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She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles and whining a melody she did not cease to revere and treasure.. She kept cradling him in his most vulnerable stages of growth.. He kept clinging to her rocky power feeding on the fountain of her pure, generous, unconditional and infinite love.. She kept sharing with him his passion, his dreams, his world.. She kept showing care and interest to all that he adores even though it happened that she disliked it and abhorred. She kept living his very life as if she never existed.. She could feel the warmth of her home.. She could venerate the meaning of every single sigh, whisper, sound that could reach her soul from every corner of her home...
Fragile, vulnerable, nostalgic.. Tears betrayed her and found their way to her.. An ache piercing her heart, a lump clinging in her throat and drops of hurt veiling her eyes..
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest.
Ah! The Realisation.
I brooded and cursed my life
Not knowing how to please my wife
I never felt love from her
But I felt dead without her
She was my everything
For her I was nothing
She showered some love here and there
Keeping me hooked on to love there
One day my heart fell apart
And I wanted to part
She just held on to my part
How could I now be apart
She played with me with joy
I like an idiot thought it was true joy
Little did I know it was a ploy
I was dancing like like a little boy
She went about her ways
Me doubting her no ways
She led the way
I followed her way
I thought she has gone astray
But it was me filling the ashtray
I wanted to give up my life
But it's tough taking a life
Then suddenly I realized
That life is to live and realized
Realized that it was an open relationship
And I presumed it as a monogamous relationship
I will now live an open relationship
Ah! The Realisation it's an open relationship
Louis the Fifteenth, king of France,
Adored Madame du Barry.
His royal ardor was not bound
To the person he did marry.
His paramour was hard to please.
The king brooded day and night
On what act of loving kindness
Might appease her appetite.
One day he called his jeweller,
Whose face turned pale, then green,
When told to make a necklace
The likes of which no eyes had seen.
Vanity of vanities! Let nobody forget:
All humankind proposes yields to a Higher Will.
For the king lay dead and buried
When it was time to pay the bill.
They asked:' Who has got the money?
Who is there so rich
As to settle payment
And haul us from this ditch?
Louis the Sixteenth was now king,
But not long on the throne.
To purchasing the necklace
He himself was prone.
His wife strongly objected.
She thought the whole thing crazy.'
'We need to spend on self-defence:
More vessels for the navy!'
Now Cardinal De Rohan was a worldly priest,
Not averse to 'oo la la.'
Especially not in the matter of
Jeanne de la Motte Valois.
As a young girl she was naughty,
But she confessed in style.
The priest let her off counting rosary beads
All for the sake of her sweet winning smile.
Jeanne told the cardinal
They could have a sales deal signed
As friends at court had signaled
That the queen had changed her mind.
The queen and cardinal soon met
And the queen signed with aplomb.
De Rohan was too befuddled
To sense something was wrong
The queen received the necklace
But the queen was not the queen.
Charming though the lady was,
Who knew where she had been?
The necklace was picked to pieces
And sold off part by part.
O woeful desecration
Of this glorious objet d'art?
The cardinal faced the music
A victim of delusion
'Gullable, not guilty,'
came the court's conclusion.
Madame de la Motte Valois
Had no basis for a plea
And she was branded on both arms
With the letter V.
This letter stood for 'Voleuse,'
Meaning in English 'thief.'
Somehow she got to London,
And there she came to grief.
When fleeing from her creditors,
She fell from an upper floor.
Those creditors she did escape,
But only at death's door.
During her interment
Wagging tongues spoke of her guile
But someone chirped in her defence:
'But she had such a sweet winning smile.'
Facing any criticism,
Like crude barbarism,
Had been true terror for me,
Stung my heart like jungly honey-bee...!
Little taunting enough,
To make my mind fluff;
Days and nights I brooded,
Over anything that deluded...!
Psyche filled with suspicion,
At two people's conversation;
They're talking ill of me, I thought,
When got chance, with them I fought...!
Doubts ate up peace like parasites,
Often led to silly fights;
Each one suffered damages,
Thought: have we turned savages...?
Void betwixt like valleys,
Widened each day like alleys;
Why betwixt humans such distance?
Why is such existence?
Tranquility got trailed,
Harmony re-railed;
Enlightenment,
Left negligent...!
