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I looked at my potholder an thought about
The many years it has been around
In my head I brought it to life, like the time
I imagined that it was dunk on New Year's day
When it soaked up all the wine and alcohol
That had been spilled on the table
It also caught fire on Thanksgiving day
When it was accidently
Left lying on top of a hot burner
Ooh, that had to leave scorch marks
For Christmas I imagine that the poor little thing
Tried to push open the oven door when
It was accidently left inside with the cookie sheet
It was also in a brawl when a hungry husband
Gets slap across the face with it, for sampling food
If my potholder could speak
It would say plenty
Its been a long time since she has felt free from this awry world
God only knows she had every intention of being good and waiting for the
pain to end, but dilly dally her she ran right into a pool of blood and then she died....
(Big eraser, smudged markings, tear stained pages, dirty white )
She was lonely and didn't have anyone to talk to except her cat Pandora.
Then one day P died and she cried all night, outside in the cold until the
moon took away her light and left her high as a kite;
(Crunch of paper, balled fists, hair unpinned, another immaculate sheet )
I tried to tell her she had to hang on but the angels came banging at her bedroom door. They in their frightful black cloaks and red neon eyes
glaring at her and screaming, " come "
(open window, frigid air, ice corpse, rolled eyes, still as a dice )
She tried to be a perfect girl for him but he took it all every single slice;
If you are reading this note dear me, it means I died in that chalk dust pentagram I once drew. As the last ember kissed the candle wax I must
have accidently slipped out...
(Ambulance sirens, hurried feet, defibrillator paddles, badges, scissors,
black shiny boots, friendly strangers, her? me? Silence )
I'm so very sorry dear me don't cry I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore.
October 2, 2021
Sponsor Silent One
Contest Name Letter to your future self
As I bow in heartfelt genuflection
to think upon the Greeks
who divined three words
for Love and it's reflection
Agape is the hightest form divine
with selfless care for those who are mine
It's fruit is known by what I do
and building all the parts of you
phileo is brotherly affection
the natural friendship and it's connection
the love that resides in family
within instinct and it's propensity
Eros seems to be most appreciated
never have I found it one who's hated
Two sides to Eros have manifested
both sides has mankind ever tested
Lust and the table of the self
or love of mate and pleasure in it's wealth
All of us has been given this in measure
the dispensing of it can give us pleasure
But rapture is contained when all three live
when we with complete heart choose to give
all of us the truth within resisted
but knowledge of it ever has persisted
to teach us which we are to excercise
the breath of spirit which within us lies
will direct upon us our course and path
and when we pass love is our epitath
May truth ever be gleaned from Noble Men
Please note I accidently left out storge
family love in greek and that may not be
the correct spelling...
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
It was a nice day, and a fat man was crossing the road, but he slipped and fell and accidently stepped on a Toad.
He didn’t think much of it and again started to walk to work, but the toad…HE WAS ANGRY AND VERY IRKED!
He followed the fat man everywhere he’d go; it was pretty simple to do that because he would walk very slow.
He pooped everywhere inside the fat man’s house, and the fat set upped traps thinking it was probably a mouse.
But No…The toad was smarter than that, he followed him everywhere he went, pooped on his shirts and even his office pants.
So dear reader, don’t forget, if you anger a toad, on you, he will do, A number two.
Finally, feeling fine and flourishing like a flower in comfortable creativity - I go cerrrrazy off of being cool and clever in Poetry Wurld! Hope is enraptured with joy...the cells of my existence is UPlifted by the commercials of comedy relief...rejoicing in the wrong accidently or purposely (chortle)...purposely, wanting to do what;s right honestly...putting things in perspective best I can...peace is replaced with chaos instead - WHY??!! I do care...can't you see I care about you? I don't care if life is temporary (YOLO)
Ashamed of what I've done - my insecurities came back to me 7-fold...my addictions and afflictions and OCD's came back to me 7-fold...my addictions really did catch me off guard..childish and childlike behaviour is 2-1 in a bottle of joyous innocence - being mature in faith, love and joy, according to God's Wisdom (not kissing my close friend, fooldumb) - I'm attempting to get better, not worse obviously...but apparently, I blend in with the crowd, only on some terms and circumstances
I don't see responsibilitee at home...in my house, I c povertee, getting worse; not any better - sorry about my negativity...trying to remain positive for the better...
Totally tripping out...but I need His faith - buddy, I'm tired of your BS (sorry to say...excuse my French)
Hate is...is...re-replaced with Agape Love...just maybe one day, we will all have the same faith without any violence replayed...replayed...
A murderer was terrorizing my city.
Everyone was fearful, even me,
and so I did what I do to relieve anxiety,
I began writing creatively.
I began to write a fictional story
written in the form of poetry
about this murderer terrorizing my city.
In the form of a journal or diary,
I would write as if this murderer was me.
I would scan the newspapers and watch the news on TV
everyday about this murderer terrorizing my city,
and then I'd imagine this fiend's activities
writing every dark detail in rhyme poetry.
