Hang ups,
I’ve got plenty of those
Like a phone with
too many busy signals,
I couldn’t get through to you.
I think the number you gave me was out of service.
You said, “Dial me up”
but the damn phone was a push button.
I called long distance,
the operator said
“Put another quarter in.”
Sadly I only had one thin dime. I wonder if I should have called collect?
All along you had my number. You could have,
given me a ring. After-all I was the marrying kind.
It seems my dial tone was slightly out of tune??
I scratched your number out of my little black book. It was time to find another connection.
I could say I don’t remember you, but that would be a lie.
You are the crush that never made it to speed dial.
Turquoise tears stain my face
Like violet varicose veins
Stains of sentimental sensuality
Wrapped in white fears and black feathers
For love has fuschia flown away
Ruining reverie’s red roses
Turning them black decomposes
Any ink dried died in letters for love
Would have fell on silver sword
Sacrificed, sliding through heart
Silky bloody poetic death
He saves a cutting of brown hair
And a crimson rose of despair
Pressing between pages of art
Like my onyx broken heart
Was only a notch on burnt belt
Firey from love’s hazing hell
Wicked love spell wilting passion
Kisses rationed refusing
To hold wet tongue’s telling
Of rebelling rose’s rise
In spirit despite demise
Petals of purple pain
Painting passion with rain
And teal tears tangerine train
Of torment trailing behind
Like a wedding dress
Of jilted beauty
Doing duty during dilemmas
Flower to remember
Pressed between pages
Of a little black book
Of love unreturned
(aka… A Note To A Cheat)
The birds and the bees are down on their knees
The bunnies and kittens are riddled with fleas
The chocolates are melted the flowers are dead
And Cupid’s gold arrow turned out to be lead
Although you once rendered me all of a flutter
You’ve skewered my soul like a hot knife through butter
So, where do you go to get cozy and tender
While I lay alone with my heart in a blender
I long since discarded my rose-tinted specs
So don’t tell me that it’s not love, only sex
Did we not each promise till death us do part
Is that why you hammered a stake through my heart
Well, not anymore: keep your hearts and your flowers
I’ll fret nevermore when you’re missing for hours
To love and to cherish, remember that lie?
Be sure to remember this truth, “Goodbye.”
*
P.S… I’m reclaiming my pride that you took
For you never took… my little black book
________________
[Sorry ladies, I’m not up for grabs… this is all make believe]
30 October 2022
Contest: Tell It Like It Is
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Subconscious thought periodically drops you into my cotton candy dream world.
The FM dial drizzles my mind with syrupy sweet remnants of the past.
I bite through the chewy nougat of what-could-have-been.
Zinfandel-laced thought processes amplify the rich, chocolatey memories, and morph them into an overindulgence that make my teeth ache.
A need, a craving.
Forgotten are the bitter lies, the lies beneath the lies.
The shattered promises.
The salty tears.
The not-so-decadent degrading words that whisper up my spine.
The surreptitious, wicked little black book with names and numbers written in code.
The rancid smell of your latest addiction on your breath.
Your vitriolic tongue, continuously degrading and reminding me of my faults.
Forgotten... until they are remembered in a moment of natural, unadulterated clarity.
Arms out stretched I reach for the sky
and spin like a childs spinning top
as the rain drips into my eyes.
Im set free , Im top of the world.
14 seconds is all that it took .
She had'nt got my x factor, but she had the looks.
To many photo's and paprazzi around.
And no double barrel surname for you to learn.
Ive already been replaced with the next young guy.
I wish him well and lots of luck.
Keeping a princess happy really tough
And I wonder if I have, nicoles number in my little black book.
For the non x factor readers http://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/cheryl-granted-britains-fastest-divorce-9087698
The black dog comes without warning
it meanders inside my head
teasing me, testing me, pushing me to
the limit of human endurance.
I hate my weakness. I abhor the crazy
mixed up tears that roll valiantly down
my pale grey cheeks, fatigue envelopes
me in an ice cold shower - I shiver.
There is no respite from pain, though I
beg these feelings to desist. In this dull
ruinous life love lays in the black midden
Where the faeces is rancid on a summers day.
Is it just the grave that awaits me? NOOOO
Perish the thought, I need to live before I die.
I sit upon my garden seat, I pretend not to see that
black rook, I know it is waiting to pick my bones.
