulse slows – weep
Despicable games you hurtfully play
Spewing fountains a gargoyle, I fall asleep
No more pounding hate games and left for dead
Losing him, unknown future lies ahead
Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded
Categories:
knock back, abuse, anxiety, courage, emotions,
Form: Quatrain
I go to the wall and I see your name
As I crouch in the corner I know there is no one to blame,
This is life you are born and then you die
As I stare at your picture it makes me cry,
There is nothing in this world that will ever fill
The void in my life as you stay so still,
I knock on the wall knowing you are there
Wanting you to knock back and say I care,
I crouch in the corner and pretend it is all just a dream
My mind knows it is real but, my heart wants to scream,
I sense you there in the beautiful gray bed
Knowing one day you and mother will be head to head.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2012
Categories:
knock back, dad, death, dream, father,
Form: ABC
Home from another days work
Sometimes you can be such a jerk
Knock back one two or three,
Tell me what do you see
There goes a forth fifth sixth
I want nothing to do with this
Guitar is loud,
All I hear is your frown
Now you on the couch,
Guitar lays on your tummy sleeping grouch
My turn I gotta try and sleep
You could never defend me
You'd too damn weak
Categories:
knock back, angst, childhood, daughter, family,
Form: Rhyme