I would post this work in progress privately
on Facebook so I could go back and work on it occasionally,
but one evening after heavy drinking at a party,
I accidently posted it publicly.
Does anyone know a good attorney?
I need one who can get Stevie Wonder a drivers license, seriously.
I lay, half asleep in the dark morning, listening to her get ready for work.
She opens the door to the dressing room, turns out the light,
and cautiously moves in the darkness to the side of our bed
where she feels her way with her hands up my body,
accidently caressing my ********,
to find my face and give me a good-bye kiss.
“Have a nice day”, she whispers;
I groan in a sleepy reply.
I hear her go down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I semi-consciously listen to the sounds of a quick morning breakfast being prepared.
I hear her gather her work-day stuff;
open and close the front door;
and open and close the door to her car that I imagine is frost covered
in the still dark driveway, illuminated by a lone, fog incased street light.
I hear the sound of the car choking to a start and drift away down our lonely street.
I relapse into a deep, morning slumber.
Awakened by the sound of the front door opening again;
I wonder what it is she forgot this time.
I follow the sounds of steps coming up our stairs and
feel the slight smile being painted on my face
anticipating another good-bye kiss and, perhaps,
another accidental brush against my still erect member.
With eyes still shut by left-over sleep, I mumble, “Forget something?”
The quick, bright flash of light accompanying the loud bang from the loaded weapon
are the last sensations I experience in this life here on earth.
Whether it was her;
a paid assassin; or,
a random crime -
I will never know.
That late-night messaging in WhatsApp
Will I not call that love..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she shares her frozen dessert with me
When I toss mine purposefully..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she attempts to cover her concerns
Behind her shying grin
When I pull her nearby towards me..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she requests that I book the corner seats inside the theater
So that I can make love with her ..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she snickers constant on my unimportant jokes
Also, I can't prevent myself from watching her..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she makes herself agreeable
In my arms on the patio at evenings
Also, I stray in her heavenly magnificence..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she shouts guiltlessly
When I give her spontaneous amazements..?
Isn't it love..
When after a warmed contention
She messages me.." I'm irate; persuade me"..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she spares each and every penny
The entire year
To get me the simplest birthday present ..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she attempts to call attention to her annoyance
In case I'm late and grins accidently..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she keeps even a chocolate covering
Given by me for a lifetime..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she is tensed more than me
During my test or result days..?
Isn't it love..
At the point when she gets up early every morning
In the desire of wishing me most importantly..?
I know, and I understand that..
Love cannot be defined..
Love indeed has several definitions..
Love has it's different meanings..
However, for me, love is clear ..!!
For me, love is "YOU"
The Boogeyman
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
another infamous Tool ballad blares out of the speakers.
"Go back to sleep, go back to sleep..."
James (now 14) hits the power button and says to himself
Ha! There ain't no boogeyman in my closet anymore!
Kids stuff! Then turns out the light for the night...
An hour or so passes, the wind blows erratically outside...
The bedroom window is open just a crack...
just enough so the wind ruffles the curtains...
and brings the chill of the night in with it...
James wakes up about then wondering why he shivers
because right about then the wind completely died
He looks to the window, shrugs, gets up and closes it
As he turns around it hit him again, the chill with no wind...
He shakes his head to rid himself of this eerie feeling
Cracks his neck a couple of times and laughs, weakly
Come on stud you're a big boy what are you scared of
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
Now laying back in bed that Tool song repeating in his head
over, and over, and over, again, it won't stop
He's starting to get uneasy, along comes another chill
That awful feeling when something bad is crawling up your spine...
Then suddenly his closet door creeks open just a crack
What the !*%?, instinctively he pulls his sheets up to his chin
Now he's freaking, shaking, perspiring, and watching
but nothing comes out, why won't it just come out...
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
Now he hears a faint something, a soft scratching
What the hell is happening, he whispers I didn't do anything
Then in his head he heard, "Not believe in me", it's coming...
All of a sudden the door fly's open and James screams
uncontrollably screams while wriggling in his sheets
Yelling Please don't hurt me, please I believe, I believe
Then his cat Jester jumps up onto the middle of his chest...
Poor James just about had a heart attack and peed his pants
right in his bed as Jester starts purring and licking his face
No it can't be? It was, James accidently shut Jester in the closet
"Lay your head down child I won't let the Boogeyman come"
He never listened to that song ever again...
05/24/16
I accidently let one loose
it killed two skunks and stunned a moose
wafted slowly in the glen
to shock the staggering moose again
Honestly, I didn’t know
I accidently let it go
until the bubbles rose and burst
and choking swimmers loudly cursed
I squeezed it out, silently dulcet
it hit the preacher in the pulpit
after singing a muffled hymn
they turned and shouted….”It was him!”
these emanations quite diffuse
the facts from which I now deduce
I ride alone in the caboose
because….
I accidently let one loose….
©7/7/2018
for I Accidentally Let One Loose Poetry Contest