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I am a rag doll
Pliable, and gullible.
I believe you
So tell me your truth and your lies.
I will not discriminate
Move me into places you want me to go.
I am flexible, and there will be no argument
I will listen to your tales, and believe wholeheartedly.
There will be no laughter.
I will attempt a smile.
It may not happen
You see someone else broke me.
They pulled off a leg,
and they punctured my eyes.
I cannot see now, but I can feel.
I will lie with you quietly,
and if you could but
rub my back
I would believe
you loved me
and that
would
be
enough
Written July 16, 2019 Contest: Move Me Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
A fabulous Italian mini-lunar-naut
Traded his mini- spaceship for a cot,
No more moon trips,
No beeps or blips
Relaxation and rest duly sought
Dreams aplenty for that lunar-naut.
He dreamed of lots and lots of space,
He dreamed of traveling all over the place.
He dreamed of women with eyes of pink.
He dreamed of cats with hair of mink.
He dreamed of oceans, turquoise blue.
That little mini-lunar-naut, was asleep so true.
He dreamed away a month and a day,
Until he was swept in a broom, far away.
Poor little mini-lunar-naut, far from Rome,
Is using a rusty can in the dump as his new home.
He had dreamed of a witch who was exceedingly curvy.
She had all her teeth, shiny hair, and not a sign of scurvy.
She had a heart of gold, and her familiar was not a cat but a dog.
He saw her float by on Hollow’s Eve in a dusty pretty smoke like smog.
She is gorgeous! He told his cousin who had come to visit him.
But you are way too shy to ask her to the ball, said his cousin Jim.
Jim was not too shy, so he asked the witch to attend the Harvest tea.
But she said, “No offense, but I have not been dreaming of thee.”
So, guess who ended up with the girl, after all.
It happened the eve of the prettiest harvest ball.
They were happy forever for the rest of their life.
He was now married to the most adorable wife!
It's never me
It's always them
The girls with
brown or blond hair
either pin-straight
or all curly
with full faces of makeup
never me
never my in-the-middle hair
or just mascara look
never me
always the shorter girls
too scared for someone tall or taller
i want just 1
just one, but he goes back and back
makes a small move, causing my heart to jump
then leaving again
throwing me to the curb
and I let him
i want just 1 so badly i let him do it
i think eventually I will have my fair chance
but I know that I don't
I know that I shouldn't
but I do
I think he's worth it
and deep down I know that he's not
He never will be
but I just can't accept it
I don't want to
even though I know
it will never be. me
it never is
5) DON’T TELL ME
I can feel the air you’ve created
I can sense how
Your love feels like pity
How you’ve averted your gaze from me
I’ve had this pair of eyes before,
Long before you,
I know what they mean,
I know how they break you
I know the hurt doesn’t dissolve,
It salts over time until
The wound becomes numb;
I’ve lost my immunity
So just before you say something
Listen to me-
“Tell me you like her,
And I may hate myself away,
Tell me you’re leaving,
And I may leave myself before you say,
Tell me I’m a burden on you,
And I may lose weight
Tell me her presence makes you feel special,
And I may ordinarize myself away,
Tell me she is better,
And I may burn myself away,
Tell me she’s your sweetheart,
And I may break my heart today
TELL ME YOU ARE BREAKING UP,
AND I MAY BREAK MYSELF AWAY”
But before I could finish
Or before I could clean the drops
All I saw was you and her
Into each other
Breaking me into pieces
I can’t find
Because those pieces of mine are with her
But wounds will heal
Only after I do
Because sure
I’ve lost my immunity
But not the power to bring it back.
If I had a wishing stick I would ask for world peace
The lovely beauty pageant contender said into the mike
Generous generous generous
You are allowed three wishes, the commentator said.
Oh, great! She said. World peace, and I want the unicorns to be freed.
Smart too right?
“Three wishes,” The commentator said while the crowd looked on.
“And I wish the dragons would stop flying and killing people,” she said sagely.
