She is a story topper.
If your eye is quivering, hers has dropped out and slid under the couch.
If you think you are having a heart attack, she has had sixteen stints.
She is a story topper.
If you have broken your foot, she has broken her arm, leg, and neck.
If your refrigerator has black mold, two of her houses have burned to the ground.
She is a story topper.
If your man left you for another woman, hers left her for a horse.
If you got left at the altar, she got left in the middle of hell.
She is a story topper.
My husband knows better than to try to complain.
Because she is me.
This somber morn
My heart weighs heavy
As clouds drift slowly by
As if stood up
Left at the altar
Where is the sun
Jolted
Such gravity
This joyless day
So intrinsically dependent
On the life force fireball
Up in the sky
How will I get through the day
Dare I hope to see the sun tomorrow
O yes, there is always tomorrow
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
"Left At The Altar"
Groom heat
Cold feet
Kill fear
Drank beer
Drunk fell
Deep well
3/9/2016
I have a sweet dream of one perfect love,
But in my dream always, push comes to shove,
God is the object of my affection,
But where, most precious heart, does this leave you?
If God wins my vote in each election?
You're in second place when voting is thru!
I can understand why you might feel stuff,
Less than, insecure, your pride in a huff.
To fight with God, is that something you do,
Are you so stubborn, a Rock of Gibraltar?
Words will be shared but should God say, 'Adieu, '
Well I'd rather be left at the altar.
And this all for what, if I'm in your bed
Or would you 'rather be dead than well read'*
For God really can teach us how to dance
And although I can sure be a dummy,
God loving me is what gives me a chance,
Allows me to dream, that you might love me.
* Little joke here!
The prideful boast of bruises,
ingested by lurid carrion's grin
trim the passionate grit of
words left at the altar.
"You jest" I say.
I am no hero.
I am nothing,
but the burden of
a tremulous wake.
But the curve of your
lips corrupt my resolve,
and sting the ego of
a nauseated subconscious.
I've always hated
the way I break;
the cold shoulder
of my legacy's regret.
But you...
Quietly delve your
elegance into my
crooked beat,
smile at my misgivings,
Call my pollution, art.
-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.
I wish i had known what you were looking for
I wish i had time to be with you a little more
All the while i was there all the time
I'm by your side on the drop of a dime
I might have known what you would find
I feel the atmosphere around you is a special kind
When you leave the room feels empty
The weight on my shoulders becomes hefty
There's no time for consultation
For you i'd search the entire nation
I fall for your spell
On the thought of you i dwell
Your fingers run down my back
You look so sexy dressed in all black
But you left me at the altar
You ran from me some place afar
Now the thought of you brings me pain
It seems i'm now constantly caught in the rain
Closure is what i'm need
I could watch you bleed
But i don't wish you harm
How could i fall for your charm
It had all been so great
It just must be fate
For you to turn out alright
And for me to stay up all night
Depression has struck
And i'm stuck
I will never fall again
I can't go where we've already been
Just know one thing and that is this
The timewe spent together was utter bliss
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