During midnight prayers,
Alone at church-upstairs,
Heart filled with fears,
I implored the Lord in tears...!
Could a father see his son cry?
Doesn't he hasten to wipe his eye?
And so the lord responded
Took hold of me as though bonded...!
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I bloom a smile on all today,
Forgetting events of yesterday;
No doubt; no venom; no burden;
Life has turned Garden of Eden...!
22 November 2022
Best Blessing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
For a month Laurie mulled and brooded,
even tried to think it wasn’t her fault,
if Stan had just told her the things he did
maybe she wouldn’t have left him at all,
but such thoughts were nothing but a stall.
The fault lay entirely on her end,
she’d failed to even try to comprehend.
But finally she summoned her courage
and went down to his small apartment,
she meant to explains the things she did,
but when he answered and she caught his scent
to his lips her own instantly went,
Stan was surprised, but her lust was strong,
so like most men, he just went along.
It wasn’t until after, lying in bed,
rhat the first tears came to her eyes,
He said nothing, just gently stroke her head,
didn’t have to ask what was on her mind,
After several long minutes she cried:
“I now understand why you were hurting,
But it’s too late, I screwed up everything.”
He tried to hug her close in his arms,
but she struggled, pulled herself away,
said,”I’ve tasted of other men’s charms,
and there is nothing that I can say,
what I’ve done deserves only your hate.
there’s no way to go back to what we were then,
for what I did, I can’t be forgiven.”
Stan struggled and said,”So tonight was just you
trying to give me a pleasant ‘so long?’
I don’t buy that, because if it were true,
you wouldn’t be feeling the pain this strong,
would not want forgiveness for your wrong.
You want to still love me, but don’t know how,
unsure if you’ll love the man I am now.”
The words struck her hard, and she stammered,
he just put a soft hand to her lips.
“There is no need to get so bothered,
I think that there’s a solution to this,
I have an idea and this is it:
If some love remains, come back tomorrow,
we’ll take this by the day, and see how it goes.”
Laurie didn’t think that this plan could work,
but she found herself each night coming back,
she didn’t know how he didn’t feel hurt
at the compassion she had lacked,
but every night they’d end up in the sack.
Before long she’d left her apartment,
in fact she never left Stan’s bed again.
Wasn’t long before they called the lawyers,
said they weren’t needed anymore,
Laurie looked back on what they were
and saw glimpses of what was in store,
taking on the demons they abhorred.
Stan wasn’t the same, that much was true,
but no longer was she a cowardly youth…
12/5/20
Better choose quick
Just might lose if
You don't do it
Awesome or a nuisance
It either was or wasn't in the blueprints
Still a loner, or already shot by Cupid's
Arrow, underneath a sky that is moonlit
They spread lies, but the truth is
Staying sharp or a doofus
Handy or useless
In a world that can be merciful or ruthless
Just a baby, or a fully grown "Toothless" (Dragon)
(How quickly people bandwagon)
Pleasant or putrid
Humble or full of hubris
Intact or uprooted
In the open or secluded
A lack of energy and motivation, or being boosted
The body reconstituted and mind rebooted
Being wise or foolish
Already hinted and alluded
People can be so stupid
Always they feuded
And often hooted
Worried about who did
What, then they quickly brooded
Time has proved it and exuded
Just one of many things I've concluded
Sad that so many have been unjustifiably prosecuted
Got the juice or electrocuted
Problems remaining or getting troubleshooted
Getting it done or roosted
Giving up or continuing when rerouted
Getting nowhere or commuted
A life of hardship or of being undisputed
Drinks that are strong or diluted
The volume turned up or muted
Became friends with a druid
Never once tooted
His own horn, or made excuses
11/22/21
This is sad, it makes me sigh
Why try to lie?
My guy I spy
That there's more to life
Than getting high
Wasting money and time
To change it, effort is what you must apply
Go ahead roll the dye
You might be surprised from what you find
Make the best of it, before it's goodbye
Good and bad occurring in daylight and at night
For a long time the heart sat on ice
Eventually you got to make a sacrifice
Do what's right, not follow bad advice
Just about everything has a price
But some things don't now isn't that nice
Have you ever had sushi with black rice?