I open my little black book, erase all the names of
my past lovers. I pray to the Lord to forgive my
past. Please Lord, let me live before I die...
Release the black dog that haunts me so.
How To Know When You Are Getting Old
By Elton Camp
Well, there is longer room for any doubt
When the senior discount is asked about
If your little black book somehow came
To have nothing but the doctor’s name
A dripping faucet isn’t just an irritation
It engenders immediate need for urination
Because of pain, you feel much less delight
And whatever doesn’t hurt, won’t work right
Open a newspaper and it’s with great speed
That the obituaries you will begin to read
Glean in your eye isn’t due to passing lasses
But is a reflection of the sun off your glasses
Your are certainly getting well along in life
If the gray-haired lady you help is your wife
Yet another thing that will drive you wild
That middle-aged person is your own child
Old age has about caught you, it is so true
When your back goes out more than you
if I could find a way to hit delete
if there was lock, I would turn the key
if there was an easier way,
a quicker path
I would take it immediately
if there were no shadows
or once flowering meadows
if the silver had tarnished
not polished to gleam
if old black and whites
had been torn and discarded
I might have felt more at ease
if there were no songs
forgotten not long
if the tune didn’t play in your memory
when I don’t know is an easy road
to protect those good old days
if there were no thoughts of any but me
if the little black book I didn’t see
if doesn’t cover the well used pillow
of dances not ever quite complete
if I could read your mind
what would I find
what else is there I don’t know
what will I discover shrouded
there undercover… just
waiting to rain down on me
The Dating Game
Well, times sure has changed
Dating is as easy as can be
Providing you have a good computer
With a lot of memory
Back when I was dating
Women played hard to get
But nowadays you can find them anywhere
Yep, even on the internet
I would always ask for their number
When I found that perfect female
But those days are now long gone
And now you gotta ask for their e-mail
The "Little black book" is a thing of the past
It's went the way of the hard drive
Instead of sitting around waiting for the phone to ring
Now, they're waiting for the mail to arrive
And now, they even use their webcams
While their talking, face to face
And It's no longer "Your place or mine?"
For now they meet in cyberspace
I'm telling you, I'm sure glad I'm married
Cause this would drive me insane
There's just too many cyber "How do you do's"
In this new fangled dating game
Hallelujahs
Everlastingly!
All knowing God
Rewards faithful souls.
Omnipotent forgiveness is given.
Sin is deleted from God’s “Little Black Book.”
Easter celebrates innocence; Jesus arose from the dead.
I sure am glad I got married
Dating's like russian roulette
You pull the trigger and hope for the best
A night you'll never forget
Dinner and a movie
Is the beginning of this dating prequel
And if she gives you a goodnight kiss
It might just become a sequel
Then comes all that waiting
Wondering when you should call
You don't wanna look to desperate
Or worse, not interested at all
And what about those sweaty palms
As you reach to take her hand
You want her to think you're masculine
And not some kind of girlyman
So marriage is your final reward
For all those years you've waited
And finally retire your little black book
Of all the girls you've dated
You&me
it's like that song:you and me together...
it'll never happen
you go on with your cap on
thinking no one ill see what you wright in your little black book
no matter what you do or wear
every one can still tell your in love with me!
i know but do you?
think about it
it'll come someday
i jump to meet my mark,
it is met with arms out wide,
nothing, yet i expect a spark
so in little black book i confide.
what i ask of the masses, alot
admittedly ashamed i am not
to think, rejoice, connect the dots
to remember what we once forgot.
all i ask i that we don't assume,
they rely on ignorance to consume,
open your eyes and take full bloom,
never take an uninformed flume,
i see too much trouble ahead to ignore,
when i opened my eyes we had ten years,
i am still coming round and now we have four,
i see too much blood that will mix with my tears.
everything will mingle and change
it will all make sense once done
its just right now, its beyond our perceptive range
and to elaborate on the story no fun.
for certain synchronocities will take form
the knowledge unwraping in the implicate
it may not always be blatent, but hidden in the norm
some could term it karma, i make my own fate.
This is my little black
book.
Please open it,and
take a look.
In it,poems you will
find.
Some are sadness,
Some are kind.
These are passages,of
my time.
No truer feelings,will
you find.
Read it till your hearts
content.
Your time with it,will
be well spent.
If you like it,please
read on.
If you don't,find a desk,
to set it upon.
Read it,from beginning
to end.
A message,to your heart,
it might send.