Wow! I began to laugh. The commentator looked stunned and stumped.
She gave her queenly smile and a wave, and trotted back
to her seat in her bathing suit.
Yes, bathing suits are important too in a beauty pageant.
There were four additional finalists. Three said world peace.
Each time they said “world peace” the audience clapped as if they were on fire.
I kept rolling my eyes.
I am wearing a comfortable mumu today. It is ninety outside.
“What would your three wishes be?” The commentator asked.
“I wish to be selfish, to be left alone,
and to have my hair grow out in rainbow colors.”
The audience’s clapping was thunderous.
She was crowned almost instantly.
We are all tired of people lying about wanting world peace I guess.
And who the heck
Does not want their hair to grow out in rainbow colors?
Sitting in the sun feeling cat-stretch-contented
my back inhaling Vitamin D, in a luxurious swallow
slightly amused by a quick peek at my mirror reflection.
“Hi, Dad,” I say, recognizing his face in mine.
Slowing myself softly, in my sanctuary, my tree house
sun-filled art studio office, languishing in a quiet way,
soaking up sun rays quietly, and feeling warm about it.
Feeling my breathing slow, knowing this will rejuvenate
me later, when I am feeling better. For now, it is good enough
that I am breathing softly. I know the sun is healing me softly.
Dad smiles at me from the mirror, and I smile. He has been
gone six years, and yet, when I catch an accidental glimpse
of my face, there he is, in the mirror, approving of me.
Probably smiling down from heaven, glad I am figuring
out how to be.
Conscientia
Moral consciousness, penned by Cicero
State of understanding and realizing changes are inevitable
if we are to evolve spiritually and humanitarianism.
Let us work toward a greater good
Utilizing our introspection, imagination and self-awareness
Seeking empathetic paths to uplift and uphold others.
Let us open our minds to new patterns of thinking
Switching our perceptions to include appreciation for others
Uniting the world in like-minded activities of charity and compassion
Recognizing our beta waves are able to thought-switch
We can promote positivity, avoiding negativity and fear.
Written 4-28-2023
Contest: Refining Consciousness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
W Wondering what happened
O Old established neighbors
R Ran into street after the car left
D Dead body was covered quickly
O Old people were not home. Deceased was their lawyer Sam.
N No one had actually witnessed the crash or the car leaving.
T The witnesses were all over the place
H He said he saw the hit-and-run-driver then changed his mind
E Everyone wanted to help of course, this being a tight group.
S She said she heard the driver yell something but she lied.
T There had been some witnesses of course.
R Red car, blue truck, yellow bus even. Not reliable ones.
E Everyone began talking at once.
E Each had a different version, saw a different vehicle.
T They all wanted to talk sadly having no real information.
I fell down the rabbit hole and was shocked when I saw
The old vial with the faded label that said “lah dee dah dah”
Eat me or drink me, but good luck, you little creep.
Because I am up here, and you are down there so deep.
So this was Alice’s place, where her adventure had begun.
I thought it was going to be delightful, a whole bunch of fun.
I heard a door click and I knew I was locked into this place.
My chin began to quiver, and my heart started to race.
It is moldy and musty and smells like last month’s limburger cheese.
I knew immediately I had hit my head hard, and could not do what I please.
I struggled to get up on that table with the vial that was so far away.
Get real! Yelled a voice. Open the door, idiot, if you are going to stay!
I opened the door and the Mad Hatter’s tea part was going on strong.
He was yelling obscenities at Dweedle Dew and Dweedle You, this was wrong.
Is this Alice’s hole? I asked and there was ridiculous loud laughter from the throng.
The queen of hearts bent over and let me get a good peek at her thong.
I am in hell I thought, not Carroll’s dream or adventure book at all.
They were crazy here. I agree said the Cheshire Cat who was big and tall.
So get out of this dream, just open your eyes, and go quickly away.
But then they began to play scrabble, so I decided to stay.