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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.
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
(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
Piano ballad. Hold on to your hope and your breakthrough.
Breakthrough
(We're all trying)
By Michelle Morris
31/10/2022
There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by
But all you see
Is the movie in your head
You're second-guessing
Every single step you took
You're wondering
If his confession
Was the only betrayal
In his little black book
Chorus:
We're all trying to find the answers
We're all trying to find the truth
We're all trying to overcome hurt
We're all waiting for a breakthrough
We're all trying to find the love here
We're all trying to find a little warmth
We're all trying to hold on to hope
We're all trying to find Heaven on Earth
(End Chorus)
You've been thinking
About your entire relationship
Wondering if everyone
Knows about his lies
Searching for the clues
That you realise you'll never find
You feel like you were blind
Not seeing the truth each time
You feel like you are lost
Not listening to your soul
You feel like you'll be stuck here
Until the snow falls down on you
Chorus
But look around and see
That the birds still sing
In the trees of this park you know
Feel the love that's there for you
Feel the compass within you
It will guide you through this time
Find your own North Star
A path to call your own
Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you
Chorus
There you are
All alone in the park
Sitting on that cold bench
Life passes you by
Know that this is just one part
Of a life that you will live
It's the price of admission
That heartbreak will follow you
But in time you'll have
Your breakthrough
Hold on to your hope
And your breakthrough
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I spent the whole night dressed up like a witch
collecting lots of candy and then YOU
stole all of it! You’re lucky I’m no snitch,
I won’t tell Mom, but here is what I’ll do:
I know your secrets and the games you play
with different girls that you like at our school
(especially Patricia) and the way
you two-time her. You know that isn’t cool!
You like her best. Well, Bobby here’s the deal.
You give back all my candy that you took
or I’ll be spilling all the beans – for REAL.
Remember I have seen your small black book!
And I’ll be wanting interest for I’d like
not just my candy, but your old blue bike!
Oct. 22. 2019 for Bobby May's If I Were Your Brother Poetry Contest
As they leave,
They leave in the illusion of paraphernalia of office
Indeed they lived in the last five years as if not
To leave again, forgetting that time waits for no man
Nobody has ever lived and refuse to leave when the
Time to leave came beckoning
They leave for nowhere but only to be
Confined to the dustbin of history.
As they leave,
They leave without honour,
Trailing the shadows of their predecessors:
Onorkhaire of UNIBEN
Oyeneye of OOU
Waje Omole of OAU
Oba Abdulraham and Amali of UNILORIN
And others who had the privilege of writing
Their names in the golden black book of history
Their deeds remain frightfully indelible in our memories
Never mind, as an Ifa priest with fierce-fiery orders and decrees
Your space is guaranteed in the golden black book already
As you and your cohorts, the Oguns, the Ofis, the Akins
The Mojis and the Jayis of this world,
Ingloriously leave the stage on September 25th ,2005
And for those that are coming, taking the mantle of leadership
Clearly crystal you can see their account as they leave
So, as you will come, live and leave,
What do you want to live and be remembered for ?
The choice are unlimited …….
The choice…. are un..limi..ted !!
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
6.00am
Form:
Are we on the same page
In the big black book of life
What would your words say
Would they cause relief or strife
Are you an onyx optimist heart
With views worn on white sleeve
Rather are you pink pessimistic shark
Waiting to take a bite of cocoa me
Can we grow towards a center
Perhaps merging in our violet view
Could cooperation create splinter
Embedding in thick skin like bad news
What is it about the opal opposites
Do they indigo in the soul attract
Can we build truce with rock and stick
And merge in a communal lime laugh
I admire your passion and dedication
You’ve a right to have such a stance
Join me in a cranberry celebration
Where unique ideas rise and dance
Taking on an odd challenge - committed
Ideal forms, fired in keenest kiln
Trespass pages torn out, inmate omitted
Anguish arms, firm steely shield
Tigers eye eclipse rolls out a rosy moon
Rising icy on closed encyclopaedia
Thick black book unlocks fabled fortune
Weighty trust instilled immediately
Figure of founding, supportive substance
Dad proud serves duty’s obligation
Blind mice sheltered held to his sentence
Prickly wife handed down probation
Gifted a ginger ring fingers, grand future
Lady Luck spun an oily halo roulette
Leather bound night bite slim smile Luna
New moon on red her high fate met
17th December
Sentence ended
Alone
There are only so many times you can go to a dry well,
Begging for water when you are dying of thirst.
I have exchanged my last token, so no words will be spoken;
No thoughts can be shared, my empathy hurts.
All I need is one, but for me love is gone.
Something I used to do, but now? None.
I cannot pray for what I cannot ask for.
I cannot beg or implore for a new love to adore,
Because I have either closed every open door,
Or they have been slammed in my face, no questions asked,
No more.
No more love for me; my heart a disease.
Take it with ease.
I have already given it to a thousand lost souls
And there is no more gold to be earned from a piece of me,
That does not work to find a thing that does not exist,
When God knows I have tried!
All I need is a simple kiss, yet no lips exist for my benefit.
They are for others, who already have lovers
And are also cheating love with former lovers.
And me?
Oh brother!
Do not even bother to ask about my love life,
Because you have endless names in your black book of abundance.
It does not make me useful when I am redundant,
To all who need love, because I am a closed book.
My story already written; read and done.
I have had enough of love to last me a lifetime…
Apparently.
I did not think so before, but now I am sure.
I exist therefore I am alone.
My epitaph scrawled across a cardboard home
And I am alone,
I am alone,
I am alone,
Alone.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
In a world where the color black is often misunderstood,
Let's shed some light on what's truly good.
Black Friday sales, a shopper's delight,
Financial success on the bottom line, shines bright.
Luxury cars and sleek limousines, easily attract,
But film and stage crews wearing all black don’t distract.
Power, elegance, sophistication in black attire,
Black exudes status, confidence and formality that never tire.
Credit lines and exclusive cards are black,
A little black book, aww… a secret stack.
Black tie dinners, events so grand,
Orange is the New Black, a popular stand.
Karate black belts, symbolize skills honed with might,
Black sand beaches like Santorini’s, a stunning sight.
The Black Panther Party, fighting for human dignity
Black is the color for mystery, unity and solidarity.
Black wedding dresses preceded the white Victorian tradition,
All black cars from Henry Ford's assembly line, a historical rendition.
But amidst the beauty of black, there's also pain,
Darkness, death, grief, evil, and fear that remain.
Understand that black is not wack, it's a color of depth,
To embrace the good, and ignore the rest is inept.
Black pops amid all other hues in a world so vast,
Let's appreciate God’s divine design, and reject misconceptions of the past.