No need to open up
People still at each other's throats so much
Is that a joke or what?
Inaccurately computed
Causing another relationship to be ruined
As they continually feuded
It was convoluted
Being disputed
Still too soon to be concluded
Don't be stupid
And feel so wounded
You got to do better and get through it
Spirit and energy boosted
Approach rerouted
In an area that is moonlit
More than musing
In a life that can be simple yet confusing
Make the best of it, all of your choosing
As a human
Often I brooded
Searching for meaning and cupid
Don't care about a new trend
Regardless of who says
I got a message to send
Getting pushed to the edge
Tying up any loose ends
Shoutout to my few friends
This all gave me a true sense
Of reality nearby a bamboo fence
Can't let any nuisance
Or jealousy
Get the best of me
Let it be
Don't give in to the negative energy
So they say allegedly
Still marching to my own melody
At times it was hell for me
Or it turned out heavenly
Incredibly
It happened intentionally
Or accidentally
Of a similar or different pedigree
Could soon be the end for me
They wished the best for me
Thought less of me
Or hoped I'd wind up dead you see
Always something impacting longevity
Struggling and wrestling
Continually questioning
With thoughts and feelings that are unsettling
No matter if they're meddling
I'll leave them trembling
Quickly disassembling
Leading to the end of things
Nothing else developing
I'm first not no second string
The whole nine including a wedding ring
Regardless of there eventually being a reckoning
California Fires Fueled By Das Don Trumpeting Hot Air ©
Dante's Inferno chokes breathable air
fiery flames fuel
state of emergency
president did declare
despite his disclaimer global warming
"FAKE," no matter glare
ring obvious indisputable proof, nonetheless,
the commander in chief
blatantly doth jeer
and doubles down ‘bad
environmental laws’ mare
reed with water
shortage explains conflagration,
oh...,and while he takes
a knee in prayer
(re: home companion fashion)
Thee Oaf blithely vouchsafes
courtesy, sans colorful swear
words plus (purportedly,
unbeknownst to him
marijuana laced powder milk biscuits
giving him courage - er chutzpah
as if he needed any) to veer
way off script of late spluttering, spouting,
and even spewing outrageous claims
that (YES) extraterrestrials rank as chief
villainous figures as
nonpareil arsonists this year.
This Lake Woe
begone Wharton warrior
no stranger to attribute blame,
where unidentified flying objects
affected intergalactic collusion
(hare brained scheme hatched,
engineered, and brooded
while holed away in his
Trump Taj Mahal) from
outer limits of
twilight zone) fair game,
not averse to accuse
Norwegian bachelor farmers
falsely, and even
Grimm folklore characters,
not outrageous to name,
he will continue to repeat falsehoods,
and later subsequently quote
himself without shame!
9/14/17
Televisions getting muted
Signals getting lost or boosted
Meanwhile people hooted
Brooded and continually feuded
Was not one to make my drinks diluted
Made me snooze quick or feel rebooted
Having solutions
Handling problems without saying "Houston"
Already proven
Am only human
Not trying to jeopardize the world, because I don't want to see it ruined
Those that were undisputed
At one point or another, got uprooted
Who are you trying to kid
Hating is all that you did
Making sure, I soon win
And that I doom him(them)
Somewhat reclusive
Yet elusive
Not one to make excuses
Or rely on ruses
If you want to be intrusive
Then in the end, the evidence will be inconclusive
Went with and against the blueprints
How I meant to do it
Am one of the truest
With my music
Some folks scrooges
And others stooges
Grandma wore occasional brooches
Mom said boy stop being foolish
And so stupid
Took some cruises
Throwing up Deuces
Champing The Seasons
A March spring rose like December,
pale shadows meet, by my shutter,
blues screech, that I brooded over,
... my gist be faint, cause a clutter.
As seasons shift their daily quest,
recurrent graduate the stressed,
the day soon proves to modify,
this challenge is met, up go I.
Like December, pale shadows meet,
by my shutter, a March spring rose,
--that I brooded . . . over, my gist . . .,
be faint, cause a clutter, blues screech.
Capricious seasons my journey,
groove the best exact a tourney.
2020 September 28
*2nd Place*
Charonnet
~~charles messina